Also, if anyone thinks they are too big or unshapely for rubber, then they would be surprised at how they can look in it.

To celebrate the 2-year anniversary of posting my 1st story, I decided to write a sequel to catch up with hardcore masochist Liz after all that time, coincidently taking place on the 2-year anniversary of her imprisonment. If you want to learn how Liz got into this situation, read the 1st story here: We have found that washing new latex items in a mild soap before we wear them helps a great deal to make them more wearable. Sir develops sweat rashes when he wears too heavy an outfit for too long or in too hot a weather. They came in a geyser of cum, milk, and vaginal juice. Rebecca felt herself utterly emptied out, released. The human part of her surrendered utterly to the rubber, to the thing, to the doll that she had become. The boy collapsed against her, spent. The girl, still half inside her, wriggled in afterglow. She explained as we went up that she didn't want to say anything or take any initiative on the day itself. I was to take charge, escort her down at the fixed time, bind her in position, fix the wires if I must, raise the cross at the fixed time, and lower it eight hours later. That was what I must do, and it was all I must do.Maybe she’d even visit her older sister, otherwise known as her favorite trophy, who had foolishly tried to overthrow their mother and had been given as a gift to Ash once she had turned eighteen and joined the family business. I could do it myself really, but it's difficult. And it's not really the same. If you do it yourself you know you can always stop it if you really want to." It was a ground floor flat, and we went down a flight of steps behind a door opening from the kitchen. There was not just one cellar at the bottom, but a passageway with openings off on either side, some with doors. The house was Georgian, I think, and really big.

I knew what was starting, but I could see no way of stopping or even deflecting it. "No," was all I could muster. said and she asked me directly whether I can do that job when my uncle is not there. Internally I was overjoyed, but I was so shy to express my feeling. ' I offered desultory opposition for half an hour, but before the evening was out my collaboration was committed.Good...I think you will be a very suitable candidate for the job and I think you will find my terms very generous...would you be happy to take take the position….I heard myself mutter “Yes please Mistress” Round the pulley ran a rope, and Sarah showed how one end of the rope was already fixed to the top of the longer piece of wood. The other dangled down in the middle of the room. Sarah took it and tied it off to a cleat on the wall. Sir and I have found that very thin latex is the least reactive. My transparent latex is very thin (and fragile) and for this new experiment in 24/7 enclosure, I am taken out of my full enclosure suits and bathed at least once, sometimes twice a day. Well aunt, I will give it a try then.' and went for my studies to the university. Whole day long I was thinking about the incident happened in the morning.

When the clerk had bagged my books and handed them to me, I turned around and saw Sir on the other side of the store. He was laughing to himself because he had seen me having to deal with the woman (who was not particularly amused, I must say). But afterwards, he told me I had done well, and he was quite proud. Clever thing!" she enthused. "That really looks professional." She stretched her arms out. Great! And what about fixing it to the ring? Is there enough? There were several rings set at various heights on the walls, so I suggested we try with one of those. I knew a good way to tie the rope this time, and had her wrist securely hitched without looking at the book once. Sarah was of course already kitted out. My own gear lay on the bed. I got into it, and we went down. Until, that is, three months and five days after I had drawn that duvet over her drained and motionless body, when out of the blue she asked me - we were sitting on the bed just as we had done when she broached that first bizarre project of hers - whether I thought that when you had done wrong you should be punished for it.

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Won't it come lose?" was her next objection. "I don't suppose I'll be able to keep absolutely still. The wires are bound to come loose. Perhaps we just try. Fix me to the wall like last time and I'll see if I can wriggle them free." In the circumstances, a drink was not something I was going to object to. "O.K., fine," I said, not trusting myself with anything else.

As an overlay to your clinical session, most patients seem to enjoy this, adding to the feel and authenticity of this fabulous clinical setting, a medical fetish playground, where you will find authentic medical equipment to expose you, nurture you, restrict, control, invade, intrude and share upon those most wonderful deep set dreams and medical needs…Dr Sara will see you now. When we go out now, I have to wear it over my other latex clothing. Now I had done this a few times in Dallas and it's OK...no one ever really looks at you that much even though the burqa is latex, not silk. But now I am to be hooded and gagged under it as well. That ups the ante a bit on scary. I don't know what will happen if someone soemhow figures out how bound and restricted i am underneath. Had it just been one of her hallucinations? Or maybe it was a nightmare? Elena would never really throw her away like that, would she? I came to the living room after taking a wash and my aunt was sitting on the sofa, and she did not looked at me at that time. I asked whether she was allShe was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar.