She arrived at the remote address... a lone 2 story building off of some desolate country road. Maybe it originally had been a country store and butcher shop for the small town she had driven through 7 or so miles ago, but it didn't look like it had been open for business in months.
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"Could this be right?"
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No other vehicles were visible outside, but there was a garage-type door on the side, so maybe he had parked inside? Trying the front door, she discovered it was locked. Leaning close to the store front window, she placed her hand above her eyes like doing a military salute as she tried to peek inside, but she could see nothing but blackness. She made her way around the building, trying to peer in every window she came across, but either it was completely dark inside or there was some kind of black shiny coating over every window.
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“Hello!” she shouted as she rapped on the dark glass door. A rumbling sound began immediately as the heavy metal garage door around the other side of the shop began to raise.
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“Oh, someone IS home.”
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She scurries to the opened garage door as it continues to go up. The waning evening light entered the open garage and she was able to make out that it was a rather small room with what looked like smooth metal walls and various hooks and poles up over head and several drains in the floor. The sound started again and the garage door suddenly began to lower. Scanning the interior of the dark garage, her eyes catch a faint glimpse of what looked like the outline of the interior door that should allow her access into this building.
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Moving as quickly as she could in her sluttiest high heels, she stepped inside, ducking slightly to avoid bumping her head on the garage door that continued to lower, and then closed heavily against he concrete floor, plunging her into to complete darkness.
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She blinked her eyes in the pitch black space, put her hands out blindly in front of her and began to feel her way along the cool smooth metal walls towards where she recalled seeing the outline of a door.
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Fumbling with the frame of the door, she traced along it’s perimeter but found no door knob or handle.
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Oh, that's just GREAT!
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She tried to pull the door open with her fingers, then alternatively, put both hands on the door and gave it a good shove and it seemed to give a little.
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Oh, well here goes nothing.
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She felt around the perimeter of the door in the dark once more, then put her shoulder against it... then carefully stepped back, held her breath and lunched against it with all her might.
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>>click<<
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The door swung open freely and she burst into a small dimly lit room, and with her full head of steam, stumbled over a metal stool that stood alone in the center of the room as the door slammed securely behind her. Except of the lone metal stool, the room was otherwise bare.
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Another door with out any visible handle was on the far end of this room, so she thought (hoped) this is a way out. This is weird, she thought. “Remove your clothes and place them on the stool” a voice stated in a very “as a matter fact” kind of tone. Things had gotten too weird and she darted across the room and tried to force the other door open. She went to the far door and tried it. The door was locked.
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
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“Who are you?”
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool”
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“If I don’t?”
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
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She noticed that the voice did not waiver at all and that it had repeated the message verbatim several times... most likely just a recording.
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Obviously this was some sort of electronic message and didn’t respond to questions. It was also quite persistent in its message.
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“I know it’s you... and this isn’t funny!”
For the next several minutes, she tried pounding the doors, and pleading with the recorded message that repeated every 20 seconds or so, thinking it was her boyfriend.
She took her phone out of her purse but it had no signal in this metal box of a room. How quickly her options dwindled.
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“Knock it off you jerk, this isn’t funny anymore!”
“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool”
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“Alright alright, Goddamit!”
With her eyes beginning to well-up with a combination of anger and humiliation, she stepped out of her high heels, her pantyhosed feet feeling the coolness of the metal floor. She unfastened her slacks and let them drop to the floor as she unbuttoned her blouse. Hastily she folded her pants and top together and placed them neatly on the stool, stepped back into her heels and then put her hands on her hips, standing there in tacky tan pantyhose, black heels and a lacey purple bra.
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“Well?!?”
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
Was someone watching? Couldn’t they see she was practically naked?
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Her boyfriend LOVED to see her wearing hosiery, heels and a lacey bra... if this was some stunt he was pulling to do something kinky, he CERTAINLY wouldn’t have her remove the slutty Hooter’s style pantyhose.
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The concerted effort to resist panicking caused a change in her countenance and a subtle look of dread washed over her face.
“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
Slowly, she unfastened her bra, exposing her ample breasts which immediately got goosebumps when exposed to the cool air in the metal room.
Laying her bra onto the neat little pile of clothing, she then slipped her heels off and pushed her hosiery down below her knees, then stepped out of them, wadding the heels and hosiery together and balancing it precariously atop her other garments.
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Several uneasy seconds passed as her mind raced, trying to take a moment to process that, if it wasn’t her boyfriend that had choreographed this entire meeting, then she is being held captive by a complete strang...
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>>click<<
She recognized the sound as being the bolt that releases the next door to open.
