Kelly by RubberMatt

Kelly by RubberMatt

Seeing her ex-boyfriend walking down the street made Kelly dart into a small alley to avoid him, she did not want to have to put up with more tearful pleading today. His own sodding fault for cheating on her.
To her surprise the alley turned into a narrow street full of weird looking shops all along it, she wandered along in a daze delighting in this quirky little street hidden away like this.
Then the name of one of the shops leapt out at her “Dark Desires, that definitely sounds like my kind of place.”

It was dim inside the shop after the bright sunlight outside, and the door had a nice horror movie creak to its hinges.
Kelly had a big grin on her face as she gazed around at all the weird and wonderful things on display, some of them were definitely going on her must get list, then she saw the owner and her heart did a little backflip.
Raven haired, curvaceous and clad in the tightest satin dress Kelly had ever even thought possible, “Please continue browsing until something decides it wants you.” A voice like ripped silk that sent little sparks up and down her spine. Her voice stuck in her throat and she felt herself getting wet, the sight and sound of this woman was just pure aphrodisiac.
“I … I thought it was until I saw something that I uh wanted …”

“Not in this shop, legs. It is called Dark Desires after all.”

Kelly couldn’t look her in the eye, she knew it was stupid, her nipples trying to saw through her top were a dead giveaway of the effect this sultry babe had on her, but she just couldn’t meet her intense gaze.
Her eyes darted away and came to rest on the display on the counter, an old velvet covered bust inside and a collar, so gleaming …. and tight looking …. and she had to have it, it had to go around her neck.
She walked over to the counter, unable to tear her eyes away from the collar, unaware of the satin clad woman’s scrutiny, nor the smile that started to spread across her face.

“I .. please tell me this is for sale .. I want …. I … I must have it.”

“I should warn you that this collar has a long and nefarious history of enslaving beautiful young women to their own deepest darkest desires.”

Oh that voice, the one that turned her knees to jelly.

“well um isn’t that what you expect in um a shop called dark desires ….?”

Oh crap now I sound like I’m six years old, get a grip Kelly

“It is indeed, but I want to be sure that you are sure.”

Kelly could only stare at the collar where it now rested in the shop owners satin clad hands. Could only feel the need to have it around her neck.

“i am”

She had just enough cash in the money belt concealed beneath the waist of her skirt to pay for the wondrous collar, then it was sat there on top of the counter as the shop owner filled out a hand written receipt.

Staring at it, drinking in its beauty she realised she had no idea how to put it on, there didn’t appear to be a catch or anything ….

“ummm excuse me … uh miss … ”

“Mistress, not miss. Mistress Irene.”

The voice, like ripping silk, sounding as sultry as its owner looked, just the sound of it turned her into putty in the brunettes satin sheathed hands.

“i .. um … how does it open .. i can’t …”

The satin sheathed goddess smiled at her “It’s actually easier than it looks, but let me just get the instructions …”

“uhhh … mistress could you … please?”

Heels clicked on the wooden floor as the goddess in slinky black moved around from behind the counter. Just the sound of that dress sliding around her legs was pure sex in motion.
Kelly had to bite down on a moan of arousal, then she was standing in front of her, stretch seamless satin wrapping her from from neck to toe, long thick raven black hair, and intense black eyes locked onto Kelly’s. Her scent was burning leaves and cloves, with a musky under current of sex, Kelly nearly dropped to her knees on the spot.

“You want me to collar you?”

Mistress Irene was close enough that Kelly’s nyloned leg brushed against the stretch satin that encased the stunning brunette.

“please ….. mistress”

A satin clad hand stroked her cheek “Being collared is not something to enter lightly, especially not here.”

Kelly was able to look Mistress Irene in the eye this time, all barriers down.

“i need this.”

Putting a collar on someone shouldn’t have involved having a satin sheathed babe making so much physical contact, but Kelly wasn’t complaining.

Once it had clicked shut Irene caressed her neck, almost bringing her to orgasm right there.

“Turn around.”

Kelly complied, her heart beating wildly. Intense black eyes stared into hers, then Mistress Irene snaked an arm around her waist, cupping the other around the back of her head and pulling her close for a long, slow, kiss.
The collared blonde came on the spot, her senses overloaded.

Quite a few glorious hours later Kelly made her way, a little unsteadily, out of the shop.

Mistress Irene had gestured and her dress had parted down the back, from high neckline to hem, she had slithered out of it to reveal a matching catsuit that looked sprayed on it was so tight.
She had gestured again and the the suit had parted between her legs. “Kneel,” she had commanded and a desperately horny Kelly had eagerly obeyed
No restraint had been shown, they had ravished each other until completely spent.
It had taken a while before Kelly could even speak again.

“What … what now Mistress?”

“I want you to go home,” seeing the woebegone look on the lovely blondes face she had smiled, stroked her cheek and softly kissed her, “and get a good nights sleep. And dream.”

“Dream?”

“So the collar can see your deepest darkest fantasies, and make them come true.”

“But …um … what if I have really boring dreams, or a nightmare, like … like that one where I was chased by a flying Great White shark around a deserted 1930’s New York?"†

“Then you will have to wait until the night after. Or the night after that and so on, until you have the right kind of dream. Then, and only then, are you permitted to return here, slave.”

“but…”

A black clad hand gripped her chin gently but firmly, forcing her to look at Mistress Irene’s face.
“The collar will not allow you to return until it knows your darkest needs, there is nothing I can do about that. Believe me, I want to keep you here, to bind you, to use you and abuse you to our heart’s content, but in this matter I must abide by the rules.”

“oh … okay mistress. do .. do i have to leave right now?”

“Well the sooner you sleep and dream the sooner you can return, but no, not right now. I like a cuddle after sex as much as you do.”

