Rubber bondage prisoner

(This story can originaly be found at latexstories.net, orginal author is rbp818)


A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre.

Chapter 1.

In which the prisoners welcome is not as welcome as he hoped .

It was dark very early tonight and I drove slowly through the Gateway and turned into the narrow track beside the stream. It all seemed very familiar and I realised just how accurate and detailed were the instructions I had been sent to allow me to find the Rubber Bondage Centre. I drove across the grass and parked my car beside a hedge. I got out and picked up my holdall from the back seat and locked the car door. It was with a feeling of anticipation but tinged with apprehension as I made my way towards a low building. As I approached a floodlight came on dispersing the darkness and I could see a figure dressed in Black Shiny Rubber standing outside the building.

As I got nearer I could see it was a quite tall, slim woman wearing a SBR dress, rubber boots and rubber gloves. The collar of the dress was buckled high around Her neck and the hood was pulled up over Her head and cast a shadow across Her face giving Her a very mysterious look. As she moved towards me the SBR swished and glinted in the glare from the floodlight.

“Hello” She said, “I’m Mistress Marie and you must be 8-18. You obviously had no problems with My instructions.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you Mistress,” I said, “Everything was very clear and concise.”

She gave a little laugh, “You might change your mind about being pleased to meet Me before the week is over.”

“Well you had better come in and I’ll show you your accommodation.”

She was quite different to what I had pictured from talking to Her on the telephone. She seemed to be much more feminine and ladylike, and I wondered just what sort of a Mistress She was going to be. She was certainly dressed as a Rubber Mistress, and no doubt the ladylike part of Her character would be put aside once my training started. She opened a door in the building which I had thought was a stable and I followed Her inside. Only two steps and She turned through an opening on Her right, and She pointed to a door in front of me.

“In there is the shower, toilet and wash basin. The toilet is pumped so don’t put anything down it other than toilet matter. If you block it up you unblock it!”

I stepped through the gap into a warm, cosy room. The lighting was low rather than dim and I could see it was a very cosy ‘bed sitter’. There was a compact kitchenette, a comfortable chair, a table a wardrobe with a T.V. and a VCR on top of it and two single beds at opposite corners of the room. One, against the back wall of the room was made up with rubber sheets and rubber pillow cases, with a black padded headboard with various rings fitted to it.

“It is all very basic,” She said, “but you have everything you need to be self contained and independent.”

Mounted into a recess on the front wall beside the kitchenette was a wide, full height mirror. On the back wall was a long mirror running the length of the rubber sheeted bed. These mirrors gave the illusion that the room was bigger than it actually was and there was a mirror on the ceiling over the bed. I could see there were lots of rings and hooks fitted along the edge of the bed and a length of heavy chain was fixed to the wall the bed was pushed against. I could see there were lots of rings screwed into the ceiling beams at various locations around the room. There seemed to be a preoccupation with having Bondage fixing points in as many positions as possible. I glanced into the full height mirror and saw myself reflected back and I felt quite pleased with the look of the black, shiny PVC jacket and trousers I was wearing. Mistress put Her hand out and fingered the material of the jacket.

“Oh!” She said, “I thought it was a Rubber Suit you were wearing, now that is most unfortunate for you. Surely you read all the rules I sent you about the Rubber Bondage Centre? Rule number six is very precise and explicit. Only Rubber Clothing is worn at the Centre, there are no exceptions. I suppose you felt you could arrive in something else and then change into Rubber when you were here. Not so, the rules are as they are written, and I make no exceptions whether you are a regular visitor or like you it is your first time. I suppose you didn’t want to be seen driving along in your car wearing Rubber Clothing. Well I do it every day when I go into Town to do my shopping or visiting my friends. How dreadful for you, you have earned a punishment and you haven’t even unpacked yet. However as a small concession I’ll give you the option of having your punishment tomorrow in My Dungeon, before your training starts, or you can have an alternative punishment tonight, then we can start your training in the morning as was planned. The choice is yours 8-18.”

I was quite staggered by this turn of events. I had not realised just how serious the set of rules were that Mistress had sent me. I had thought of them as all part of the Fantasy Scene She was trying to create. She hadn’t said what form either punishment was to take so it was a sort of ‘Hobsons’ choice. A punishment in Her Dungeon sounded far more sinister than having a punishment in this room.

“I’m very sorry Mistress, I just didn’t grasp how serious Your rules were when I read them through, I read them as part of the Fantasy You were going to create. I think I’ll accept my punishment tonight so as not to interfere with the start of my training tomorrow.”

“A very wise choice 8-18. I hope you are now well aware that the Rubber Bondage Centre is a very serious establishment. A great deal of thought has gone into making the Centre as realistic as it is possible to make it, and the rules were written out to ensure that reality was maintained at all times. Now you can get undressed and put that horrible PVC suit away in the wardrobe. Then on the spare bed are various items of Rubber Clothing. Sort through them and find and put on in this order Rubber Stockings, Rubber Suspender Belt, Rubber elbow length Gloves and a Rubber long sleeve Shirt with attached open face Hood. Tuck the bottom of the Rubber Shirt inside the Rubber Suspender Belt. Make sure you use the toilet then fasten on this set of chains”- and She held up a set of combination wrist and ankle manacles and chains - “with your hands secured behind you. Then kneel down against the Rubber Sheeted Bed and lie across the Rubber Sheet and wait for me to return. I shall be watching you on the CCTV so I will know when you are ready.”

She turned and walked out of the room Her Rubber Dress swishing loudly as She walked, and I heard the door being locked.

Oh well I thought there’s no possibility of backing out now. My one escape route was now locked. I decided I had better do as Mistress had ordered or there would be more punishment for failing to obey Her and I was sure that would be far worse than not wearing Rubber when I arrived. I removed the PVC Suit and hung it in the wardrobe and then used the toilet. I then sorted through the various Rubber items laid out on the spare bed and quickly dressed in the items and sequence She had told me to. I fastened the ankle manacles then after a struggle I managed to fasten the wrist manacles. In next to no time I was dressed in Rubber and secured into a set of chains for which I didn’t have the key. I knelt down at the side of the bed and let myself fall forward across the Rubber Sheet. There was now a strong smell of Rubber in the air and lying on the Rubber Sheet I was able to feel and smell the wonderful Rubber odours. I didn’t have long to savour this pleasure as I heard the door being unlocked and Mistress returned carrying a large bundle of Rubber Clothing, which She dropped on the bed beside me.

“Stand up 8-18, and let me see if you have obeyed My instructions properly.”

I scrambled to my feet and Mistress checked the way I was dressed. She seemed to be satisfied for She produced a key and unlocked the ankle manacles and then the wrist manacles and She put the chain set back on the spare bed.

“Put these pants on and pull your cock and balls out through the reinforced hole at the front. Then stand facing me with your arms raised straight out in front of you.”

The pants were a very tight fit and the hole was even tighter, but eventually I had them on and my cock and balls exposed. As soon as I lifted my arms She swiftly and skilfully slipped the sleeves of a heavy Rubber Strait Jacket over my arms and drew the edges together behind my back and closed the zip up to my neck. Four heavy straps and buckles were secured tightly across my back and Mistress pulled the collar up around my neck and fastened it by closing some press studs on the collar flap. She grasped my now erect cock and pushed it through another tight hole in the front of the Rubber Strait Jacket.

After struggling for a while She managed to get my balls through the same tight hole and then She pulled the crotch cover between my legs and straining it tight She fastened the straps to the buckles at the back. This tightened the body of the Rubber Strait Jacket and pulled the bottom of it down over my bum cheeks encasing me in heavy Rubber. I made a couple of attempts to feel for some slack or movement, but nothing gave and I could see there was no way I was going to wriggle out of this Rubber Bondage.

“Lower your arms and fold them across the front of your body. This is the one concession I’m allowing you, because your Mistress always decides where your arms are positioned, and it is always where it will cause you the most suffering. So be very grateful for this small amount of relief in your punishment.”