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Grabbing her pile of clothes, she took a step towards the door, but then heard anther >>click<< as the door’s bolt re-engaged.
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
Rolling her eyes, still wanting desperately to believe her boyfriend was somehow still involved in this game, and fighting the growing realization that he might not be, she placed her clothes back on the metal stool, then turned obediently to face the door.
>>click<<
Rather than proceed to the exit door, she suddenly bolted to the door that she had entered this room through, hoping it also had unlocked. Her fingers tried to grip at the narrow crease in the wall, trying to pry the door open, hoping to get back to the dark garage where at least she was one room closer to freedom.
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While struggling to open the door, she heard 2 sharp buzzing tones that sounded like the consequence when a game show contestant gives the wrong answer.
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Two seconds later a humming sound began and her feet got a tingling sensation from the floor.
Quickly, shuffling from one foot to the other, she continued to fight with the door, but the tingling was growing more intense, growing from tingling to stinging as the humming became louder.
“ALRIGHT!!!”
She bounded and hopped naked across the energized floor and much to her relief, pushed right through the opposite door and entered the next room.
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This room was well lit with cool white marble walls, but the same metal kind of floor that she now knew could dispense punishment.
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In the center of the room was a shiny chrome reclining exam chair with stirrups spread wide over a large dark hole in the floor.
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“Take your position.”
“Enough is enough! What is going on here?!”
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“Take your position.”
She crossed her arms defiantly.
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The familiar 2 sharp buzzes sounded, which she now knew preceded the floor becoming energized. Her eyes darted around the room for a split second, then she used the remaining 1.5 seconds to bound up into the examination chair.
“Take your position.”
Cautiously, she rested her legs in the stirrups as she gripped the arms of the chair, bracing herself to lift herself off of the small metal seat if it started to shock her.
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She sat there, poised and tense for what seemed like several minutes, becoming acutely aware of her breathing being rapid shallow pants. She felt embarrassment as her warm moist pussy lips were pressed against the tiny cold metal seat. The intense cooling sensation was surprisingly pleasurable, given her awkward position and predicament.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center herself and think clearly.
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>>SHUNT<<
Rigid clamps flipped from the arm rests and stirrups, locking her wrists and ankles to the apparatus. She pulled furiously, but quickly realized she could really hurt herself struggling with these rigid restraints.
The small seat dropped away, leaving her fanny and kitty suspended over the dark hole that was in the floor beneath her and there were various whirring and humming sounds as something mechanical began to move beneath her.
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She thrashed around a bit, struggling to lean forward and see what was coming next, and only caught a glimpse of the oversized enema nozzle glistening with lubricant that elevated itself and was perfectly aligned with her quivering anus.
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The word “Help” silently was mouthed, but she made no sound as the large phallus of an enema nozzle glistening with lubricant quickly rose and pressed against her tightly puckered anus.
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Easy... EASY!!!
She arched herself as best she could, trying to lift her fanny up off of the enema nozzle, but within several minutes, she began to tire... her ass resting on the nozzle, then slowly, as she weakened, she lowered herself more until the oversized plug was eased inside of her.
There was a cool sensation as the large bore steel enema nozzle was seated all the way inside of her. She didn’t cramp or even feel pain... in fact, she felt somewhat numb.
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“The lubricant must be some sort of anesthetizing liquid. Thank heavens!”
Over the course of what seemed like an hour, she was filled to capacity through the nozzle, then drained through the nozzle, then filled again at least 10 humiliating more times, each time seemingly with more liquid than the time before. Her tummy noticeably swelled with each filling, feeling like her insides were being stretched. After her final draining, she felt a subtle vibration in the large nozzle, then a click as it sounded like something detached and quickly descended into the large opening beneath her.
She wanted to feel relief, but the “full” sensation in her bumm had not subsided.
>>SHUNT<<
The clamps that had immobilized her wrists and ankles now snapped open and she clumsily climbed out of the chair, legs numb.
It was uncomfortable to stand up straight and her hands both immediately reached down between her legs, one in front and one in back, and she was horrified to discover what felt like a large metal collar or tube of some kind was inside of her rectum, holding it open.
Her fingers frantically felt around, touching and feeling how the cold steel collar tube in her bumm was imbedded about half an inch inside of her.
She clenched down her sphincter as her fingers felt inside of her.
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There was only a mild sensation of flexing as she tried to clench with all her might. The numbing lubricant obviously was preventing her from being able to control her muscles. Her fingers reached inside of the stretched opening, it felt to be maybe 2 inches inside diameter and the inside of the metal tube had groves, which must have allowed it to screw into and connect with that nozzle that dropped away.