The naked blonde happily snuggled up to the black clad, raven haired domme. Stroking of hair, soft caresses, husky murmured words and girly giggles, gentle nuzzling and soft kisses occupied their time until Mistress heaved a sigh.

“It’s time, my slave.”

“but .. a little bit longer … please?”

“It’s getting late, my delicious noisy sex toy,” Kelly blushed furiously, “oh don’t be ashamed, I value passion and desire. So many have looked at this place and then just walked on by, too timid to enter. You,” kiss “however, took one look and thought I want everything in there.”

“Well … not everything.”

“Hahahaha I saw you looking at the buttplugs, don’t tell me you didn’t want to put all of them inside you, especially that spiky one on the end.”

“Not all at once anyway. But … do I have to leave now?”

“It’s getting late my slave and I don’t want you wandering out there after dark, the animals come out at night.”

“I’ve seen some documentaries about urban foxes but I …”

“The animals I speak of walk on two legs.”

Kelly recalled all the self defence courses she’d taken, and the mini can of pepper spray she kept tucked in her top. “Oh … those animals.”

“Indeed. If anything were to happen to you because I kept you here too long ….. ”

“i understand”

“Once you go out that door I am forbidden to intervene in any way, so you will turn right, walk back up the street and out of the alley. Once on the main road you will hail the first licenced black cab you see and go straight home. No minicabs, no one offering you a lift, only a genuine London black cab. Understood slave?”

“Yes Mistress” How good it felt to say that.

“Now let’s get some clothes back on you, as much as I would love to send you out wearing nothing but the collar that is guaranteed to cause all kinds of trouble.”

“Of course Mistress” I’ve been collared and she’s an absolute goddess. I’m pretty sure she’s a witch or a sorceress and I adore and worship her

Being dressed by Mistress Irene was nearly as arousing as being undressed by her, although the laddered tights, besmudged skirt & top, and totally messed up makeup and hair ruined the effect. Before she could say anything Mistress wove her hands through the air, Kelly felt a tingle pass through her from toe to crown and when she looked back down her clothing looked as if it was straight from the store. She marveled at her legs, her utterly trashed sheer tights were now smoothly encasing her, not a ladder or snag in sight.

“That’s a nifty trick Mistress, I’ve wasted a fortune on ruined hosiery over the years.”

“It does come in handy my slave, now one last kiss, gently mind, I’ve just fixed your makeup, then you have to go before it gets too dark.”

“Yes Mistress, I’ll be back as soon as I’m allowed”

“Good slave. Two last things. One, the collar stays on, do not try to remove it. Merely having it close to your person is all that is necessary for the next stage to happen. But!. I collared you, at your own request, and when I collar someone they stay collared. It isn’t possible to remove it at this point anyway, but I don’t want you to even try.”

“Oh yes mistress!”

“Two. Dream of me, sexy legs.”

“i will mistress”

One last, fierce kiss, Kelly could feel herself melting in Irene’s embrace, and then it was time, legs all a-tremble she reached for the door.

The next time I walk through this door ….. I don’t think I’m ever going to be allowed to leave again.

The thought put a bounce in her stride as the collared and owned blonde headed out to get a taxi home.

After getting home uneventfully Kelly had showered and fixed up something quick and simple for dinner.
She puttered around her flat for a while in a blissful post-coital daze, a couple of glasses of wine helping with that delightful loose limbed, walking on clouds feeling, until a stupendous yawn told her it was time to hit the sack.
The gorgeous blonde happily slid between smooth silky sheets, sleep claiming her almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She did indeed dream of her Mistress, each scenario progressively more kinky, more depraved until the last one actually made her moan and writhe in her sleep, chest heaving and hips grinding.
Then sudden agonising pain brought her screamingly awake, her throat was on fire. Except she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t utter a sound.
A flailing hand hit the light switch and Kelly sat up, shaking in reaction to the pain. Which was now fading to a dull ache.
She whimpered silently as she saw the red glow coming from around her neck …..

creak

“Slave? That was quick, your desires must have been exceedingly strong.”

“mistress … please ….. it hurts …”

Mistress Irene didn’t say anything, she just gathered Kelly into her arms and held her tight.
The pain didn’t go away but the panic faded and the shaking stopped.
She realised that it didn’t hurt anywhere as badly as the blinding searing agony that had woken her, but the fact that it continued to hurt had fueled her blind panic.
Now that she had calmed down she noticed it was more of an itchy burning sensation across her torso, one that was making her squirm seeing as it had reached her nipples and they were reacting in their over excitable way to any yummy pain.

Kelly released her death grip on the satin clad beauty and looked up into those captivating black eyes.

“Amazing the healing power of a hug.”

Irene smiled and kissed her.

“Now tell me what happened.”

“Well … got home safely, ate and showered, putzed about in a blissful daze until my hair was dry and was asleep pretty much the moment I slid into bed. I don’t know what time I started dreaming, it seemed to go on for a very long time but you know how messed up time in a dream is.”

Mistress grinned and nodded sagely.

“It started fairly mundanely, you know, catching a bus wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto sandals and a choker, then swiftly took a turn for the erotic. So far so vanilla, then events got kinkier, the choker turned into a collar, my collar, heels getting higher, clothes getting tighter and shinier, being bound and spanked, whipped and flogged. All very pedestrian kink, nothing I haven’t done dozens of times, but it started to get interesting, the bondage got more severe, the punishments more inventive than just slapping my cheeks, huge gags, spiky buttplugs and dildos, rubber straitjackets and bondage bags, gasmasks and breathplay.
You were there doing all these wonderful things to me and I was loving every minute, then you started using your magic and …. well all kinds of restraints and garments that can’t exist without that kind of power.
The dream culminated with me on my knees being coated in glossy black rubber. Not just putting on an outfit like a catsuit, but being covered …… it was scary, almost terrifying and yet profoundly arousing.
I guess it was some kind of spirit quest, the collar guiding me to my darkest hunger … well that was it. Liquid glossy black rubber moving up over my body to coat me completely, sliding into every orifice, slick and completely seamless. You were circling around me, smiling in approval, as it reached my head, I smiled back then closed my eyes as it engulfed every last part of me. Scared senseless and loving it at the same time, there were tentacles inside the suit, inside me, moving around …. I was just starting to have a mind shattering orgasm in my sleep when this searing agonising pain in my neck woke me up.
I tried to scream but my vocal chords wouldn’t work, then I saw that the collar was glowing bright red and … and …. I … it’s easier to show you.”

