Date: Mon, 08 Mar 2004 23:54:34 +0000
From: M Martens <tentamen@hotmail.com>
Subject: House-sitting For My Mistress 2 (updated version)

I really didn't have a clue what was in store for me, but not surprisingly,
that didn't stop me. I had made up my mind: I was going to accept Ms.
Martens' offer to be her 'servant' for two weeks. It was actually an easy
decision for me. Classes didn't start again until late August, and all of my
roommates left campus last week. It's a good thing, too. They might have
thought it a bit odd seeing me this morning walking around in my sneakers
and swim cap, not to mention the shiny black rubber panties Ms. Martens
instructed me to wear.

The built-in rubber dildo and plug grew a bit uncomfortable through the
night, but I lubed them with some of my own KY after I woke up. I had grown
very accustomed to my second skin and the feeling of fullness the panties
provided, not to mention the many orgasms they afforded me during the night.
Of course I had wondered if Ms. Martens would make me wear even more bizarre
clothing. Just these speculations were making me horny. Judging by my
panties, I was already resigned to and excited by the idea that my privates
would remain accessible to her, but what other rubber torments might she
have in store for me?

Needless to say, I had all sorts of vivid dreams last night. I'm no prude,
but until yesterday, I had never experienced anything remotely like my
submission to Ms. Martens. I hadn't even been with another woman. Sure I had
fantasized about other women, even a professor or two, but that's nothing
out of the ordinary for a college girl. I had even fantasized about my
roommate Kristi tying me up and having her way with me, but my fantasies had
hitherto included scarves and hosiery, perhaps even a feather for tickling,
but certainly not rubber clothing and leather restraints.

I guess I knew about latex clothing too, but barely to the extent that
Michelle Pfieffer's Catwoman suit was made of rubber. I had never actually
seen rubber clothing before I peeked into Ms. Martens' closet. Since my
rubber panties provided me with so much sensation, so much delightful
constriction, I could only fantasize what it might feel like to wear a full
suit like the one Ms. Martens wore. I remembered how sexy Ms. Martens looked
covered in her rubber skin, and I wondered if I'd look as sexy. I also
recalled what Ms. Martens said about rubber having power over certain
people, and while I was certainly skeptical whether it was predetermined or
not, I knew that my brief stint as her slave awakened something deep within
me. If I accepted Ms. Martens' offer, I could indulge my sexual curiosities
and earn some money to boot.

After I was done dressing, I packed a small bag, mostly toiletries, figuring
I wouldn't need much clothing anyhow. I had also called home to explain my
coming absence, since I figured I'd be spending my nights at Ms. Martens as
well. Nobody was home, so I left a message explaining that I was going to go
with one of my roommates to her family's beach house. My parents traveled a
lot, so they probably wouldn't even get the message for two weeks anyhow.
Like I said, nobody would even know I was gone.

I showed up at Ms. Martens' house a few minutes past eight, wearing a white
polo shirt, a navy mini, and my white Keds with no socks. I thought Ms.
Martens would appreciate it if I looked like I was wearing a uniform. I was
excited yet nervous as I rang the doorbell. Only moments later, Ms. Martens
opened the door.

'You're late, child. Come in,' she stated plainly, as if she never doubted
that I would show up for 'work.' She was dressed quite plainly, much like
she was yesterday when I arrived to house-sit for her. Part of me was
disappointed. I kind of expected that she would greet me in full rubber, but
I was sure I'd get my fill; after all, I was going to be hers for two weeks.

'You may set your bag over there, child,' she gestured, 'I assume you packed
your swim cap?'

'Of course, Ms. Martens,' I replied politely.

'And what about your rubber panties, slut?' she demanded.

'I thought it would please you if I wore them under my uniform, ma'am.'

With that, Ms. Martens grinned smugly, before reaching her hand under my
skirt and grabbing hold of my rubber-encased ass. She rubbed my bottom a
bit, toying with me, before squeezing it firmly. I got quite excited when
she performed even this simple act of dominance.