“Open the drawer and get dressed.”
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She opened the drawer next to the stirrup bed and saw shiny black rubber.
“No way! No Fucking Way! What the Hell do you think you're doing to me!?!”
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“Open the drawer and get dressed.”
That incessant voice was really getting annoying.
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The cool metallic floor beneath her bare feet reminded her of the plight she was now in.
She pulled the thing from the drawer. It was rubber full body suit, all 1 piece, like a catsuit. But that is where the simple similarity ended.
The thing had 2 monster plugs inside. The rear one was hollow with thin walls. The front plug appeared to have layers. There was an inner section of soft, black foam rubber and a solid outer shell with little nubs and ribs on its surface. Both had little electrical contacts in the base.
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Both were well lubricated.
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She hesitated a moment but knew she was licked. As long as she worked through the maze of tasks, maybe...
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just maybe
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freedom waited on the far end…
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she hoped.
She had worn hosiery for her lover before, even taking it a step further with a lycra catsuit, but the it was less taboo... merely like a leotard and tights from the 80’s jazzercise age. This was thick rubber suit was nothing like that.
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It’s texture... it was like an alien skin taking her over.
She worked her feet into each of the legs, then pulled and worked the thick latex up her shapely legs.
When the suit was up to her thighs, she felt the tips of the 2 enormous plugs bump up against her pussy lips and inside of her wide open ass.
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Beginning to sweat from the stress and exertion, she heaved the tight rubber suit up over her hips and as the narrow waist slipped into place the two intruders pushed deep into her body.
She actually felt a faint thrill as the front one pushed hard inside her and little nubs inside the suit raked against her clit while the length inside of her bumped and pressed against her g-spot.
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She pulled the breast cups of the suit up and they were open. This peek-a-boo corset had rigid holes through which to see her breasts, but the holes seemed too small her boobs to come through, so they basically smashed her as she tried to comfortably position it.
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“Pull your breasts through the openings.”
The voice startled her, as she had been struggling in silence with the suit for almost 10 minutes, the only sound being her breathing and the occasional squeaking of the rubber suit.
Now, with an understanding of how the suit was designed to be worn, she wrestled with the rigid rubber, reached inside, gripped and managed to align her nipples with the openings in the corset, and pulled and tugged her breast, working back and forth between each one until enough of her boobs were protruding through the 2 openings that she was able to get hold of them and pull them completely through.
The rubber openings were tight around the base of her breasts, causing her boobs to bulge slightly through the tight orifices.
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All the tugging and rough-handling of her breasts had caused then to blood to rush to them.
Her nipples were clearly erect and her engorged breasts were swollen and red from all the attention.
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The corset fit much more snuggly as she worked her arms down the long sleeves of the rubber catsuit. She hadn’t noticed before, but the ends of the sleeves were like the ends of the stockings.
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There were no individual fingers... just like putting her arm in a pair of pantyhose.
With both arms in, she shrugged the top of the suit up over her shoulders and clumsily felt around with the attached hood.
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Pulling it over her head, it had an oval opening for her face.
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The shiny black rubber completely covering her hair and most of her forehead, temples, cheeks and chin.
Only her eyes, nose and mouth remained uncovered.
Her sheathed hands felt behind her shoulders and located the suit’s zipper and she struggled and tugged at it until it pulled all the way up, sealing her inside.
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She heard the door latch >>click<<
While obediently walking to the next room, she looked down at her shiny black reflection from the metallic floor, and a warm tingling sensation of sexual power surged through her.
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“Damn, I look GOOD in this!” she mused, eyeing how the rubber was clinging to her curves, how her breasts bulged and stood out proudly.
The next room she entered was dark except for 3 spot lights shining down on 3 objects: a stool, a black rubber inflatable mattress and another one of those metal stirrup exam chairs over an opening in the floor... but not nearly as ominous as the prior apparatus, and there were no restraints on this one.
Off to the side was a large leather armchair, set deep in the shadows of the room.
A pile of shiny black rubber sat on the stool in the light in the center of the room.
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It was as if the rubber was the center of some fetishist art display.
“Get dressed, my pet.”
The command seemed warmer now,
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more soothing.
She looked around to see where the command came from, but she was alone... but knew the consequence of failing to obey.
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She picked up the first item.
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She held a pair of thick black latex stockings.
She was already accustomed to layers of hosiery she had worn for her lover... liking how the thin layers of sheer material work to tease him.
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How the slick texture felt as his tongue traced her body from her toe tips to her hips and back down again.
“Get dressed, my pet.”