Kelly stepped back and pulled her sweater off.

Kelly folded her jumper and placed it on the nearest counter.

“what’s happening to me?”

Mistress Irene leaned closer to inspect the markings on her torso.

“mistress … they look like veins…”

“Indeed..” Mistress ran a gloved finger along one of the black, meandering lines, in spite of the itching burning sensation still spreading across her torso Kelly couldn’t suppress a sensual shudder as the satin clad digit slid over her skin “I do rather think that they are. Your veins to be more precise, but that isn’t blood within them, it’s liquid rubber.”

Kelly’s eyes were as large as saucers “.. liquid …rubber ….”

“I believe your new friend here, ” Irene tapped a gloved finger against the collar that softly but firmly gripped Kelly’s neck “is making some changes preparatory to manifesting your darkest hungers and needs.”

The semi clothed blondes eyes grew even larger.

“The thing about what we call magic, for want of a better word, and I doubt very much you’re in the mood for a four hour lecture on informational transfer between inter-connected, non-aligned universes, I’m certainly not in the mood to lecture … anyway the thing about it is that there is always a price to using it.”

“… a price?”

“Yes my lovely slave, a price. You talked of a perfect seamless living rubber suit, well in the natural world rubber is only living when it is part of an organism, the rubber tree. So to have a living rubber suit …”

“… it has to be a living part of me … i’m being …. rubberised. can .. can you stop it?”

“No, I’m sorry sweetheart. That collar is the most ancient and most potent artifact on this continent, indeed I suspect the whole world. There is nothing on this earth that has the power to stop it now.”

“ oh …. it’s … this is really happening … i ….i’m going to be encased …. sealed and plugged …. forever …. just like we talked about … but we didn’t? …but i remember it … for months …. mistress??”

Irene heard the plaintive note in Kelly’s voice, saw the worry in her eyes and a suspicion began to form in her mind.

“Kelly can you remember the dream still? How detailed was it?”

“i can remember all of it …. there …there’s lots more than I remembered remembering ……”

Suspicion crystallised into clear certainty.

“Okay, Kelly I want you to share your dream with me, every last detail, you just need to open yourself to me. Can you do that for me baby?”

“i .. i .. can do that Ir .. mistress.”

“It’s okay gorgeous babe, we can dispense with formality, call me Irene.” She gently kissed the perplexed girl.
“This matchmaking little turd,” she tapped the collar again, “has been hanging around here for an exceedingly long number of years and probably knows me better than anyone else on this rock. The Mistress Irene in your dream was no phantom, I’m certain she was an exact clone of the real me, possibly even linked in real time to the real thing while we slept. Come to think of it I did have some very horny dreams last night that I can’t quite remember.”

She pursed her lips. “Which is very odd because I always remember the ones that make me wake up dripping wet and gagging for it.”

“then i will share the dream with you mist …irene.”

Irene reached out and circled her hands around the collar, closed her eyes and reached out with her mind …..

She had no idea how long they stayed like that, sharing this precious dream, but the shadows were different in the window display indicating that at least several hours had passed.

“Oh .. my … goddess. Five years. Five years of memories in a single dream.”

“Five years of us, Mistress.”

“An entire relationship in just one night, my sweetest love. Half a decade of wonder and joy with the greatest gift in the world ….. you.”

Kelly blushed furiously, an endearing trait in someone with such extreme appetites.

She tenderly stroked the collar encircling the neck of her lover and murmured “I take back …. some .. of the things I’ve said about you over the past century.”

“But what now, Mistress?”

“Now? Yesterday was our fifth anniversary,” Irene could see the memories as clear as day, “we decided to tie the knot and make it permanent. Bit of a problem getting a church service considering the nature of our relationship and that I’m a semi-immortal sorceress with the stolen powers of a daemon who once put a Pope over her knee and spanked him in front of the rest of the council because the Inquisition broke one of my windows.”

Kelly’s look of shock turned into a fit of the giggles, Irene hugged her until they subsided.

“So we decided to keep it private and intimate. I threw away your old collar and put this one on you. Then we shagged like bunnies. It’s so strange, I can remember two disparate yesterdays.”

giggles “Not that different, they both had my collaring and shagging like bunnies.”

“That is so true my love,” a kiss that turned into a full snog, “but still … still… seeing how slowly this is now spreading over you, it’s going to takes days for your transformation …”

“Days! Oh noooo … I’m already going nuts babe, and that’s just my nipples. When it reaches my clit I’m going to completely lose it.”

“Unless … unless … maybe it is time, they’ve certainly been cared for long enough now …”

“Mistress?”

“Well you see, sweet love, this,” gesturing pointing to Kelly’s neck, “is part of a matched set, a collar and four cuffs …….” -

“A complete set? But you said this collar is probably the most powerful ….. and i’m wearing it. oh my.”

“You’ve heard of things like ‘only the pure of heart can find the grail, wield this sword, etcetera.’ Well that goes triple for this artifact. The fact that it practically pounced on you as soon as you walked in the door told me everything I needed to know about you my love.”

“mistress!”

“You are sooo adorable when you blush like that. Come here.” smmmmoooocccchhhh

“i love you”

“I love you too Kelly

They just held each other, content in a private bubble of happiness until the itching made Kelly start squirming again.