Taking note of my heightened state, Ms. Martens drew even closer and
whispered in my ear, 'Oh, you are quite the excitable slut, aren't you? You
will respond nicely to rubber training!'

With that, Ms. Martens moved behind me and started triumphantly rubbing her
body against mine. Her caresses were magical. I was in an excited state as
she rubbed my stomach, gracing my breasts only slightly. I could feel her
warm breath on the nape of my neck. Telling me to lift my arms, she soon
removed my shirt. Ms. Martens then set about undoing my bra, unfastening it
and moving it delicately off my shoulders, before allowing it to drop to the
floor. Her touches grew more focused on my breasts and my excited nipples.
She began to pinch my nipples and gently kiss the back of my neck. She
pinched even harder and I let out a gasp. I thought I was going to have an
orgasm simply from her manual manipulations. Ms. Martens let out an
approving groan, before undoing my skirt, allowing it to drop to my ankles.
She knelt down and gestured for me to step out of my skirt, before placing
all my clothes on the chair with my travel bag.

I was now standing in her entry hall, much as she desired, wearing only my
white Keds and my rubber panties, which were by now nicely lubricated with
my own juices. 'Turn and face me, child,' Ms. Martens ordered.

'You are here to take me up on my magnanimous offer to serve as my
rubberslave. Isn't that right?'

'Yes, Mistress,' I replied, bowing my head.

'Do you know what that means?' she probed further.

'I think so, Mistress, ' I replied, not sure if knew exactly what she was
asking.

'Just to be fair, I will tell you what to expect from me, and what I will
expect of you as my slave. Once you accept my invitation to be my slave,
there's no turning back. You are mine for two weeks. Whatever you think you
know about your life, whoever you are outside my home, it no longer
matters.'

'You would belong to Me. I have graciously offered to train you. That means
I would be your Mistress and you will address me as such when you are not
gagged. You will serve Me as I command. Your body is Mine. Your mouth, your
tits, your cunt, your ass... everything. I will dress you as I choose. You'll
be forced to wear rubber and sneakers at all times. That's just the way it
is. I will use you as I choose. You will learn to please me sexually. And of
course I will punish you as I see fit. During your training, you will obey
my every command or pay dearly. I am fair but strict. I will not harm you
permanently, but that does not mean you cannot suffer.'

Ms. Martens asked in a plain tone, 'Do you fully understand what I am
saying, child? Because once you begin your journey, there is no turning
back.'

'I do, Mistress,' I uttered, still floored by the completeness of her
demands.

'You do what, slut?' she demanded.

'I understand, Mistress.'

'Then are you ready to serve Me? As my slave?'

'Yes, Mistress,' I responded, knowing full well that the next two weeks
would be unforgettable to say the least.
'Wonderful,' Ms. Martens added with a wry smile. 'Let's begin your training,
shall we?'

'Place your hands behind your back,' she ordered. As soon as I obeyed, Ms.
Martens removed a pair of handcuffs from her pocket and secured my wrists
together. As the cold metal closed around my wrists, I realized that there
was no turning back.

Ms. Martens then rummaged through my duffel bag to retrieve the white rubber
swim cap she had provided me with the day before. Not yet finished, she then
fetched an item from a nearby closet. I glanced at the strange contraption,
but did not really comprehend it. It was some sort of black harness with
many straps and a large red ball. And seeing as I had both of my holes
already stuffed with rubber, I was able to hazard a guess where the rubber
ball might wind up. After all, I was now starting to recall a particularly
bizarre scene from Pulp Fiction...

The mature domme then gathered my hair before placing it under the
old-fashioned swim cap. She then fastened the chin strap snugly under my
chin and attentively smoothed the wrinkles from the rubber cap. As she began
to fasten the rubber harness around my head, Ms. Martens elaborated, 'This
is a ball gag I'm fitting you with, slave. It's only one of the many gags
and headwear you'll be required to wear. There are ball gags, bit gags, ring
gags, inflatable gags, penis gags - not to mention hoods. Each serves their
purpose. You'll see. Now open wide for your Mistress.'