Snapping back from her little day dream, she sat on the stool and slowly pulled the latex stockings up her already rubber encased legs.
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She was surprised how the thin film of lubricant inside of the latex stockings allowed then to slide up her rubberized legs, leaving no wrinkles at all.
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The sensation of the second layer of latex was warm and tight, how it firmly caressed her legs...
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it was quite pleasant.
While dressing, she became aware of a very faint humming of the dildo and plug imbedded deep inside of her and from the nubbed hood pressed against her clit.
It was difficult to focus on dressing herself as the oversized toys hummed gently inside of her, but eventually, she finished with the stockings.
“Get dressed, my pet.”
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The next item looked like a pair of rubber bike shorts, but with 2 openings in the crotch with obviously correlated with the dildo and plug that continued to vibrate inside of her.
She pulled them on over the stockings and the shorts’ legs locked the stockings in place nicely, the lubricant in the shorts being the same that was in the stockings, which contained an adhesive.
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I’m certain she would have paused a little longer, had she known that her latex encasement was going to be a long-term commitment.
“Get dressed, my pet.”
She took up the short sleeve shirt that sat on the pile. Nothing too unusual, just a black rubber t-shirt with small nipple “peek.a.boo” holes.
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She pulled it over her head and carefully positioned it over her bulging breasts so that her hard nipples remained exposed.
The shirt was like shrinkwrap on her,
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sealing itself to her,
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covering the suit’s zipper on her back and encircling and squeezing her breasts tightly as the adhesive sealed against her nicely without her knowledge.
Gloves followed the shorts, long opera-length shiny black latex gloves that reached up to her armpits and covered the arms of the black t-shirt.
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They had the same blunt ends like her rubber stockigns, rather than individual fingers, and she was reluctant to push her arms into them,
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concerned with the lack of dexterity that she would have while wearing them.
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Wondering if she would be able to reach the zipper and get out of this outfit, should the opportunity arise.
She felt the rubber encasing her arms and warming the skin, then was completely encased in latex from head to toes, except for her pretty face and erect nipples.
She slowly probed her situation and discovered the rubber both subdued and amplified her sensations as she touched herself.
There was a certain erotic appeal to the numb sensation of being layered beneath the latex that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
She wanted nothing more than to continue to caress herself, to create more stimulation, to take a break from the hours and hours of being ordered around by “the voice.”
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“Rest, my pet.”
This soothing command caused her to sigh with relief and for the first time in hours, she was beginning to feel a little bit more comfortable.
Her rubber skin squeaked as she slinked onto the rubber mattress.
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Her hands caressed her face and groped between her legs, and tried clumsily to tweak her painfully erect nipples.
She put pressure on the nubbed hod that covered her clit and it began to vibrate and warm.
Her plug and dildo also came to life, now humming and whirring with more intensity.
She rolled to her side with both hands between her as an orgasm sneaked up on her, but then as suddenly as everything has started, it all stopped.
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For what seemed like hours, she groped and caressed herself, but without the vibration of the toys and clit stimulator, she could not give herself enough stimulation through those thick layers of rubber, to achieve and orgasm.
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Either from exhaustion or frustration, she eventually nodded off to sleep.
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My poor pet.
When she awoke, sitting atop the stool was a cool bottle of water and what looked like a kind of pudding in a tube-like package that seemed like something astronauts would have taken while in a weightless environment.
After drinking the water and consuming the pudding that was actually quite good, the tingling of the toys began.
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She spent the better part of the morning writhing on the rubber mattress
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trying to focus on the sensations she was feeling
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trying to concentrate and will the embers of sexual pleasure to roar into an orgasmic flame that would consume her...
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but each time she felt herself approaching the point of now return...
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the sensation from the toys would fade
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leaving her masturbating furiously to try and finish the task off herself...
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but it always ended the same way.
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My poor pet.
The cycle continued through the day.
She seemed to be more comfortable in the body suit and had tried, while lying on the mattress, to feel for the zipper,
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then tried to pull the shirt off of herself
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tried to find the seam where the long gloves were attached to the t-shirt
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but obviously was unable to remove anything.
There was a moment, I saw it in her eyes, when she realized that everything was bonded together and, just like the room that she was in, she would be unable to escape her latex encasement until she was released.
This discovery both sent a panic through her mind but then she had a thrill shiver deep inside her as she realized how erotic the situation was becoming.
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Now the things in her ass and her pussy would vibrate randomly, bringing a new sensation to her experience but never enough to finish the job.
Then came the command...
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“Take your enema, my pet.”
The toys ceased all vibrations.