“Oh my poor love. Shhhh don’t apologise, it’s not your fault. Now I think I know what to do … this complete set, there’s lots of myths and legends about it, but frankly it’s all a complete pile of bollocks.”

giggles

“What myself and a few others have discovered through actually researching the subject, up to and including trekking to some thoroughly forsaken wasteland and getting our hands dirty doing real archeology, is that this set truly is ancient. The basic summary is that about two million years ago a meteor hit the Earth in far north east Europe. About twelve thousand years ago the impact crater was discovered and quarried, the remains of the meteor were unearthed and a strange metal discovered within. After that the local people began their meteoric rise, developing quite an advanced civilization in a very short time. In a mere couple of centuries they achieved what it takes the average culture a millennia or two. Written language, art, music, politics ..”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow indeed. Because of the starmetal. It has a unique property, something no other metal on the planet can do. It can channel mana.”

“Mana?”

“Stupid name I know, but it is the power source that drives all magic. It can only be channeled into this world through strong emotions. Sex and consensual BDSM are the two best ways of doing this, creating the greatest quantities and the highest quality. And there is a limit on how much a mage can channel, attempts to use more always end in the practitioner crispy roasting themselves from the inside out. But starmetal can channel mana, and it has no known upper limit. It was use of starmetal that was responsible for the advent of this civilization, their influence and control spread until they were the ultimate power in the region. Who knows what they could have accomplished. Today you will find no mention of them, no trace of their towns and cities, the entire region is a blasted wasteland locked in ice and snow.”

“Who did they piss off?”

“Oh no they did this to themselves, it was their misuse of the starmetal that brought about the destruction of their entire people. A single catastrophic event that utterly annihilated the entire civilization and quite a few of their subjugated neighbours. All that was left was a collar and four cuffs at the very epicentre of the blast. No other trace of starmetal has ever been found, so the only conclusion is that they used all of it to make these artifacts …and then tried to use them.”

“But it went horribly wrong.”

“Yes ….. my belief is they put all of the pieces on an unwilling victim, someone they held to be of little value and thus expendable should the experiment prove unsuccessful. Unfortunately trying to channel mana through an unwilling subject is one of the more spectacular ways to commit suicide. It becomes corrupted, warped and unstable. Given the sheer amount of mana that all five of these articles could channel at once …. it’s lucky for Western civilization that they didn’t take out the whole continent.”

“And .. and I’m wearing one of them ?”

“You are indeed my love. Pure of heart remember? Also I seem to recall you practically straining at the leash to get this locked around your neck. In both .. timelines for want of a better term. Not just willing but eager, no wonder the collar couldn’t wait to bond with you.”

Irene slipped her arms around Kelly’s waist and drew her close for a long passionate kiss.

“What happens next becomes a bit confusing but essentially everyone and their dog with any modicum of power covets the artifacts, leading to a rich tapestry of theft, betrayal, murder and intrigue, soaked in blood and spattered with explody bits of people. Arcane masters of the occult kill their rivals to get hold of just one cuff, experiment and blow themselves up …”

“But there’s been no more devastation like the one you described in the history books?”

“That’s because no one ever had the full set, they only had one or two at most. The collar seems to have gotten the best outcome, it has passed from mentor to student through the ages and used for mostly benign purposes, specifically the granting of ones deepest and or darkest desires for one willing person. It absorbed an echo of every single woman that it’s worn over the millennia until it became self aware and those entrusted with her care and protection taught her how to defend herself. She’s developed an impressively perverted personality and one hell of an offensive arsenal, which is why I have no problem putting her on display in the shop. There have been many attempts to steal her, none of them ended well for the would be thieves, collar does not take prisoners.”

“Double wow. Also explains why you let me walk out of the shop wearing her, word got out that you stay the hell away from the collar.”

“Although I wish she would sometimes, then I could ask a few questions about who put them up to it and so forth. But, saying that, I’ve done my fair share of kicking in doors in the dead of night and blasting evil-doers to flinders, so anyone smart enough to survive that purge would be smart enough to use multiple, multiple cutouts to stop me backtracking them.”

“Kicking in doors?”

Irene pulled the skirt of her dress up enough to expose one of her towering stiletto heels.

“These little beauties can punch through four inches of solid oak, I made them myself.”

No giggles this time, Kelly doubled up with laughter.

“Oooohh .. oh my … oh my love, all this time you were holding out on your secret identity as a superhero.”

This time it was Irene giggling.

“Oh baby” kiss “Hardly secret, love. As you’ve probably guessed I’m the latest in the long line of custodians entrusted with keeping the collar safe, my mentor passed it on to me just before he passed away. We guardians were also invested with the duty to find and retrieve the rest of the set, not just for the safety of the world but for the sake of their poor souls. They were created to be something beautiful and instead have been forced to endure millennia of abuse and horror. I take that duty extremely seriously and began hunting for the cuffs as soon as I was confirmed as poor old Benjamin’s successor. Not investigating or researching, those methods hadn’t succeeded in thousands of years, so through the streets and alleyways of the magical world I hunted. And left a wake of carnage among those who regard other people as things.
Twenty five years old, drop dead gorgeous, puissant, relentless and utterly ruthless with those that tried to cross swords with me, so to speak. The magical world was split between those that saw me as an unholy terror that had to be stopped immediately and those who saw me as the bringer of peace and prosperity, wherever I went crime rates went through the floor. Then there were those who had lost someone or had suffered at the hands of those that traded in others lives, they regarded this raven haired girl in a black silk dress as an avenging angel. Hmmmmmm..”

“What my love?”