As she pushed the large red rubber gag deep inside my mouth, my Mistress
continued, 'Don't worry, you'll get used to the deliciously-pungent taste
before long. Sooner than you think, you'll be begging for a mouthful of
rubber.' Ms. Martens then finished adjusting the straps about my forehead
and under my chin. My breathing was a bit labored at first, but I soon
adjusted, learning to breathe more methodically through my nose.

Satisfied that I was properly fitted with my headgear, my Mistress again
assured me. 'There, there... it's alright, slave. I'll going to show you just
how wonderful it feels to be a slave. I'm going to teach you to fully please
me. I know you're going to be a perfect little rubberslut when I'm done with
you. You'll beg to worship me. Just like you'll beg for me to fuck your
slutty little ass again,' Ms. Martens whisperd confidently, still playing
with my bare breasts. 'Would you like that? Hmmmm, slave?'

I looked Ms. Martens in the eyes and nodded my head. Given my helplessness,
the idea of becoming a slave still terrified me somewhat, but what other
choice did I have? I was confident that obedience was now my best
alternative, especially as I become increasingly more resigned to the
hopelessness of my submission. Besides, it had been less than a day since I
had my bottom reddened with a paddle, and who knew what other diabolical
tortures awaited me?

After fondling my young body for several more minutes, Ms. Martens then led
me downstairs to her playroom, where it all began. She guided me over to the
medical examination table where I was 'initiated' and ordered me to lie atop
the cold, rubber-padded surface. Ms. Martens positioned me lying on my back,
and then gently removed my rubber panties, taking care when she withdrew the
rubber dildo and plug which had been my constant companions for the better
part of the past 24 hours. It felt surprisingly empty having not been
impaled, but I reckoned that feeling would be short-lived.

Ms. Martens then placed my legs in a pair of stirrups, before strapping each
of my legs quite securely, both at the knee and at the ankle. Next she
fetched a key, soon reaching beneath my back and removing the handcuffs. My
arms were then stretched over my head and quickly reattached to restraints
at the head of the examination table. Two more rubber straps near my
shoulders completed my bondage. Now completely helpless with my privates
fully exposed, I could only listen as Ms. Martens began to elaborate on her
plans for my training.

'Before you can be fitted for your rubberwear, you'll need to be cleaned and
examined, and that includes your insides as well. Have you ever had an
enema, slave?' asked Ms. Martens in a very clinical manner. I barely knew
what an enema was. I shook my head no.

'Well then, you're in for an interesting experience. Every one of my slaves
goes under the bag, usually each morning, partly for hygiene, but more so
because they're terrific reminders of your submissive status.' Ms. Martens
paused for a moment before adding, 'I also use enemas for punishment.
Consider this a preview.'

Ms. Martens busily paced around the playroom, gathering the requisite
assortment of equipment. After a few minutes Ms. Martens returned with a
bulging red rubber bag and several feet of white rubber tubing. She hung the
enema bag on a nearby stand and positioned it near my exposed bottom. Ms.
Martens released the hose clamp momentarily, allowing the water to force all
of the air out of the tubing before again clamping off the flow. Next she
prepared to fit me with a nozzle. I could only stare in disbelief at all of
these preparations. This was all very bizarre and obviously very humiliating
to me, but I'm sure Ms. Martens was counting on just that.

'Since you claim to be an enema virgin, I've decided to use an inflatable
nozzle on you. I figure, why wait.' Ms. Martens held the nozzle up for me to
observe. I noticed that the strange looking nozzle had two round bulbs
attached to it, just like the device they use to take your blood pressure.
As Ms. Martens began squeezing the attached bulbs, my eyes widened in
disbelief as each of two balloons on the nozzle inflated to an enormous
size.

'She can't really intend on putting that in side me, can she??' I thought to
myself, panicking.

'I think you've got the right picture. Once the balloons have been properly
inflated, they'll seal your ass nicely so you can hold your enema while you
tend to other tasks,' Ms. Martens hinted, as she began to apply a generous
handful of lubricant to my crack.