She lay motionless on the mattress for a moment.
“Take your enema, my pet.”
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She rolled her eyes, then sat up on the edge of the mattress, which forced her plug and dildo more deeply into her body, sending a wave of pleasure through her body that caused her to noticeably shudder.
Her hands grasped at her exposed nipples and pulled at them furiously as she gyrated on the edge of the mattress,
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feeling the building intensity beginning to warm inside of her from the extremely deep penetration.
“Take your enema, my pet.”
Her eyes closed, she defiantly ignored the command.
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Her rubber-coated feet planted firmly on the floor as she gyrated, coming close to achieving an orgasm.
Two sharp warning buzzes sounded, but she smiled and continued her unauthorized masturbating.
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That familiar humming sound started, but her rubber body was insulated, so there was no unpleasant tingling in her rubberized feet
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There was however, a buzzing in her kitty and ass from the toys that obviously were wired.
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For a moment, and only a moment, it was erotic and the sudden sensation almost pushed her over the edge
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but her smile quickly faded as she realized how the tingling can quickly increase to a buzzing... and then a downright painful stinging.
Her eyes opened and she stood up obediently, and the sound and buzzing stopped.
“Take your enema, my pet.”
She sauntered over to the stirrup chair and plopped down, sulking like a child.
“Take your enema, my pet.”
She joylessly spread her legs and placed them in the stirrups and leaned back for the humiliating procedure.
Once her legs were spread nicely, the pleasurable humming of the toys began again.
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She spasmed, surprised to get a reward for spreading her legs, but immediately closed her eyes and relaxed.
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The familiar whirring from beneath her began as the nozzle was elevated to her waiting ass, and an accompanying one paired with it, rose and connected to the dildo in her puss.
Once both were securely connected, the pleasure to her clit became intense as the warm fluid flowed into her ass and the dildo in her kitty pulsed and swelled.
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She had enjoyed anal play with her lover and had given herself enemas for cleanliness, but had never enjoyed or really thought of them as an intense sexual activity.
“Mmmmm”
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Her body arched in the chair over the next hour-and-a-half as 1 quart of fluid filled her, then was drawn out, then 1.5 quarts, then a little more and a little more each time.
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Her bowels being so full pressed on her bladder and she relieved herself, all of which was channeled by the rubber nubbed hood that cupped her clit and encased her vulva.
The “full” sensation was like nothing she’d felt before and it worked harmoniously with the vibrating of her clit and the rhythmic swelling and pulsing of the dildo deep inside of her.
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She was powerless to resist her body being worked and stretched, filled and emptied, all she could do was find pleasure in this bizarre treatment, find purpose in what was happening to her. She was now being referred to as a “pet” and had been so for now what... a couple of days?
Once the last enema of the day was complete and almost 3 quarts were drained from her, the toys all stopped and the nozzle tubes connected to her arse and kitty disconnected and dropped unceremoniously into the opening in the floor.
It was like withdrawal
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having the sensory overload of being over-stimulated and filled to capacity...
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then to now have no stimulation and just feeling... empty.
As she sat up and got out of the stirrup chair, she was surprised to notice another bottle of water and container of “pudding” where placed on the stool, waiting for her.
During her erotic treatment in the chair, she was completely oblivious as to what else was going on in the room...
completely unaware who had brought her dinner
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who was taking care of her and showing her these bizarre pleasures that she now found herself yearning for.
“Rest, my pet.”
She lied down on the mattress, sipped her water and consumed the pudding, all the while the toys inside of her gently purred and pleasured her.
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She drifted off into a lazy sleep, having dreams of her boyfriend revealing himself to be her captor, they held each other and vowed to continue to explore the boundaries of pleasure and never ever return to “vanilla” lovemaking again.
Days passed or maybe they were weeks.
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Her existence was to masturbate and be teased closer and closer to orgasms, but never rewarded with the mind-blowing cumming that she craved more and more each day.
Her obedience was rewarded with pleasure.
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her taking larger and larger volume enemas was rewarded with pleasure and the tone of the commands seemed to be soothing to her.
She tried to catch a glimpse of who was placing her meals in the room, but never saw anyone in the vacant chair...
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only occasionally catching a whiff of a vaguely familiar cologne...
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or maybe it was her imagination.
The cycles continued over and over,
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her purpose... being pleasured and being a pet, would have seemed ridiculous weeks ago, when she was busy with 12 hour work days to please unpleasant people day in and day out...
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but now... in her new reality
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it all was as it felt it should be.
>>click<<
She sat up suddenly, looking at the door, not wanting to leave her comfortable existence.
DC