As soon as I had my arms folded She grasped the sleeve ends and pulling them as tight as She could, secured them together behind my back. Now from the back She pushed the ends of a long strap between my upper arms and my body at each side and pulling the strap tight turned the ends over my arms, above my elbows and buckled it behind my back. This drew my elbows and arms into the sides of my body and stretched the sleeves over my hands and pressed them tight against my body. It prevented me from curling my fingers back inside the sleeve. The straps were not pulled viciously tight, but they were tight enough to prevent any arm movement inside the Rubber Sleeves.

She tapped my leg and said, “Lift it up and slide it right down into the Rubber Wader.”

I balanced precariously on one leg and slid my foot and leg down inside the thigh length Rubber Boot. “Now the other leg.” and the operation was repeated.

Attached to the top of each Rubber Wader were three long straps with a buckle fitted to the edge of the Rubber Wader. One strap went up over each hip another went up at the back and the third strap went up each side of my exposed cock and balls. The two straps at the front Mistress pushed up behind my folded arms and then brought the ends of the straps back down and fastened them to the buckles. The side and back straps She pushed behind the strap around my upper arms and then brought the ends of the straps back down and fastened them to the buckles. Mistress went round each strap in turn making them tighter and tighter. The Rubber Waders were stretched up over my legs and the top edge was forced up into my crotch.

I was by now beginning to wonder what all this dressing in Rubber and this tight Bondage was leading to. If I was going to be punished this evening for breaking the Rubber Clothing rule then I could see it was either going to be a very short, sharp punishment or there was more severe Rubber Bondage to come. If so then it was going to be a late finish. But of course She hadn’t said what form the punishment was to take and I was assuming it would be some form of C.P. But as I was now so well enclosed in tight Rubber, and my bum cheeks were now protected by a layer of heavy Rubber I began to think that She intended to do something else to punish me - but what? From beneath the Table She pulled out a stool and placed it behind me.

“Sit down on the stool and sit up straight.”

That was easier said than done. With the Rubber Waders stretched out so tight over my legs I couldn’t bend my knees and I managed to perch on the edge of the stool with my legs splayed out in front of me. Mistress stood behind me and leaned over my shoulder and fitted a Black Rubber Gas Mask over my face. But instead of a strap harness to hold it on it had a Rubber head cover, which closed with a zip down the back. She pulled the edges together and closed the zip down to the back of my neck. I was surprised to find it wasn’t difficult to breathe inside the Rubber Gas Mask, I could hear the exhaust valve making a faint click every time I exhaled.

“There that’s a much better method of keeping a Rubber Gas Mask on. There are no straps to rub at during the night and get it off.”

Chapter 2.

In which the prisoner discovers the difference between fantasy and reality.

It must have been a slip of Her tongue. Surely She didn’t mean I was to spend the night like this and yet I couldn’t see any other reason for all this Rubber and Bondage. But, there was more to come, Mistress hadn’t finished yet. She slipped a wide Leather Collar around my neck and fastened it with three attached straps and buckles, and She fitted padlocks to all three straps. I was now unable to bend my head forwards and then She was doing something at the back and I heard the click of another padlock.

“Should you manage to get your hands free I’ve not only padlocked your Collar but I have padlocked the zip runner on the Rubber Hood that is attached to the Gas Mask to your Collar. Now then stand up and sit on the edge of the bed, just here.”

She pointed to a spot on the bed and with a lot of struggling I managed to stand up and then position myself so I could sit on the edge of the bed. She gave me a hard push on my chest and as I fell backwards onto the bed She lifted up my feet and swung them onto the bed. She pushed and shoved at my Rubber Bound inert body until She seemed satisfied with the position I was in on the bed. She picked up a length of heavy chain and passed it under my ankles, She drew the chain around each ankle and fitted a padlock through the links of the chain and formed a pair of ankle manacles with a short length of chain between them. The ends of the chain She pulled tight and padlocked to rings at the bottom corners of the bed. My ankles were now pulled apart as far as the short length of chain between them allowed, and it was also impossible to bring them together. Next She padlocked two short lengths of chain to rings at each side of my Collar and then pulling two of the chains out tight padlocked the other end of the chains to rings fastened to the headboard. The other two chains were padlocked to rings on the sides of the bed level with my neck. Yes, She was going to leave me like this all night, how on earth was I going to cope trussed up like this. Even though I could still rock my shoulders and my hips from side to side I had a sinking feeling that She hadn’t finished making me secure. What if I needed to have a pee during the night! But She was reading my mind.

“There I can’t see you’re going to go very far tonight 8-18. Now I’ll just fit you up in case you need to relieve yourself.”

She caught hold of my erect cock and balls and slipped a heavy padlock around the root and snapped it shut. Attached to the hasp was a leather strap with a ring fitted to the end of it and fitted along the strap were four smaller straps and buckles. She wrapped a piece of sticky back foam around the base of my cock then rolled a thick Rubber sheath down over my cock so that the end was held and sealed by the strip of foam. There was a small tube fitted to the end of the sheath and She connected a long length of Rubber tubing to this tube and let it lie between my legs and it went over the end of the bed and She connected it to a large plastic bottle. She placed the leather strap along the length of my cock and tightly buckled the four straps around my cock. Then She tied a length of cord to the ring on the end of the long strap and the other end She tied to the piece of chain between my ankles. My cock was now pulled down between my legs and stretched out in the strap harness. It was not painful but I was constantly aware of the restriction and any movement I made with my legs or feet - not that I could move them very much - made the cord pull at my cock. She picked up a long length of Black corrugated Rubber hose and pushed it up between my legs until the end was lying near the tops of my thighs.

The other end of the Rubber hose She left hanging down over the end of the bed. She grasped the end of the bed and dragged it away from the wall. From the bottom of the bed She unfolded over my body a double thickness red Rubber Hospital sheet. She pushed down on my feet encased in the Rubber Waders so they were turned outwards and lying flat on the bed, then She pulled the Rubber Sheet across them so I couldn’t move them back up straight again. As She unfolded the Rubber Sheet She fitted eyelets along the sides of the Rubber Sheet to hooks fitted along the sides of the bed. This made any form of movement even more difficult than it already was. When She reached my head with the Rubber Sheet She stopped and stood looking at me very intently.

“I shan’t tell you what your punishment would have been if you had decided to wait until the morning for a visit to My Dungeon. Suffice to say it would have been quite painful. However you decided to have your punishment tonight and this is it. A night of Rubber Bondage. Because you managed to avoid a painful punishment doesn’t mean the alternative punishment will let you have an easy time. Far from it. I think, no! I know that by the time I release you, you will have suffered enough to equal a visit to my whipping bench.”

She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hands over the tightly stretched Rubber Sheet.

“This sort of Rubber Bondage is wonderful to read about in fantasy stories and to dream about, but the reality is something very different as you will now soon discover. Your body cannot remain in one position for long periods of time, it needs to move about and we all do this in our sleep. Obviously you won’t be able to do this although I have left your legs and body unfettered. Well apart from the Rubber Strait Jacket, which really is to make sure you don’t release yourself from your punishment. The desire to move and ease the mounting tension of being Bondaged and encased in Rubber will be all consuming. It will be the only thought in your head, you will have an itch somewhere and you won’t be able to scratch it, you will I know need to have a wee sometime and that will present another problem for you. The padlock and the leather straps around your cock and balls ensures you are kept aroused and will maintain some sort of an erection, but of course it is almost impossible for a man to pee with an erection and if you have not used a drain sheath before then you will find that is also very difficult to adjust to.”

All the time She was talking to me She was constantly rubbing Her hands over the Rubber Sheet and massaging at my erect cock through the tight Rubber Sheet.