“I’d established a rapport with Collar by this time, even taught her a few new things …… here I am complaining about her bloodthirsty approach and I’m the bad influence she got it from in the first place.
Anyway a Grand Convocation was convened and I was summoned to Venice to the the Great Hall on pain of blah, blah, blah. The Great Hall is one of those grandiose places meant to impress upon anyone entering how insignificant you are, you have to walk along a stupidly long hall with the scale of the architecture making you feel smaller with every step until you reach the Convocation assembled at the far end.
So I arrive at the appointed hour and begin the long walk. Windows set in the south wall admit great beams of light down onto the floor of the hall, supposed to further dazzle and intimidate.
Extra tight blood red silk dress, high heels and dangling a small silk bag from its’ strap I sashay down the hall, pausing to admire some of the kinkier frescoes. And every time I pass through one of those beams of light, well my dress is so tight it goes semi transparent in direct sunlight. Did I mention no underwear?”

The half dressed blonde is laughing so hard she has to lean against the counter to stand.

“By the time I reach the Convocation half of them look ready to drop dead of apoplexy, the other half are laughing their arses off. The Grand Master stands and starts his silly little speech but gets interrupted by this blimp in a hideous puce robe that jumps up, screeches ‘you murdered my cousin, so you must die’ and casts the most powerful fireball it can summon. I’m just standing there, in a beam of light with pretty much everything on show as this ball of fire hurtles toward me, hits ….. and bounces off. Absolute silence ….. disturbed only by the splashing of liquid and an appalling stench as blimp boy loses control of bladder and bowels.
‘Does anybody else feel like committing suicide today? No? Very well.’ With a casual flick of the wrist I send that section of stone table, some chairs and blimp boy smashing straight through the three feet thick stone wall behind them. Well the table went through, blimp boy sort of .. burst. Then the silence of forty nine people trying very hard not to piss me off by breathing too loudly.”

Kelly slowly slid down against the side of the counter, laughing so hard she could no longer stand.

“I open my little bag, reach inside …. and withdrew my sigil of Guardianship, hold it up above my head and turn full circle in the beam of light so everyone could get a good look at my tits. There’s the silence of twenty five people trying not to laugh and failing miserably and the silence of twenty four people wondering if they’re going to be allowed to leave the building alive. I strut toward the Grand Master, all tits and hips, hold my sigil in front of him then hit him with a tiny little blast of lightning. That appalling stench again, seems the not so grand master had poor bowel control, ‘If you ever get in my way again …….. I won’t kill you. No matter how much you beg.’
I slink my way out, letting everyone see how magnificent my arse looks in that dress and head back to England.
Word spread faster than the clap, there’s a new Guardian, she eats people like you for breakfast, run!
Whereas before people would openly boast about possessing one of the cuffs, now they all went silent, abandoning plush luxury mansions and disappearing into the shadows. No one has heard anything about the missing pieces ever since.”

The satin sheathed brunette sank to her knees and cradled the helplessly laughing blonde in her arms. Slowly the laughter, interspersed with little hiccups, died down. Intermittent bursts of snickering and giggles still occurred as they snuggled against each other. Kelly kissed her Mistress’ flawless cheek.

“So um … why tell me this?”

“Because I think you’re the one they were made for. Collar certainly thinks so.”

“Me???”

“Yes my dear heart, you. Pure heart, willing, eager and exceptionally kinky. Everything they could ever have dreamed of. Created to be something beautiful, and none more beautiful than you, love of my life.”

“baby …”

“They were torn apart, separated for so long, but even together they were still only a half of what they should be, you … you could make them whole.”

A tear slid down Kelly’s cheek. “yes … oh yes my love…”

“And … and there’s a selfish reason of my own … when I tore out that Greater Daemons soul and absorbed its power …. i … i’m immortal baby … i’ve been alone so long ….this … it feels like i’ve waited my whole life for you …. with the full matching set … you would transform in minutes … and become an immortal rubber goddess …. i …. i would never .. lose you …”

“oh baby … come here …”

There were no more words, just wrapped in each others arms for the longest time. Slowly they drew apart.

“So when do we start looking my love?”

“I need to go get something first, oh and,” Irene slapped Kelly’s shapely butt, “trousers and boots off, I want you down to your undies and sitting on the edge of the counter when I get back or you get a spanking.”

“Promise?”

Her Mistress’ giggles echoed down the back hallway.

Kelly unzipped and peeled off boots and stretchy satin jeans, carefully placed them on top of her jumper then hoisted herself up onto the main counter.
The clicking of heels from the hall announced the return of her beloved. The gorgeous brunette emerged back into the shop carrying a large rectangular, satin covered case.
She placed it on the floor, spun it around so the hinges faced away from the counter, manipulated the fasteners then swung the lid up.

Four gleaming metal bands identical in design to the one around her neck nestled in the plush satin covered lining.

“I rescued the last of them just over two hundred years ago, I brought them all here where they would be safe, where they could be together and sleep peacefully. But I’ve done all I can, their soul sickness lies deeper than my powers can reach, they need someone to heal them, to make them whole.
They bond to the wearer for life, but with all five pieces you become immortal, they can never be separated again and the world is safe for ever.”

Tears streamed freely down Kelly’s face.

“And you fulfill all your duties as Guardian … and find the love of your life …”

“There’s just one last thing …”

Irene lifted one of the cuffs from the case then knelt in front of Kelly.

“Kelly Louise Kavanagh will you be my wife?”

“forever and ever”

Irene slipped the cuff around her wrist.

“My wife.”

Another cuff around her other wrist.

“My soulmate.”

A cuff around her ankle.

“My slave.”

The last around the other ankle.

“My goddess.”

Through misty eyes she watched as the cuffs flexed and then shrank to fit snugly around her limbs, no sign of joins or hinges, just seamless bands of pure starmetal locked permanently onto her body.
The gems circling each band began to glow until they were as bright as those on her collar.

“I may kiss my bride.”

Long fierce passionate kiss, an urgency rising in her loins, until she felt a prickling around the cuffs.