Soon my anus was rudely pierced by her invading finger. Ms. Martens
finger-fucked me for a while before inserting a second, and then a third
finger. Finally she removed her fingers and quickly replaced them with the
dreaded nozzle. I accommodated the greasy invader inside me rather easily,
given all the attention my ass had received of late, but when Ms. Martens
began to inflate the inner balloon, I began to weep. Ignoring my tears, Ms.
Martens continued to prepare me for my enema. When she felt that the inner
balloon was sufficiently inflated, she pulled on the nozzle so that the
inner balloon was seated directly inside my rectum. Once Ms. Martens
inflated the outer balloon, my ass was effectively sealed.

'Now I control your ass - what goes in, what comes out, and when - so you'd
better listen when I tell you that you're going to learn how to service me
or else!'  I had a pretty good idea by then just what Ms. Martens was
hinting at by 'service.'

'And one last detail before we begin...' added Ms. Martens, before producing
an inflatable black latex dildo. 'I told you your body belongs to me!' The
merciless domme grinned smugly and buttered my vagina with an ample blob of
lubricant, before slowly inserting the rubber dildo and pumping it up to an
uncomfortable size. My most private regions were again doubly-violated: an
overly-inflated enema nozzle seated snugly in my rectum, and an inflatable
latex dildo stuffing my pussy.

'I think you're ready for your water now, slave,' declared Ms. Martens, as
she released the hose clamp, allowing the hot soapy water to flow freely
into my tender rectum. My Mistress smiled approvingly as the rubber bag
emptied and my belly began to swell. She passed the time by stroking my
bound legs and admiring my white Keds.

Noting that I had taken almost all my water, Ms. Martens decided to insist
on some personal attention while I held my enema. As Ms. Martens began to
undress, I caught a glimpse of gloss black under her top. She must have been
wearing rubber! She removed first her sweater and then her jeans, revealing
the sexy rubber leotard she had been wearing all along. I should have
smelled it. It fit snugly, accenting her athletic body, covering her
shoulders, her breasts, her midsection - all the way down to just above her
knees, much like a surfsuit.

Ms. Martens then hopped atop the examination table and straddled me so that
her rubberized rear was directly above my face, her feet positioned on top
of my shoulders, her blue Keds visible in my periphery. She then began
unfastening the rubber straps which held my ball gag in place. 'Now it's
time for you to please me. Are you ready to use your tongue on me, slave?'
asked a taunting Ms. Martens.

'Y-yes...' I replied, my discomfort turning to pain as the soapy enema caused
more swelling and cramping deep within my bowels. I had of course resigned
myself to the fact that I would no doubt be called upon to perform oral sex
on Ms. Martens. I just thought it would be a bit more gradual. Given the
extremity of my situation, it appeared my rubber training would be anything
but gradual.

'Yes what?!' demanded Ms. Martens, looking down at me sternly.

'Yes, Mistress,' I replied very clearly.

'Excellent,' added Ms. Martens, as she began unzipping her rubber outfit. I
didn't even notice the full zipper at first, but it receded to reveal her
musky contents. She settled back so that her crack pressed down on my
waiting mouth. I hesitantly flicked my tongue over Ms. Martens' swollen
lips, causing her to withdraw suddenly.

'I didn't give you permission to enjoy my pussy yet, slave. That's a
privilege you'll have to earn,' scolded Ms. Martens. As a reminder, she
grabbed hold of the inflator bulb and squeezed it several times, causing the
rubber dildo within me to expand to even more painful proportions. 'From now
on, you are always to start your oral service with the anus. Is that
understood, slave?'

I had never even heard of such a thing, much less given it any serious
consideration, but given my dilemma, what was I to do but oblige my
tormentor?? I again novicely extended my tongue, this time instead seeking
out Ms. Martens' pursed rosebud. I licked the area in a circular motion as
she again settled most of her weight back on my face.

'Mmmmm, that's more like it, slave. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Now
stick your tongue all the way up my ass and use it to fuck me!'

Her scent was heavy, almost overpowering when combined with the strong odor
of the rubber, and still I could not help but to delight in my misery and
submission. Two days ago, I had never dreamt that anyone would delight in
dominating someone under such bizarre circumstances, let alone that someone
else might actually derive any pleasure from being dominated! And yet, here
I was, clad in items I never viewed as sexual, performing intimate acts that
first seemed outlandish.

I mean, while I was receiving my enema, I was concentrating on what it felt
like to be gagged, and more importantly, why I liked it! I had never been
gagged before, but in some strange way, having my mouth so thoroughly
silenced by someone else felt right and proper. On top of that, Ms. Martens
told me there were other gags she'd use on me. My mind was racing. I had to
know all about her bizarre world - not just about gags or rubber, but about
a world where sexual misdeeds reign, where adults are punished with
spankings, or perhaps by taking stewardship over their bodily functions, and
then too by demanding such intimate oral service. How could rubber and
sneakers come to replace champagne and roses?

As my mind pondered my awakening, my tongue continued to probe Ms. Martens'
ass. I barely noticed that Ms. Martens had begun to play with herself,
several of her fingers racing in unison. She raised her bottom to afford me
a better view of her delicious pussy. 'Do you think you've earned the right
to make me cum, slave?'

The cramping in my bowels from the soapy enema notwithstanding, I could not
help but to beg to taste my Mistress. 'Please, Mistress,' I said gasping,
`this lowly slave begs to pleasure you. Please, may I taste you? I want to
be a good slave. I want to make you proud.'

'Very well, slave. You may now lick me,' relented my Mistress. `If you
succeed in making me cum, maybe I'll allow you to use the toilet and relieve
yourself. Otherwise, you'll just have to lie here and hold your enema a
while longer. It's all up to you now.'

I then dedicated myself wholly to my oral administrations. Every nuance,
every instruction I ever offered my boyfriends on how, when, and where to
lick me - would it be enough? Did I really know how to stimulate a woman? As
Ms. Martens settled most of her weight back down, I offered her the flat of
my wet tongue, making sure to stimulate her fully. As she rocked to and fro,
I allowed my tongue to part her lips. Her clit became fully engorged, and I
began to target it more specifically, tracing my tongue gently around it,
licking softly, like an ice cream cone. She really seemed to respond when I
licked the top of her clit, so I concentrated my efforts there, flicking my
tongue back and forth, side to side.

By this time, even my nose was buried deep in her vagina, and Ms. Martens
was essentially face-fucking me. I tried to continue my oral duties, but it
became increasingly difficult as she began grinding my face even more
vigorously. Her thrusting began to be accompanied by deeper and louder
moaning, as she began to orgasm. Ms. Martens gasped, her short breaths
gradually turning to sighs as I ceased my licking, mindful instead to offer
the flat of my tongue to her throbbing pussy.

After a while, Ms. Martens crawled off the table and zipped up her rubber
suit. As she fastened the ball gag back into my mouth, she remarked that I
had performed admirably, and that I was indeed a worthy slave. She
disconnected the end of the nozzle from the enema hose, but left it fully
inflated and clamped to prevent any backflow. I really had to relieve myself
by now. After all, it must had been about a half hour since my enema ordeal
had begun.

Ms. Martens first unfastened my hands from the restraints nearer the top of
the examination table, then loosened the shoulder straps, and finally
unstrapped my legs from the stirrups. She helped me up, seemingly mindful of
my depleted condition and my swollen belly. She led me over to the toilet
where I was allowed to sit. Once she released the valve on the inflation
bulb, the nozzle was forced from my ass and I expelled the excruciating
contents of the enema from my bowels. I sat for minutes, fully expelling my
water, breathing heavy breaths of relief through my ball gag.

My relief was short-lived, however, for I soon noticed Ms. Martens refilling
the ominous bag. She again hung the bulging rubber bag on the pole near the
examination table and beckoned to me.

'Wipe yourself thoroughly, slave, then get back over here on the table. It's
time for your rinse,' declared my Mistress. `Oh, and please retrieve your
nozzle and rinse it off. We'll need it.'

It probably wasn't even ten o' clock, and I knew my day was just beginning.
It was going to be a very long two weeks.