“I think, no again, I know you are about to discover the reality of My overnight Rubber Bondage punishment. In a moment I shall fit the Rubber Sheet over your head and secure it to the bed head with padlocks. I should hate to come back tomorrow and find somebody had released you from this wonderful punishment. Then I shall attach a hose to the inlet on the Rubber Gas Mask, the end of the hose is already in place between your legs under the Rubber Sheet to ensure you breathe in only that wonderfully aromatic fragrant smell of warm, sweaty Rubber. Then as your body temperature rises so will the strength of the Rubber essence. Oh yes, the lens on the Gas Mask will be blacked out, you don’t need to see anything, and it will ensure you are not distracted from enjoying your suffering.”

Already I could feel my body needed to move and I could feel the desire building up to move my feet and turn over to a fresh position. But the tightly stretched Rubber Sheet and the padlocked chains were making sure I couldn’t. The tightly stretched Rubber Sheet had now removed even the small amount of movement I had thought I had, and Her constant rubbing of my erect cock was making me frustrated beyond belief.

“One last little comment, do not disturb Me during your punishment by asking to be released or some other silly request. If you do your punishment will continue until I feel you have been punished properly; and that could be for a very long time. It is now very nearly 9-30 p.m. I go to bed quite late, therefore I get up quite late, and I have always lots of important things to do in the mornings. Such as going into Town with my post, photographs to collect and shopping to do, so Rubber Bondage prisoners’ being punished takes second place in My daily routine. But don’t worry when I see your car parked on the lawn I’ll remember I have you in here suffering for breaking My rules and it will serve to remind Me to think about releasing you sometime, but it won’t be soon enough for you.”

Mistress stood up and pulled the Rubber Sheet over my head and I faintly heard the click of padlocks being fitted to the Rubber Sheet. There was an elasticated opening in the Rubber Sheet, which fitted around the face piece of the Rubber Gas Mask and made sure I couldn’t lift my head off the Rubber Pillow or move it from side to side. What was more frightening was the silence or lack of outside noises now the Rubber Sheet was fixed to the bed head. She screwed a Black Rubber hose to the inlet on the Rubber Gas Mask and the sound of my breathing inside the Rubber Gas Mask increased as it became harder to draw my air supply through the long Rubber hose. The smell of the Rubber was almost overpowering and I revelled in this new addition to my punishment. She pushed the bed back against the wall and then She was stood looking at me again and saying something. Well I could see Her lips moving but I couldn’t hear anything. She leaned over and pulled the elasticated opening in the Rubber Sheet away from the Rubber Gas Mask and put Her mouth by the opening. Now I could hear Her voice.

“I forgot my Rubber Bondage prisoner can’t hear me unless I speak closely by his head. It all helps to make you concentrate on your punishment, and I expect it is already causing you some discomfort. Don’t worry it will get much more intense and agonizing as time goes by and the time will be Oh so slow going by. Goodnight Rubber Bondage prisoner 8-18; I’ll see you whenever it takes my fancy to release you.”

She let the elasticated opening in the Rubber Sheet close around the Rubber Gas Mask again cutting off my hearing, then She put Her hand on the Rubber Gas Mask and the lens suddenly blacked out and I was in total darkness. I panicked at this new sensation and tried to struggle but only succeeded in pulling at the cock harness and the stab of pain brought me back to my senses.

I had arrived at this place in the depth of the countryside, and met what I now realised was a dedicated Rubber Mistress. I had until then only written to Her and spoken to Her on the telephone. Now some two hours later I was a plaything, totally under Her control. I couldn’t understand how I had allowed Her to do this to me. But of course I did know, but my male ego wouldn’t let me admit to myself that my Rubber Mistress had well and truly fooled me.

I had been given the option to chose the punishment with the implied suggestion that one was worse than the other. I had of course chosen the one She wanted me to choose and I realised only too well that I was now totally under the control of not only a very serious Rubber Mistress but also a very clever and astute Rubber Mistress. I told myself that She did not intend to do me any permanent harm. She had said during one of our telephone chats that I would be taken to my declared limits and then a bit further, because none of us knew what our limits were until we reached them. We had to be taken there; not imagine what our limits were. We had to be taken beyond that limit because that was the only way we would discover at what point it all ceased to be enjoyable and giving pleasure. I wondered if Mistress was taking me to my limit, and I wondered just what I would have to experience to reach my limit. I had to admit to myself that I was not yet ready to ask to be released. I was in a sort of masochistic way enjoying this severe Rubber Bondage so I concluded my limit was still some way off. I was not in any pain - well only if I tried to move - and the punishment was to prevent me moving and to keep me encased totally in Rubber.

Mistress had once said on the phone that there were many types of punishment. Some were achieved with pain, some were achieved with sexual teasing and torment, some involved humiliation and that could take many forms and then there was implied punishment, being told what was going to happen and then being made to endure it when it happened. I had to accept that I was being punished by the latter method. I had been told what was going to happen, I had been told how I would have to suffer. Certainly I had no option - secured as I was in extreme Rubber Bondage - but to accept what was going to happen. I firmly believed She would leave me to suffer for as long as She wanted, if only to impress upon me the need for punishment. But deep down I was hoping that She would relent as other Mistresses I had visited always did and release me before my limit was reached. But I knew I had to be prepared to endure the full punishment which I was quite sure was Her intention.

I lay unmoving, Rubber encased, strapped, chained and totally enclosed in my Rubber Bondage. I tried to think of other things to take my mind off the increasing desire to ease the aches building up in my body. Nowhere in Her rules did it say what punishments would be awarded for breaking the various rules. This was however a very fitting punishment for not wearing Rubber clothing. To be so tightly enclosed in Rubber and secured into a Rubber bed and to be forced to breathe in the heady aroma of Rubber was a salutary reminder not to break that particular rule again. Or perhaps this sort of punishment would encourage a prisoner to break that rule from time to time so as to be put into this situation which in spite of the extreme discomfort was strangely very thrilling and gratifying. I was at last coming to terms with my dreadful situation and slowly I was relaxing and letting the punishment become a pleasure.

Chapter 3.

In which the Rubber Mistress improves on Her prisoners suffering.

Having thought through my situation I felt much calmer and the panic I had felt earlier had subsided. I had made all these arrangements to come to this place to be a Rubber Bondage prisoner and I had asked for it to be made as real as possible and this devious Rubber Mistress was doing that right from the word go. In spite of the extreme Rubber restriction I was in I must have dozed off or even slept although I still can’t imagine how I managed to sleep. I was dreaming. I was riding a Motor cycle and there was something wrong with the engine. I could feel it vibrating between my legs as I was sat on the saddle.

Suddenly I was wide awake but the engine was still vibrating between my legs. The shutters on the Rubber Gas Mask lens were open and I could see my Rubber Mistress in Her SBR Dress and Black Rubber Riding Boots bending over me pressing a large vibrator against the tightly stretched Rubber Sheet over my cock and balls. I could feel my cock had become fully erect to this arousal and I tensed myself for the rising orgasm. I felt quite euphoric as I felt that Mistress had after all only been tormenting me with Her comments about how long She was going to leave me to suffer. She was going to give me some pleasure and then I would be released and I would be able to have a proper nights rest. But the vibrator stopped its’ persistent arousal and I was left hanging on the brink of an orgasm and unable to do anything to complete what the vibrator had started. Mistress sensed I was wide awake for She turned and looked at my Rubber Gas Masked face and gave me what I could only describe as a wicked smile. She turned away and forced the vibrator into a tight pocket stitched into the Rubber Sheet. I could feel the weight of the vibrator pressing against my erect cock through the Rubber Sheet but the vibrator remained silent. Mistress leaned across the bed and I could see some sort of electrical panel hanging on a chain in front of the wall mirror. The cable from the vibrator was plugged into this electric panel and She spent sometime adjusting a pair of time clocks mounted on the panel. She adjusted some switches on the panel then moved away from it and stood looking down at me with again that wicked smile on Her face. She crouched down beside me and pulled the elasticated Rubber Sheet away from the edge of the Rubber Gas Mask.

“I was just about to go to bed,” She said, “When I remembered My Rubber Bondage prisoner was in his Rubber Bed all encased in Rubber and so securely Bondaged and no doubt suffering untold misery. So I thought I ought to add to his misery to make sure he fully understands how real his punishment is.” Her voice now had a mocking tone to it,

“So I’ve set up this little gadget to dispel from your mind any lingering thoughts you might still have that the Rubber Bondage Centre is all fantasy. I’m sure you remember you wrote to your Rubber Mistress asking to be teased and tormented. She had to arouse you and bring you to the brink of an orgasm and then stop. She had to do this quite a few times until eventually She would let you come. Well I don’t intend to sit here all night doing that, so I had this gadget constructed to do it for me. The only snag is it doesn’t know when to stop and it definitely won’t let you come. Your Rubber Mistress has decided when it will switch off and you have no idea when that will be. I expect you have been thinking that like in your fantasies your Rubber Mistress was only pretending to be cruel. You were hoping that She would soon be back to release you and forgive you for breaking Her rules. Oh dear me no my Rubber Bondage prisoner number 8-18, it has been your misfortune to visit a real Rubber Bondage prison and to meet up with a very real Rubber Mistress and everything I do for and to my victims is also for real.”

And didn’t I now know just how real She was making everything.

“You wrote to Me, and talked to Me about your fantasies, and I have been to a lot of trouble making sure you have your fantasies become very real; so there is no way I’m going to give you short measure. If you want to groan or scream or shout out or beg for mercy then feel free to do so, but be careful not to ask to be released. I shan’t wish you a ‘good night’ this time Rubber Bondage prisoner because I know from other prisoners comments you won’t be having one, also you’re going to be here much longer than the night, so I’ll leave you to suffer this dreadful punishment on your own. Yes, that is just what it is - dreadful.”

She let the Rubber Sheet close around the Rubber Gas Mask again and blanked out the eye lens and I returned once more to my world of silence, darkness and suffering in Her Rubber Bondage punishment, and now I was to be made to suffer even more. I was feeling worried because I knew only too well what the vibrator was going to do; but more worrying was how often was it going to do it. Mistress had obviously set the time clock to turn on and off at certain time intervals but how often were those intervals? I would find out soon enough. I braced myself and waited expectantly for the extra torment to begin. But time passed and nothing happened. I relaxed in my Rubber confinement and hoped against hope that the device had broken down or that Mistress hadn’t set it properly. Again I must have dozed off, perhaps all the Rubber odours I was constantly breathing in were having a calming effect on me.

I dreamt again but this time it was more realistic, Mistress was holding a vibrator against my erect cock which was strapped into a leather harness and was straining against the straps. It was becoming painful and I was shouting for Her to stop, and She did. No, I wasn’t dreaming I was awake, but in the darkness and silence and immobility of my Rubber Bondage I couldn’t be sure. I could feel I had almost reached an orgasm and I was hanging on the edge. I realised it was my trying to move against my Bondage and the way my cock was secured that had caused the pain and I felt it was the pain that had woke me up. I could feel my erection subsiding and I wondered what was going to happen next. Suddenly the vibrator sprang to life and started its persistent arousal to my cock. I felt my erection rising inside the leather straps and slowly the urge rose and I braced myself for the orgasm. The vibrator stopped and I tried to rub my erection against the tight Rubber Sheet. But it was this movement that had caused the pain that made me shout out before and I had to stop moving to ease the pain caused by the Bondage my cock was secured into. I could sense the first feeling of frustration rising as I was left on the brink of satisfaction again.

My cock now devoid of attention from the vibrator slowly lost its erection and I was left wondering if the vibrator would turn on again. Oh yes it did, I counted fifteen times it brought me to the brink of orgasm and then left me unfulfilled. I managed to count during the on and off periods and I roughly guessed it was on for 25 seconds, enough to bring me to the brink. Then it would stay off for about 3 minutes, just long enough for the erection to subside, and then it would come back on just long enough to bring me to the brink again. I was being driven mad by this diabolical device. Any attempt to try and rub my erect cock against the vibrator resulted in my cock being subjected to severe pain from the harness being stretched by the cord attached to the ankle chain. How on earth had I managed to get myself into this terrible situation. I hoped that my cruel Rubber Mistress was not going to return and apply another torment; and yet I was hoping She would come back and release me from all this. I reckoned it had lasted for about an hour, and I was able to recover my senses and try and block out the terrible desire to move my body to ease the awful aching that was pervading every muscle and joint.

It seemed like an eternity before I was once more tormented beyond belief by this fiendish device.

I didn’t know if Mistress could hear my moans and groans, but I was determined to survive if only to avoid having this carry on for twice as long. I lost track of the number of times the vibrator performed its relentless cruelty to me. But I was slowly aware that I hadn’t been aroused for a long time. Had my heartless Rubber Mistress been in and switched it off, or had it just come to the end of its’ cycle. My whole body felt numb and I needed to have a pee. But I was not in a natural position to be able to pee, but nature took over and I felt myself letting go. I couldn’t feel any warm liquid running over my legs so I assumed the sheath thing was working properly. I felt ravenously hungry and I wondered just how long I had been kept in this Rubber Bondage. The eye lens were suddenly uncovered and Mistress was looking at me. She leaned over and released the Rubber Sheet from the bed head and pulled it away from my head and face.

“Time to be released prisoner so we can start your training programme. Your punishment has delayed the start of your training so I will have to make some adjustments to your rest periods to compensate for this. We’ll talk about it later when you are in My Dungeon.”

She removed the Rubber Sheet and released the cord from the cock harness and disconnected the drain tube. Then She unlocked the padlocks on the neck and ankle chains, and by rolling me onto my side removed the Hood and Collar padlocks and unstrapped the Collar. She unbuckled the straps holding the Rubber Waders up, also the strap around my arms and released the sleeve ends of the Rubber Strait Jacket. Slowly I could feel my body and limbs recovering from the long period in immobile Bondage. She caught hold of my feet and swung them off the bed and pulled me up into a sitting position. She reached behind me and unbuckled the straps across the back of the Rubber Strait Jacket and released the two crotch straps. Finally She unlocked the padlock around my cock and ball root.

“You can get yourself out of your restraints now on your own. When you have done your toiletries put on a Rubber Hood with open eyes and mouth which you will find on the bed, then this pair of Rubber Boots,” and She tapped with Her foot a pair of knee length Rubber Boots stood by the end of the spare bed. “Then put on this heavy Rubber lined SBR Mack.” and she pointed to a long SBR Mackintosh hanging over the spare bed, “ and a pair of Rubber Gloves. That is all the Rubber clothing you need, don’t let me find you wearing anything else. Then lock on the ankle and wrist manacle set, I have left them unlocked and make sure you close up the ratchets nice and tight, they weren’t tight enough last night when you put them on, and I’m sure you don’t want Me to lock them on you or you’ll really know what tight means! Then you can have something to eat and drink. Yes, I know it will be difficult, but I always make things difficult for My Rubber Bondage prisoners. They are never allowed to have it easy. Then I’ll be in to get you ready to start your training programme.”

She swished out of the room and locked the door behind Her. The feeling of being a prisoner was increasing with everything She did and every word She said. I struggled inside the Rubber Strait Jacket and it slid off my shoulders and I was able to get my arms and hands out of the sleeves. I unstrapped the harness around my cock and removed the sheath from my cock. I was now able, bit by bit, to remove the Rubber Gas Mask, the Rubber Waders and then the Rubber clothes. I found my holdall and took my toilet things and a towel into the shower room. After a relaxing shower and a shave, I felt refreshed and somewhat recovered from my night’s ordeal. I looked in my holdall and found my travel alarm and I was amazed to see that it was nearly 10-00 a.m. I had been made to endure that dreadful punishment for about 12 hours. I wondered what else my Rubber Mistress had planned for me.

I found the Rubber Hood and put it on and was relieved to find it had a wide mouth opening, which would allow me to eat and drink something. I put on the Rubber Boots and these were lined with Rubber, something I had not seen before. Then I found the Rubber Gloves and put those on followed by the heavy SBR Mackintosh. The Rubber lining struck cold against my nude body and my cock immediately began to erect. I buttoned up the Mackintosh and then picked up the set of manacles.