“Oh my love, it’s starting ….. I can almost hear them talking to each other …”

“Stand up my darling … stand over here in the light …”

“Baby?”

“You married a depraved pervert remember? I want to watch.”

giggles “Oh mistressss ….. aaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Oh the itch is spreading … much faster now …..”

Her spouse stood behind her, stroking her arms and kissed her shoulder.

“Remember the dream sweetheart.”

“Oh yeessss …. hhhaahhhhhhh oh it’s between my legs now …. inside me ….. hhhnnnnhhhh oh that hurts so good.”

“Let’s get these undies off.”

“Will they .. mmmmnnnhh ….interfere?”

“I doubt it but they might block the view.”

“mmmmmnnnhhhaaaaaaahhhhhh oh I need to come ….”

“Not long now my beloved wife ….. and then we will love forever….”

Agony surmounted agony, achieving levels that Kelly hadn’t believed a person could withstand.
But withstand it she did, enduring almost transcendent pain as every tortured nerve within her screamed in distress, steadfastly holding on to her love for Irene as the starmetal bands fused to her flesh and completed her transformation.
The pain faded to merely excruciating then swiftly dwindled to nothing, the cessation of suffering like a rush of pleasure in it’s own right.
Right down to her bone marrow she was now a creature of rubber flesh ……

indestructible rubber flesh … now comes the fun part wheeeeeee

….. near orgasmic pleasure as pure mana surged through her from the cuffs and collar, flowing from her transfigured body to form a nebulous cloud surrounding her.

feels ….. so ….gooood …. oh so close … please …..

no orgasm for you until mistress says so …… i like that bit

#we all do …. now get some practice in, we’re going to be doing this a lot#

we are??!!!??

-orgasm denial produces the purest, most concentrated mana possible-

only the best for mistress ireeeennee …. so happy

Mana continued to pour through, her nerves singing in ecstatic bliss, but they held her right at the brink, a hairs breadth from the orgasmic release she so desperately craved.

+is that enough?+

~no … need more ….. lots, lots more ……. ~

Kelly had no idea how long it lasted, writhing helplessly, the starmetal bands holding her wrist, ankles and neck immovably. A new kind of agony, unending pleasure but no release.

enough now …. time for your new skin sweetie ..

The cloud of energy surrounding her coaleced, thickening into gauzy streamers. Coalesced, organised energy …. better known as matter. Slick, shiny black matter.

The streamers contracted around her, engulfing her from the toes upwards ……

Liquid black swirled and flowed over her skin, soaking in to the outer layers and fusing with her rubber flesh, forming a sleek seamless coating.
It slithered between her legs, working into every fold and oozing inside her to ensure she was evenly coated inside and out.
A second coat started to form on her feet even as the first reached her waist. A third worked up from her toes when the first reached her neck and the second was at the midpoint, each successive layer fusing with the previous. Details disappeared as the slick black rubber thickened all over her, the fourth coat gluing her toes and fingers together, partially filling her navel.
A mass of strands converged at the junction of her thighs ….

second best bit … open wide!

… Kelly whimpered as a blunt roundness nuzzled against her sex, then gasped as it pushed it’s way in. She mewled and writhed as another bluntness pressed against her rear, but to no avail, her devious companion eased both intruders inside her, Kelly’s rubber flesh stretching to accommodate the monstrous plugs. Her breathing was ragged as more rubber disappeared between her legs, a slender probe threading its way into her bladder then expanding to lock tightly in place, the rear plug sinuously worming its way up through her digestive tract. The plug in her sex expanded, moulding to her insides to fill her completely, the sensation leaving her dizzy and breathless.

oooookay then ….let’s see ….. small front hole, filled … yummy tasting stretchy middle hole, filled …. reallllly, reallllly deep back hole, still filling …… where does that go anyway?

you mean my bum? …. my mouth …. eventually …… ooooohhhhhh …

really? nobody told me that ……. but why does it do that?

food goes in there ….aaahhhnnnnnnhhhhhhh …… what isn’t used by body …for fuel … is pushed out the bottom …

~ooooooohh I thought mouth was for licky bits and noise making …… learned something new today! …. you don’t need food anymore so i’m going to fill you right up ……hmmm better wait ‘til i do your head, easier to push down from top and meet up in your middle ~

Kelly heaved a sigh of relief as the flow of rubber surging into her backside slowed and stopped. Her breathing was still very ragged though, especially when the anal intruder hardened into a plug of eye watering size.

~alrighty … tighten up on the little pokey out bit here … nodules and ridges pressed in just about … there it is! …. why is it called a gee spot? ~

oh …. my … goddess ….

then it should be called an oh em gee spot …… what does it do?

if .. ooooohhhhhh …… if you rub it … orgasms happen … please ….rub …it…

~ooooh …. no not rubbing that … going to lick it instead ….and rubber kelly knows ….. no orgasm until mistress ireeennne says soooo ~

whimper

now ….. mana collects in there and mistress can drink it all up through here … such a naughty rubber kelly! …. soooo must fill this with rubber as well … open up!

Kelly felt pressure against her cervix, recalled that she said mana would collect in her uterus and could only be drawn out of her by her beloved Mistress …

oh no no no honey please don’t … oh honey please … you’ll hurt me…..

