Archive-name: Bondage/airubb17.txt
Archive-author: Dr. Hevea
Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber - 17


  Mandy wasn't quite herself today.

 As a matter of fact, she wasn't anyone in particular.  In her present 
condition, she would have been hard-pressed to remember her name, let 
alone her actual identity.  She was in a state between ecstasy and 
insanity, balanced on the edge.  As the sculpture holding her prisoner 
tilted back and forth, her body reacted helplessly to the slithering 
stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into 
the suit.  Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch would 
come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond 
belief.
 They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris to 
become numb.  Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few
minutes.  Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and the 
pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of the
dildo as she slid down onto it. 

 At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of mind 
by counting orgasms.  She knew that she had never before had more than 
four or five in a row.  The tactic had failed, for she had lost count 
somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a mindless
state of wanton lust and shuddering release.  Her satiation was always
short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given her
turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping 
her body in a vicious cycle of desire.

 Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would succumb 
to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison.  Then, 
after a few minutes, (and perhaps an orgasm or two), she would experience
a soft buzzing in her head and extremities, and a fuzzy feeling would 
envelope her, relieving the insistent stimulation of the aphrodesiac, 
allowing her to relax for a few precious moments. 

 Then the cycle would renew...

 This went on for a while- hours? days?  She had no way of knowing, and 
half the time she was too distracted to think about the passage of time,
being out of her skull with sexual spending and exertions.  After a 
while, all personal thoughts of herself, her life and her loves, left 
her.  She became a single, living sexual organ, having only a simple,
mindless awareness of stimulation and release. 

 Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of ecstasy, she perceived a 
subtle change, the fuzzy feeling overtook her, and as she slowly gave 
up consciousness, she realized dreamily that the rocking motions had 
finally stopped.

                                   -=*=-

 Mandy awoke in silent darkness.  Gradually, she became aware of her
surroundings.

 Her world was no longer one of motion and unending sexual stimulation. 
 Rather, she felt warm, relaxed, and at peace even though, as she became 
more aware, she perceived a vague ache throughout most of her body.

 With an effort, she rolled onto her side, delighted that she could move
at all.  Red shapes, symbols, swam into view.  She stared at them for 
some time before they made sense.  The red digits of her bedside clock 
changed from 6:27 to 6:28.  She could see!  Suddenly, the days' previous
events came back to her.  She was no longer imprisoned within the rubber 
cocoon, nor being made love to by mindless sexual appliances.  She 
remembered now.  She had been crazy, out of her mind with lust.   It 
hadn't been a dream, had it?  The ache in her crotch and in her abdomen
put the lie to that theory.

 Dodds.  She remembered Dodds coming to the house.  He had done something
to her dogs.  She felt a pang of worry that faded quickly.  He wouldn't 
have done anything to harm them, she knew.  

 "He likes animals," she heard someone say.  The sound of her voice 
startled her.  She had been thinking aloud.  She remembered that he owned
two gigantic Scottish Deerhounds.

 She made to get up, to check on Charlemagne and Attila, but when she sat
upright, her head spun, and she fell back onto her pillow, exhausted.  
God, I'm worn out, she thought.  I'll just lie here a moment, gather my 
strength...

                                   -=*=-

 When Mandy next woke up, there was daylight streaming in the window.  
She had to be in her own bed - hers was the only bedroom in the house 
with a window.  She was facing her other bedside table now.  There was a 
vase on the table with a single yellow rose bud in it.  Propped against 
the vase was a card.  She reached for it. 
  
             "Dearest Mandy,
                     You know how I hate good-byes.  I have 
              come to believe that my unexpected appearance has 
              jeopardized the budding relationship between you 
              and Jason, so I am taking my leave early.  I am 
              glad to see that you have finally acknowledged 
              men as humans beings again.  I hope you found my 
              short stay entertaining, and I look forward to our 
              next meeting.  Give my regards to Flora and Jason.

              And from one Master to another,
              `Stay curious, stay hungry.'
                                                 -Dodds."
   
 Despite herself, Mandy felt her eyes moisten.  Once again, Dodds
has proved himself to be a gentleman, however perverted, she thought.  
He still puts me on a pedestal in his own way.  He may be a brute
sometimes, and he may be a swaggering ass at others, but he still loves 
me.  And I'm still the best slave he's ever had.  Ah, crap.  I must be 
exhausted if I'm getting this maudlin.
 She started as the door opened.  Flora's head appeared around the edge of
the door.

 "Knock-knock?" she asked.

 "Flora.  Hi," Mandy said weakly, surreptitiously wiping away a tear. 
"Come on in, love."

 Flora minced into the room on 6" heels, the patent leather pumps showing
off her calves nicely.  She carried a heavily-laden breakfast tray, and 
she wore the perfect outfit for her self-appointed role.  Her classic and
saucy French maid's uniform was made entirely from black latex, with 
several fluffy white petticoats of very thin rubber underneath.  She wore
shiny elbow-length opera gloves, and had on full length stockings in the 
same glossy black material, the hems and her garters peeking out from 
under the skirt.  The dress was trimmed at the neck and puff-shouldered
sleeves with white lace, and a white lace doily graced her waistband.  
She even had a pert little maid's cap on her head.

 "Who says you can't get good help these days?" croaked Mandy, sitting 
up with a wry grin.

 "You do, usually.  You must really be out of it, hon," replied Flora.

 "I feel like the floor of a taxi cab," Mandy answered, "what's for 
breakfast?"

 "Something a little lighter than your usual- I thought you might want to
take it easy this morning.  You've got tea and juice, melon, yogurt, 
and... Ta-dah!  Blueberry muffins.  Butter's under here."

 "You are something, aren't you?" said Mandy, "I knew I kept you around 
for something."  She stretched and winced.  "Jeee-zus!  I'm not going to 
have sex for a month!  I ache all over."

 "Oh!" Flora added, "there're two aspirins under the saucer there.  Um.
I hope you're not serious about... what you just said."  No French maid 
ever looked as demure as Flora managed to look just then.

 Mandy glanced up from her tray, and around a mouthful of muffin said,
"Sure.  Why not?  We're both oversexed anyway.  If I have to pay penance,
why shouldn't you?   And don't look at me that way!"

 Flora pouted harder.

 Mandy grinned a little.  "Well, we'll see.  Maybe you'll get some action
out of Jason.  I have a feeling you may have to fight him off with more 
than a feather duster, if he sees you in that outfit. "

 Flora blushed.  "He... he won't be giving me any trouble," she said.

  "Huh."  Mandy gave her a searching stare for a second, then relented.  
"I think, just this once, that I won't ask..."  Flora brightened visibly 
as Mandy continued, "..but I want a promise from you."

  "Anything, love- just ask!" replied Flora.

  Mandy wore a slightly amused, thoughtful expression.  "After today, the 
two of you only have sex if I'm watching."

  Flora gulped, looking serious again.  "Yes, ma'am," she answered in a 
tiny voice.  She took Mandy's tray when she motioned that she was 
finished with it.

  Mandy stretched and sighed.  "Honey, that was really good.  But I 
think... *yawn*... I think I'm going to sleep some more.  Go have fun."

  Flora watched Mandy roll over and wriggle into the covers, concern for 
her mistress wrinkling her forehead.  She waited until Mandy's breathing 
was slow and even, then crept quietly from the room, carrying the tray.
                      
                                     FIN

                                   -=<*>=- 
 
  This ends the tale, Adventures In Rubber.  There will be more stories of
corsets and crinolines, rubber and leather, high heels and boots, featuring
Mandy, Flora, and Jason.  Stay tuned.

                                   -=<*>=-
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