I secured them around my ankles and then realised that once my wrists were secured it would be virtually impossible to prepare any food. The chain linking the ankles to the wrists prevented me from lifting my hands above my waist. I wouldn’t be able to reach the kettle let alone fill it, or reach the cooker knobs to switch it on. I decided to put the wrist manacles in the Mackintosh pocket and put them on after I had had something to eat and drink.

I put the kettle on and put some bread under the grill to toast. I heard the door being unlocked and Mistress rustled in. She looked around the kitchenette and then looked at me, standing by the Cooker. She came and stood in front of me. “On your knees prisoner.” and I dropped to the floor in front of Her. She switched off the Kettle and the Cooker.

“I imagined that last nights punishment would have shown you just how real your Rubber Bondage prisoner status is here at Fantasy Acre, but obviously not. You have seen fit to break another of My rules, this time by disobeying an instruction from your Mistress. You seem to be making a habit of it. It would appear to me you are either very stupid or you obviously enjoy being punished, and you can rest assured I really do enjoy Punishing you. I have many punishments I enjoy administering to disobedient Rubber Bondage prisoners, and you have been very disobedient. ”

Chapter 4.

In which the prisoner learns the meaning of true obedience.

“I don’t know whether to be angry or pleased with you 8-18. I am angry because you have disobeyed a direct order from Me your Rubber Mistress, but at the same time I am pleased you want to be punished; and punished you will be. I was fully aware that you would be unable to prepare any food for yourself once you had fastened the manacles on your wrists, because part of your training involved force feeding and I wanted to be sure that you were very hungry and thirsty. However your training will now be postponed until you have received some more punishment. We shall shortly take what will be for you a fairly short walk to my Dungeon where you will become acquainted with Pandora’s dilemma device the outcome of which will be very painful. I think we can spend the rest of the day gainfully employed in My Dungeon. Yes I think that in addition to your punishment we can make a start on your training programme and combine the two. By the time I have finished you will be more than ready for bed, assuming I allow you to sleep in a bed tonight.”

“But Mistress you said I could have something to eat and drink, and I thought you had got your instructions back to front. I can only say I’m very sorry and it won’t happen again.”

“After today I feel quite sure it won’t happen again. I have already told you that the Rubber Bondage Centre is for real, I am for real, and you are a real Rubber Bondage prisoner. The fantasy ended the moment you drove through the gate. The sooner you come to terms with your position as a real Rubber Bondage prisoner the sooner we can have a sensible relationship. I give you orders and you will obey them without question or disobedience. Failing to obey Me your Rubber Mistress results in punishment. Anyway we are wasting valuable punishment time chatting here. Stand up and remove the SBR Mackintosh and the Rubber Boots.”

I stood up and She bent down and unlocked the ankle manacles and I was able to remove the SBR Mackintosh and Boots. She picked up the heavy brass padlock I had worn during the night and quickly secured it around the base of my cock and balls. She strapped the leather harness tightly around my cock which was rapidly becoming erect, then looped a cord around the back of my neck and tied the ends of the cord to the ring on the end of the harness. This pulled my cock upwards and made it lie against my stomach. There were two lengths of heavy chain hanging down from the body of the padlock and I could feel the cold chain brushing against my bare legs, but She did nothing with them so I thought they were just there for another purpose under different conditions.

“Put the Rubber Waders back on and the waist belt and secure the Waders to the belt, and make sure the chains from the padlock are outside the Waders.”

I put the Waders and the waist belt back on and fastened them to the rings on the belt, and checked the chains were positioned as She had ordered.

“Arms up and out in front of you.” She snapped.

I held my arms out and She forced over my Rubber Gloved hands a pair of stiff, tight fitting heavy leather Bondage Mittens and tightly buckled the wrist straps. I was unable to bend my fingers and could only barely flex my wrist. I felt completely helpless and impotent again, just as I had when She had enclosed me in the Rubber Strait Jacket. Now She fitted the Rubber lined SBR Mackintosh on me back to front. She did up the buttons and pulled the Collar up around my neck and buttoned the storm flap. The wide stiff Leather Collar was now fitted on and the three straps buckled tightly at the back of my neck. She refastened the wrist manacles over the Bondage Mittens and closed the ratchets up viciously tight. Then She bent down and did the same to the ankle manacles. The cool Rubber lining of the SBR Mackintosh was rubbing against my restrained cock and the resultant erection was becoming very painful.

“Now kneel down prisoner facing the bed and hold your head back.”

I managed to kneel down, finding it very difficult with the chain linking my wrists and ankles without falling over. Mistress fitted over my head and face a Leather harness. It was in fact a mass of leather straps, which She carefully positioned and then tightened over my head, face, under my chin and around my neck above the Collar. She clipped a padded blindfold to press studs fitted to the leather strapping cutting off my vision completely.

“Open your mouth prisoner, wider than that.” She snapped. “This gag makes sure you don’t disturb Me with your shouting and screaming. I prefer my prisoners to be silent when I’m working. It helps me to concentrate and do the job properly.”

She forced into my mouth an enormous Rubber Gag. It filled my mouth and held my tongue down to the bottom of my mouth and I could only make low mumbling noises when I tried to speak. It was attached to a thick, wide, Rubber lined brank that was fastened to the leather strapping with heavy press-studs’. She clipped a long, heavy chain dog lead to the front of the Collar and She slipped the leather loop around Her wrist and gave the lead a sharp tug.

“On your feet prisoner and follow me. It’s not far to my nice Dungeon, but done up as you are it will seem like miles and you will want to get there as soon as you can, but once you are there then you will wish you had never arrived. We can while away the rest of the morning, the afternoon, the evening and most of the night as you are taught a long and painful lesson in obedience.”

I stumbled after my Rubber Mistress trying to avoid bumping into doorways and trying to feel with my feet for obstructions. The ankle and wrist chains hampered my ability to walk properly and I had to take very quick steps to keep up with Her as She pulled and tugged at the lead. This all made the harness strapped tightly around my cock pull on the cord around my neck and send stabs of pain shooting into my cock and balls. I could see nothing but I turned once to the left and felt my shoulder rubbing along a wall, which felt like a narrow passageway, then a turn to the right and a small step that I nearly tripped over and then another turn to the left and Mistress stopped pulling on the lead. I was breathless from the effort of keeping up with Her and the Gag filling my mouth made it hard to draw deep breaths. I sensed I was in a large room with a high ceiling from the echoing sounds as She dragged things across the floor. She unclipped the lead and released the wrist and ankle manacles. Then She pushed me forward three or four steps.

“Kneel down, not on the floor, on the padded boards, then move forward until you feel more padding in front of your knees.”

I did as She said and I felt wide, thick straps being buckled tightly around my ankles, behind my knees and opening the rear vent in the SBR Mackintosh around my thighs. This made me lean forward and I put my hands out in front of me to prevent myself falling over and felt another padded area in front of me.

“Lie down and reach forward as far as you can and push your arms and hands out in front of you.”

Something was attached to the ends of the Bondage Mittens and my arms were stretched forwards. I felt more straps being buckled around my wrists and around my upper arms. A strap went across my shoulders, and another across my waist, and they were buckled extremely tight forcing my body down into the padding. I was strapped down to a very ingeniously designed piece of equipment which I guessed was a Whipping Bench, unable to move or flex my limbs or body and I could visualise that my bum cheeks were raised up in the air making them a perfectly placed target for what was to come.

I felt Mistress pulling at the chains attached to the padlock around the base of my cock and balls and I felt they were being fastened somewhere below my body. Now I could sense She was doing something to the padded arms my legs were strapped to, and then suddenly my legs were moved sideways, spreading them wide apart, and I could feel the hasp of the padlock stretching the base of my cock and at the same time pulling on the cord around my neck. She really was making sure I was not going to move a fraction of an inch.