~…..honey? i like that name ….i …. i can’t remember what my name used to be …. collar told me i don’t want to remember what our names used to be …. honey, i want to be honey ~

then you will be honey …. ummm honey where are the others? … i can’t hear them

oh, oh, oh they explained this to me … you are an onion!

uuuhhh whattt??

a rubber onion?

i ….. i don’t even …

oh, oh wait! … like an onion! layers! i remembered! layers!

that … sounds better

so collar is the outside because she has a rape hole with mistress irene …. or was that rap whore?

rapport?

that’s the bunny! mistress talks to collar, collar talks to wrists, they tell me to do lovely wicked things to rubber kelly, and everyone is happy

*pressure against her cervix again*

no no no please honey .. please don’t hurt me

silly kelly …. kelly is made of rubber … i can’t hurt delicious tasty kelly.

oh oh ohhhhhh …

She braced herself for the unbearable agony … her eyes widened as instead she felt her cervix painlessly dilating and rubber slithering even deeper inside her.

told you! ….i can’t hurt lovely rubber kelly …… honey can’t hurt rubber kelly …. you gave me a name! …. that means i get to keep you!!!

With Kelly’s nether regions stuffed almost to bursting, at least that’s how it felt to a rather light-headed and desperately horny Kelly, Honey turned her attention to the rest of the captive girls body.
The whole suit tightened inexorably, causing the helpless blonde to squirm and moan.

ooohhh nearly forgot these …..

A pair of mouths slithered onto her nipples, little rubber spikes formed on the insides then her nipples were sucked deep into the prickly sheathes, eliciting a plaintive whimper and a fresh bout of struggling from the rubberised babe.

there ….. in their own private little prisons, never to escape …..just like sweet delicious kelly *kiss* ….now rubber kelly needs more rubber ….

A fifth and then a sixth layer left Kelly as smooth and featureless as a shop window mannequin from the neck down.

Even more rubber swirled around her feet, thickening and hardening …

up we goooo!!!

… she found herself on tip toe, her feet locked into heel-less ballet boots.

Rubber thickening around her hands, already glued together fingers engulfed in smooth ovoid mitts.

won’t be needing those again ….

i … i .. won’t?

nope

if ..eep .. if that’s what mistress .. wants …oooooohhhhhhhh..

giggles this is all you sweetheart …. you dream it … i make it happen ….. we haven’t even got to what mistress wants me to do to you yet

A phantom mouth kissed all the way up her spine then around the base of her neck.

oohh oooooohhh honnneeeey ….

love you too rubber kelly

Honey was humming a tune as she tenderly balled Kelly’s already mittened hands into soft fists then sealed them up with even more rubber.
It took a few moments for Kelly to place the tune but when she did she couldn’t help but sing along.

Take my love, take my land,
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care, I’m still free,
You can’t take the sky from me.

kelly is a browncoat?????

you’re gorram right i am!!

yyyaaaaayyyyyyyy!!!!!

*hhuuuuuuuggggggg*

mistress let you watch it?

mistress took me to theatres and plays and concerts and all sorts of things after she rescued me, she wanted … she was trying ……….

honey?

…………they made me do the thing to the sad girl with the lonely eyes … i tried to tell them … tried to warn them ……. i tried to tell her it was okay ….. but she was so sad she couldn’t hear me …… and they made me do the thing …………… everyone burned …… the ones that were left were scared and angry …… they shouted at me …….. tried to destroy me …………. then they buried me in a lead box for four thousand years ……….

Kelly felt her heart break.

ohhh honeeyy .. oh babbyyyy!!!

i couldn’t feel the others anymore …… i was so lonely

She envisaged wrapping her arms around a sobbing Honey and holding her tight.

it’s okay love, it wasn’t your fault and you’re here with me now and you will never be alone again

She was aware of the others manifesting themselves.

+left ankle ????+

honey told me about the box …. she … she just needs love and hugs ….

+honey?+

the artist formerly known as left ankle

-group hug-

Four mind/souls reaching out to the fifth, embracing and encouraging …..

i’m okay … i just needed to remember properly one last time …. so … so i could let go ….. n … now i can be me again …. *sniffle* ….

Instinctively Kelly stretched herself as far as she could and wrapped all of them within her love, fiercely holding them tight.

no one will ever hurt any of you again, not as long as i live

but you’re immortal rubber kelly

indeed

love love love love love love love love love love love love love love you kelly

love you all

+-=#*love*#=-+

“Mistress …. my beloved?”

“Right here my darling wife.”

“It’s .. it’s nearly time my love … one last kiss …”

“Of course my love … are those little perverts watching?”

*giggles* “I’m sharing my senses with them, they want to kiss you even more badly than I do … for everything that you and the Order have done for them.”

“I ….i …”

“Oh Mistress please don’t cry.”

“El ..eleven thousand years the Order has existed .. to serve and protect them .. but collar was the only one we were able to keep safe …”

“But you never stopped trying my love, they’ve always known that there were those that wanted to help, they were in touch with each other, nothing more than a feeling that the others were there, but they could all feel Collar, feel her getting stronger as she was taught how to fight, they knew as long as a single member of the Order drew breath that they wouldn’t stop.”

“it took so long, they suffered so much …”

“They never lost hope my love, not even Honey when she was in that box for all those centuries, the Order would not let them down, the Guardians would find them no matter what.”

Irene wept freely, unable to even speak.

“Then, eleven hundred years ago, you showed up, nine year old orphan with incredible potential, adopted by the Order, trained, honed, at seventeen you took the Trial. Oh baby they are so proud of you, seventeen years old, drop dead gorgeous, clad only in a cotton slip and armed with a sharp rock ….. I am so proud of you, oh my love. You beat a Greater Daemon to death with it’s own spleen then rocked up in the Praesidium with the Daemon hide that you had carefully skinned with your sharpened rock. Collar was there, with Guardian Benjamin, your mentor, your sponsor, oh baby they were so happy.”

“be ..benjamin was my sponsor???”

“From the first day, Collar saw your potential and just knew that you would be the one. When you killed that Daemon and took its power …there was no question who the next Guardian would be.
And you did it my love, you saved them all, brought them together, kept them safe and found someone worthy to wear them.”

“oh love”

“So ..umm…” *biting lip *about that snog?“

Irene stepped closer to her helplessly squirming wife, admiring her new latex packed curves.

“Hmmm, now this is interesting. Binding you without need of straps, ropes or chains, I’m going to have to thoroughly explore all the possibilities this has to offer.”

The cross between a whimper and a moan that Kelly uttered made her smile wickedly, she snaked her arms around the immobile blonde, pressed tight against her and kissed passionately.

Irene didn’t rush, she took her time giving her wife a thorough snogging that left the beautiful girl trembling against her. Eventually though it was time to step back, caressing her beloved slaves cheek one last time.

Glistening black rubber crept up over the edge of Kelly’s jaw ….

“I love you with all my heart.”

…. then it covered her lips, flowing into her mouth and nose. Her gagged moans grew fainter and fainter as her mouth was packed full.
When her cheeks were bulging out from the sheer size of the gag the glossy ebon sheath continued upward to engulf the rest of her head.

Kelly’s eyes were bright and shining as she gazed into the eyes of her Mistress ….

“I will always love and cherish you my beloved wife.”

Her eyes crinkled with happiness before they disappeared beneath the advancing rubber tide, it slid up until it reached the crown of head, leaving Kelly completely encased in a seamless rubber prison.

Kelly could only squirm helplessly as liquid living rubber invaded every orifice of her head, even slithering between her eyelids and wrapping around her eyes.

Faint muffled squeals filtered out through the thick rubber clamped tight to her beautiful face as Honey made all of her most perverted fantasies a reality.

Irene watched in fascination, Kelly’s throat visibly bulging as living rubber slid deeper inside her to fill her completely, yet her chest still heaved as she panted in frustrated arousal.

~all done now … ~

*sigh*

… now let’s find out what mistress wants me to do!

whimper

ooohhhhhh more rubber ….

Layer after layer coalesced out of the depleted cloud surrounding the encased blonde until her rubber prison was a quarter of an inch thick.

it’s okay sweetheart soft kisses you’re made of immortal rubber, nothing can harm you …. oh my, spiky tentacles!

spiky ……… eeeepppp!!!

oh yes, spiky!

The huge plug buried deep in her belly reformed into a dozen intertwined tentacles, each as thick as her pinky finger, covered in flexible rubber spikes. Her chest heaved as she was stretched and filled to her limit.
Then the plug in her rear underwent the same reconfiguration.

oh oh oh … please let me cum …. ppllleeeaaassseee

nearly there love …..

The glowing gems on collar and cuffs changed colour, shifting from red toward white as Kelly’s transformation completed and control of the writhing rubberised blonde passed to her beloved wife and mistress.

all done now … please return your trays and seats to the upright position, we are beginning our descent ….

i …what …i …i …

on your knees before your mistress, encased in living rubber with rubber tentacles inside you ….. just like your dream sweetheart, your deepest, darkest desires are now your reality

… oooohh …. oh myy … i ….. i … need to cum so … badly ….

Gems now glowed a steady pure white.

“Oh my love, you are so beautiful. And such a good slave, you have more than earned this my gorgeous rubber goddess. Time for your reward ….”

~on your marks, ready, set …… ~

Thick, tight inescapable rubber gripping every inch of her body, every erogenous zone stimulated, spiky tentacles squirming inside her, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm ….

~…. ready, set …… GO! ~

…. and over the edge, Kelly arched her back, head thrown back as ecstasy hit her like a tsunami, every nerve singing with joy as the mind shattering orgasm rocked her from head to toe.
She shuddered helplessly in the throes of passion as wave after wave of utter bliss rolled through her again and again and again …..

Awareness slowly filtered back, she was lying bonelessly on the floor, but an utterly blissed out Kelly didn’t care.

~i realised i didn’t know how long an orgasm was supposed to last, so i winged it …. so uuuummmm … was half an hour long enough? ~

“Well that certainly looked rather intense, and quite prolonged.”

Irene crouched down and carefully scooped the feebly stirring Kelly into her arms.

“Oh sweetheart …”

She kissed Kelly’s gagged and rubber covered mouth.

“… married life is going to be even more fun that I ever thought.”

Kelly couldn’t see or hear a thing but she could feel as her wife picked her up from the floor, the encased blonde slid her arms around Mistress’s neck and snuggled against her shoulder.

Irene smiled and kissed her spouses glossy forehead.

“Oh baby, there’s no way you could stand let alone walk right now, luckily for you my gorgeous rubber goddess, I’m an old fashioned romantic and I am going to carry my bride over the threshold of the marital home …”

“Welcome to Dark Desires, feel free to peruse the wares until something decides it wants you.”

“Until something decides ……… I .. I had heard rumours about this place … my friend Jessi pooh-poohed the idea, said it was nonsense, but … the rumours say there is magic in this shop … real magic, not the rubbish that Hollywood depicts …”

“Very much so my dear, oh there all manner of mundane items on these shelves if that is all that you want, cuffs and gags and floggers and vibrating dildo pants … but it’s the enchanted items that you have got to watch out for.”

“watch out ..for ..”

“Because they are watching you, assessing your hearts darkest desires … if there is a match then one of them will decide to wear you.”

“is ..is that what happened to … to …”

“My gorgeous wife? Yes.”

“i .. umm … how do you take that off her … her hair looks like it goes through the rubber …. and there are no seams …. ?”

“I can’t, the suit is permanent.”

“i .. i just came in my pants … or i .. i .. would .. if i was wearing any…..”

“Then this would appear to be the shop for you ….just be warned that when you are chosen it is your darkest desires that will be satisfied.”

“i ..ummm …”

“Not what you want, but what you need.”

“so .. so my .. umm .. my rubber and chastity fetish is … is going to get me in trouble?”

“Oh absolutely. You can leave now before your deepest hungers get you in trouble, as you say, or stay and browse the store until your deepest hungers get you in such wonderful trouble.”

“when you put it like that …. i think i’ll stay …”