“There we are prisoner, I shall leave you for a while nicely secured and prepared on My custom built Whipping Bench. I shall go and have a cup of Coffee, and when I come back I shall explain about Pandora’s Dilemma Device and what I intend to do to you. Of course I shan’t tell you everything that would spoil the anticipation, and the start of your punishment begins with a period of anticipation and waiting.”

“I’m sure you are well aware of the reality of your situation, and you can rest assured this is all very real, there is no place for fantasy in My Dungeon. My Whipping Bench is used only for two purposes. There are those Rubber Bondage prisoners who enjoy being strapped to it and are then given a thorough and severe beating within their agreed limits and this gives them extreme pleasure. Then there are those Rubber Bondage prisoners who find themselves strapped to it for a Punishment beating to which there are no limits other than my endurance and this gives Me extreme pleasure.”

“You are of course in the second category and I have no idea whether you will get any pleasure from it. Somehow, based on your letters to Me I don’t think you will. While I’m gone you can think about how hard you must try to be obedient to your Rubber Mistress, and how you can become the perfect real Rubber Bondage prisoner.”

I felt Mistress step in-between my wide spread legs, I felt Her cool rustling SBR Dress brush against my bare legs. Then She leaned forward and pressed herself against me. Her cool SBR Dress sent fresh waves of arousal coursing through my cock and again I felt it straining against the tight leather harness it was imprisoned in. I moaned through the gag in my mouth, but I didn’t dare try to make any movement for fear of doing myself some harm.

“Does that do things to My disobedient Rubber Bondage prisoner. Well there will be more torment and torture before your punishment is over.”

“Now I shall go off and have My coffee and when I come back we can make a start on your punishment.”

She gave my bum cheeks several hard stinging slaps with Her hand, and I heard her swish out of the Dungeon and the door was locked and bolted. What was this Pandora’s device She kept on about? What did it do and why did She have to explain it to me?

I didn’t want to know what She was going to do to me, but I could guess even though I had said to Her and written that I had no interest in C.P. No doubt She would have agreed to my request, as it would have been an agreed limit. But I knew only too well this was different. I was going to be punished and the rules said quite clearly that punishments were entirely at Her discretion. I could see that because I didn’t want C.P. then it was the perfect form of punishment to use on me. I could see that it was no good giving someone who enjoyed C.P. a severe beating it would only make them more rebellious to get even more of what they liked. In my case it was not making the punishment fit the crime it was a case of the punishment having the most effect.

I still couldn’t understand how I had been so easily led to make this visit to Her. She was like no other Mistress I had ever met. Most of them were always very indifferent and made you feel they were doing you a favour by letting you visit them. But this Rubber Mistress was so different, She was always pleased to talk on the phone and She was pleased when I asked if I could visit Her. But I had never realised just how real She would make my visit and this was very real. Dressed in Rubber, sightless and dumb, strapped down securely to a most ingenious Whipping Bench, unable to move a fraction for fear of doing myself an injury to my manhood, which was tightly strapped up to ensure I didn’t get any pleasure. Oh yes, it was so very real and always I had no idea how long the reality would go on for.

My thoughts were broken by the sound of the bolts being released and the door was unlocked and Mistress came into the dungeon. I could hear something being dragged along the floor and positioned in front of my sightless face. Now She came and stood between my legs. She unbuttoned the SBR Mackintosh and I realised why it had been put on back to front. She turned back the edges of the SBR Mackintosh exposing my now bare bum cheeks without having to release any of the very secure Bondage. I could feel cold Rubber brushing against my bare bum but it didn’t feel the same as Her SBR Dress. She leaned over me making the cold Rubber press against my bum. This aroused my tightly imprisoned cock again, and She pulled off the Blindfold. As I adjusted my eyes to the dim light I could see in front of me a small low table and stood on it was a small black plastic box.

“Meet Pandora’s Dilemma Device,” She said with obvious delight in her voice.

“It is an electronic dice machine with two dice. When I press the button on the box it rolls the dice and when I let go of the button each dice shows a number of lit up dots, which is the count. I shall add them together which means each throw of the dice can be anything between 2 and 12. I shall press the button again and then multiply the two numbers together and that determines how many strokes you get. I expect even in your present state of fear and trembling your mathematics will stretch to work out the possibilities. The count can range between 4 and 144. Did I forget to mention that I have selected 10 implements to use on your well-raised bare bum cheeks? So the minimum you can receive is 40 strokes and the maximum is 1440 strokes. So we will both be praying won’t we prisoner. Me that it doesn’t throw double 1 and you that it doesn’t throw double 12.”

“I’m sure you grasp the meaning of the title of this device. The twist in the tiger’s tail is that I will always win. A high number of strokes will mean I apply them very hard and a low number of strokes will mean I apply them twice as hard. Also I don’t tell you what all the ten implements are, nor how many times I intend to use them. It really is a Dilemma for you isn’t it? I know you have no love of C.P. and that is why I am using it for your punishment. It will I’m sure have the most effect on you to ensure you will obey Me. So lets give Pandora a double roll and we can get started on the first part of your punishment.”

“Ah! I also forgot to mention that there is a lot more to this punishment than just the C.P. Well never mind you’ll find out as the time drags slowly by for you.”

She walked round into my limited area of vision. She had changed Her SBR Dress for a loose fitting, floor length Dress made from Red Rubber Hospital Sheeting. It swished and crackled very loudly with every movement. As She leaned forward to press the button on the front of the electronic dice She looked at me and said. “Do you like the sound my Whipping Dress makes. I had it custom made from this lovely Rubber Hospital Sheeting. It makes such a lovely sound when I move, and you will hear it every time I raise my arm.”

She turned away and pressed the button in the centre of the electronic dice. All the little coloured lights lit up and then when She released the button some went out and some stayed lit.

“H’mm, not too bad prisoner, a 3 and a 4, which makes seven for your first number.”

She pressed the button again and this time She waited for quite some time before releasing it.

“Huh! That’s no better a 2 and a 5, which is another 7. Well it will have to do. So 7 times 7 is 49 and then times 10 is 490. I shall round it up to 500 so you can have 100 each day. I don’t want to waste the rest of today giving you all 500 strokes. After this first session I’ll make it your early morning awakening call for the rest of your visit here, although your visit might have to be extended if we don’t make any progress with your training. As part of your punishment I might decide to leave you on the Whipping Bench tonight so you will be ready for me first thing in the morning. It will all depend on how well you behave yourself for the rest of today.”

Chapter 5.

In which the prisoner discovers what punishment is all about

Mistress fitted the blindfold back over my eyes and I heard Her Dress rustle and crackle as She moved behind me. There was a rustle of Rubber followed by a sharp ‘thwack’ as the first stroke landed across both bum cheeks. It was not painful but it was more of a stinging sensation. I lurched against the tight Leather straps and felt the chains tighten below my cock and send a sharp pain shooting along my erection. I tried to brace myself for the next stroke, but again I strained against the straps and my cock received another sharp jolt of pain. I counted the first ten stinging strokes, there was a pause as Mistress rubbed her hands over my warm bum cheeks. The next ten strokes hurt, they were much more of a searing pain. But not knowing what implements she was using I could only guess at what it was. I managed to mentally keep track to about 35 strokes and then things became a constantly increasing level of pain as each round of ‘rustle’ and ‘whack’ continued with short breaks between each implement. Mistress laid on the prescribed 100 strokes, and then I felt Her standing between my legs and rubbing my burning bum cheeks with Her Rubber Dress, which only served to make my cock erect and send more pain shooting along it.

“There that wasn’t too bad prisoner was it? Now I shall rub some cream over your bum cheeks and while that is taking effect I shall go off and have another cup of coffee.”

I felt Her rubbing something cold over my burning bum cheeks, between my thighs and over my balls. I felt quite relieved at this turn of events and I felt that perhaps She wasn’t such a cruel Mistress after all. I heard Her rustle out of the Dungeon and lock the door.

I slowly became aware the cooling effect of the cream was wearing off and a warm sensation was replacing it. Very soon my bum, thighs and balls were on fire as I realised She had rubbed something other than a cooling cream into them. What had been a fire on my bum cheeks had now become a raging inferno as well as the insides of my thighs and my balls. I was well aware these last two places were extremely sensitive and I was sure Mistress was also fully aware of the pain it would create. I now had to think again about how cruel She was, and I vowed I would do everything I was told and do it exactly as She said. I didn’t want to go through all this again. I hoped She would relent about the idea of leaving me strapped to this Whipping Bench for the night. I had visions it would be far worse than the night I had just endured in Her Rubber Bondage Punishment. Although I was only too well aware of the promised 100 strokes each morning for the rest of my stay with Her. I had no idea of the passage of time but I was by now feeling extremely hungry and thirsty having had nothing to eat or drink since yesterday. I hoped I would be released when She returned and be allowed to have some food and drink.

After what seemed an eternity I heard the door being unlocked and Mistress swished back into the dungeon. I felt Her rubbing with a damp cloth at my burning bum cheeks and guessed She was cleaning off the cream that had set my bum cheeks alight. After She had rubbed my cheeks dry I felt Her releasing the straps around my ankles and legs and then over my body and finally my hands. She unclipped the blindfold and I was able to see She had changed back into Her SBR Dress again, but She was wearing a Rubber hospital sheet Apron over it. She released the collar, unbuttoned the SBR Mackintosh I was wearing and released the chains that were attached to the cock and ball padlock and I wondered what was to happen next.

“Stand up prisoner.” and She removed the SBR Mackintosh and after untying the cord around my neck and removing it from the harness strapped around my cock She fitted the SBR Mackintosh back on me, but this time it was the right way round. She buttoned it up down the front, raised the high, stiff SBR collar, and strapped the wide leather collar back around my neck. She gathered the hem of the SBR Mackintosh around each leg on top of the Rubber Waders and wound a leather strap several times around each leg and buckled the straps tight. She pointed to a padded bench “Sit on the edge of it, then swivel round and lie down on it.”

As I shuffled across to the bench I was able to see there was a large number of wide, thick leather straps hanging down along the edge of it. As soon as I was lying down She flung about six of the straps across my body and legs and slipped them underneath my arms and then threaded them through the buckles fitted along the other side of the bench and fastened them tight. My bum cheeks felt tender from the beating She had given me but I was relieved to find they were not too painful to lie on.

“Now then prisoner we shall make a start with your training. I’m quite sure you are hungry and thirsty so I shall rectify that with some force feeding. While that is being done I shall continue your punishment, that way we should be able to get your programme back on schedule.”

She carefully bound each foot and ankle with a length of rope and pulling my legs apart She tied each ankle to rings fitted to the sides of the bench. She then took each mitten encased hand, threaded a rope through the ring on the tip of each mitten and pulled my arms back alongside my head and over the ends of the bench and tied them to more rings fitted at the top of the bench. Now She buckled the rest of the straps across my shoulders, chest, waist, thighs and legs, but She left the area around my cock and balls clear of the straps. A final strap was fitted across my forehead making it impossible to move my head. She unclipped the brank and removed the gag filling my mouth, but immediately replaced it with another brank which had a Rubber Ball fitted to the inside with a hole through it. A length of Rubber tubing was connected to the hole and I was well aware what it was for. The Rubber Ball made sure I couldn’t push it out of my mouth with my tongue, so whatever was going to be poured down the tube would have to be swallowed. She lowered two hooks down from the ceiling and a bulging Rubber hot water bottle was hung on each hook and then hauled back up to the ceiling. Each bag had a Rubber Tube fitted into the stopper and a valve was fitted on the end of each tube. The Rubber Tube connected to the Rubber Ball in my mouth had a ‘Y’ connector on the end of it and the valves from the Rubber Bags were connected to the ‘Y’ connector.

Now I felt Mistress releasing a button on the front of the SBR Mackintosh just above my cock and balls. She slipped a Rubber Gloved hand in through the opening and pulled my cock and balls outside the SBR Mackintosh. Then Her hand was back inside the Mackintosh again and the padlock and the two lengths of chain were also pulled outside. Mistress re-buttoned the SBR Mackintosh and with all this handling of my cock I could feel I had a very firm erection which was quickly becoming painful as my cock swelled inside the leather straps fitted around it.

Mistress reached up above the bench and pulled down from the ceiling a cord with a clip on the end and clipped it to the ring on the end of the cock harness. She moved to the end of the bench by my feet and reaching up again pulled two cords down from the ceiling, threaded them through two pulleys fitted to the end of the bench and then clipped each cord to the two chains attached to the cock and ball padlock. She now wheeled a trolley across the room and picked up from the trolley what looked like lengths of copper tube with hooks fitted to them. Once again She reached up above the bench and hooked these tubes over some cords hanging down. As soon as She released the tubes I realised only too well what they were. They were tubes filled with lead and as they pulled down on the cords so my cock was stretched upwards, and at the same time the padlock was drawn out towards my feet. It was not really painful but I was well aware of the tension on my cock and balls.

“There now prisoner that will help you to concentrate while you are being force fed.”

She reached across and slowly opened the valves on the two Rubber Bags hanging above me, and I felt a trickle of thick liquid slowly run into my mouth.

“The flow is quite slow prisoner, so provided you don’t allow your mouth to fill up, but you swallow the feed in small amounts you won’t choke. It will take about an hour and a half for the bags to empty, which will be time enough for me to have a late lunch. You will find after about an hour that you will need to urinate if you don’t already feel the need. With your nice erection that won’t be possible so you will have to suffer in silence. Also you will get quite bloated because this is to be your only meal today and I don’t want to starve you. You don’t need to know what you are being fed, suffice to say it is nutritious and wholesome.”

Mistress leaned over me and clipped the blindfold back in place, cutting off my vision.

“As I said prisoner, your punishment will continue during your force feeding, so whatever happens don’t forget to swallow will you?” and She gave my tightly strapped, erect cock several flicks with Her Rubber Gloved hand. Now I felt Her going round each of the wide straps holding me to the Bondage Bench and She slowly tightened each one, pressing me down into the padding on the Bench. Then I felt Her doing something to the cords attached to the cock and ball padlock and also the cord attached to the cock harness. Suddenly it felt as if my cock and balls were being pulled violently towards my feet, while at the same time I felt my cock was being pulled out from its root.

“Just a few more weights prisoner to keep you well aware of the true meaning of obedience to your Mistress. Don’t forget to swallow will you, because the punishment for making me release you and sort your force feed out will be very unpleasant indeed.”

In trying to overcome the terrible pain the extra weights were creating to my cock and balls I had forgotten about the force feed. I found my mouth to be almost full of the thick liquid and with great difficulty I managed to swallow small amounts and clear my mouth. I found myself in a terrible dilemma, the pain was occupying my mind to the exclusion of anything else, but the force feed was relentless as it slowly filled my mouth and I had to swallow so as not to choke. I wasn’t able to think about time or how long I was going to have to endure this torment. But in the back of my mind I knew Mistress was going to leave me suffering like this for at least an hour and a half, and I was sure that when She did eventually come back there would be more suffering to endure. I could recall that when She had found me in the Stable preparing my breakfast She had made a remark about how long She would have to punish me. I recalled She had said ‘the rest of the morning, the afternoon and most of the night.’ I shuddered in spite of the severe Bondage holding me to the Bench as I realised it was only early in the afternoon and I knew it would be a long painful time before She had finished punishing me.

In concentrating on the force feeding I had managed to blot out the pain in my cock and balls, but as I felt the feed slowing down the pain imposed itself into my thoughts and with it came two more agonies as I felt my stomach becoming bloated with the feed and the need to have a pee. Several of the straps Mistress had so carefully and viciously tightened before leaving me were positioned across my stomach which made it impossible for my stomach to extend as the feed filled it up. The need to have a pee was made worse by the cock Bondage, which kept my cock fully erect and I was engulfed in wave after wave of pain and agony. I tried desperately to move to try and ease the tension pulling at my cock and balls, but so tight were the straps across my body that I couldn’t move a fraction. The way Mistress had roped my ankles apart and secured my hands and arms above my head made it impossible to obtain any leverage, so I had to accept that I was being well and truly punished by an expert in Bondage and torture. I had been severely punished for breaking the rules at ‘Fantasy Acre’ and I was now being punished for disobedience. I was being taught the hard way by a very cruel Rubber Mistress that I had to be obedient to Her at all times, and I knew this was a lesson I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

I heard the sound of the Dungeon door being unlocked and the unmistakable rustle of Rubber told me my Mistress had returned to - I hoped - release me. But Her first action soon dashed any hopes I might have had of being released from this torment. I guessed She was squeezing the two Rubber feed bags as my mouth filled with more of the thick liquid and I was forced to add to the pain in my bloated stomach.

“I can’t let my Rubber Bondage prisoner waste any of his feed and go hungry, so I’m squeezing out the last of the feed in the bags. I hope you are feeling quite full by now, and I know you are in desperate need of a pee. Well that will come later, in fact much later. Disobedient prisoners have to be properly punished, and your punishment has some way to go yet. I think I’ll carry on with the next part of your training programme, so after tomorrow morning’s visit to the whipping bench we will be almost back on schedule. I expect that after that force feed you are still feeling thirsty, well your Rubber Mistress has just the thing to alleviate that thirst. Do you remember what you wrote in several of your letters to me about some of what you referred to as your more outlandish fantasies. No, I expect you are unsure because you wrote such a lot at various times. Well I keep all letters and file them away, then when a visit is arranged as in your case I get them out and make up a programme to bring those fantasies to life. There is nothing haphazard about ‘Fantasy Acre’ and the things I do to my prisoners. All your dreams and sometimes your worst fears are brought to life. I take you to your limits and beyond. We have even discussed this fantasy over the telephone, and if you recall I sent you an article about ‘Urine’ and the benefits some people have got from drinking it. I firmly believe in practising what my prisoners preach, and you are in the ideal position for me to practice some of your preaching. Well you are in no position to protest are you prisoner?”

Chapter 6

In which Mistress continues the punishment of Her disobedient prisoner.

The remains of the force-feed had finally stopped, and I guessed the two Rubber Bags were now completely empty. I felt the tube fitted to the mouth brank being pulled about, but with the blindfold still clipped in place I couldn’t see what Mistress was doing. I heard something being dragged across the floor, and could hear the Rubber of Her dress swishing about. Then the blindfold was removed and I could see there was a wooden platform with a handrail along one side. It was positioned across the Bondage Bench I was strapped to just above my body. Mistress climbed up some steps at one side of this platform and stood in the middle of it looking down at me. A Rubber tube hung down underneath Her Rubber Dress and I could see it was connected to a plastic collecting bag. The outlet from the bag was connected to the Rubber tube fitted into my mouth brank. I guessed She had a catheter fitted into Her cunty and the bag would be used to control the flow. There was now no doubt what She was going to do.

“I know you are well aware of ‘Water sports’ prisoner, you have written to me often enough about it. Well this is the supreme accolade a Mistress can offer to Her prisoner. I don’t believe in wasting my wee by letting it run all over you. I firmly believe in the therapeutic benefits of drinking it. I am going to allow you to drink my ‘Golden Champagne’. I have had several coffee breaks today and also a very pleasant lunch with several more cups of coffee and just for you I have also had quite a few glasses of water. To ensure you get full measure I have delayed using the toilet. Now I need to have a pee just like you do. However in my case I have a very disobedient rubber Bondage prisoner to pee into, and unfortunately because of your erection you can’t. You’ll be able to see how much you have to drink, and the secret is not to let the bag fill up. If it does it will become pressurised and you could drown yourself trying to drink your Rubber Mistresses wee. When I open the valve on the catheter you had better start swallowing because I am not controlling the flow. The catheter is inside my bladder and it will empty itself quite quickly and you will be able to quench your thirst for quite some time.”

She crouched down on the platform and opened Her legs, which I knew was the ideal position for a Woman to take up to be able to pee easily. She put Her hand up underneath Her Rubber dress and I saw Her wee running into the bag. I was fascinated as the bag started to fill with a pale yellow liquid, and then there was warm, salty liquid flowing into my mouth. I swallowed rapidly as the bag continued to fill, and my stomach was feeling more and more bloated as I forced myself to swallow this copious flow of wee. It was something I had often fantasised about and I had imagined it would be a very pleasurable thing to have done to me. But this was different. Mistress was using it as a punishment and I was being humiliated and made to suffer for my disobedience. Eventually the flow ceased and I was able, with a great deal of effort, to empty the bag. I was now in extreme pain, not just from my bloated stomach being squeezed by the wide Leather straps but also my desperate need to have a pee myself.

Mistress disconnected the tube to my mouth brank from the bag and climbed down from the platform. She replaced my blindfold and I could hear the platform being dragged away from the bench. I was hoping that was the end of my punishment and I would now be released and at least allowed to have a pee, but I also needed to use the loo for a major relief as well.

Mistress unclipped the brank with the feeding tube and replaced it with the totally silencing Gag I had worn during my beating.

“Well that’s your meal-time finished with prisoner, so we can continue with your punishment uninterrupted. Before I go and have some more coffee I’ll just make sure you are properly filled up. Then when I come back we’ll see about emptying you out.”

She unbuckled all the straps holding me to the bench and released my hands and feet. She removed the weights and undid the Bondage to my cock and balls. The relief was wonderful as the pressure on my stomach eased off and my cock and balls were no longer being pulled off.

“Sit up and get off the bench and then stand up.”

When I was on my feet She guided me by my shoulders and pushed me towards where I remembered the whipping bench was positioned.

“Kneel down prisoner, you did this earlier on. Then lie forward and stretch your arms out in front of you.”

I was right; She was securing me to the whipping bench again. Surely She wasn’t going to give me another beating. She quickly secured me to the whipping bench in the same way as for my beating. But several extra straps were buckled tightly across my back, waist and buttocks forcing me down hard into the padding of the whipping bench. Now what was She going to do to me. This time She opened the rear vent in the SBR Mackintosh, turned the edges of the SBR Mackintosh vent outwards and pushed them underneath the strap buckled tightly across my waist. I felt Her push Her finger inside my bum hole and realised She was lubricating it. Then something thin and flexible was pushed deep inside my bum hole.

“Another of your fantasies is about to become reality prisoner. But not I can assure you in the manner you were hoping for. Enemas were on your training programme, and they are quite therapeutic, erotic and pleasant and when you can’t hold the enema any longer you are allowed to expel it. But your introduction is as one might say in at the deep end with a punishment enema, which is not intended to be therapeutic nor at all pleasant. I have inserted a double catheter which will keep you sealed and totally water-tight, and I have prepared 3 pints of hot soapy water which will I can assure you get your bowels and your colon moving very rapidly. Unfortunately you won’t be able to expel anything, and it will quickly become quite painful, in fact after several hours it will be extremely painful. With your now well filled bladder which is making you have a fairly desperate need to have a pee, which can only get worse since I added to the contents with my ‘Golden Champagne’, your stomach which is I’m sure very full from the very generous force feed, and as I’m sure you have discovered the way you are very tightly strapped down to the whipping bench will all help to make your enema a very memorable event. I shall come back from time to time to make sure you are suffering and I will probably think of something to add to your punishment to make sure you are really suffering.”

I felt a bladder expanding inside my bum and then a second one was being pumped up and I could feel them getting bigger and bigger as they forced out against the sides of my bum. I felt Mistress pulling at the catheter and She seemed satisfied that it was well and truly fixed inside me. I felt the catheter become warm were it entered my bum hole and then I felt the first trickle of the enema as it slowly flowed inside my bum. As Mistress had foretold the reaction was quite rapid. After only a few minutes I felt a desperate need to defecate, my rectum was reacting to the soapy water and the two inflated bladders were making sure nothing was going to be let out. As more of the enema flowed into me so I felt more discomfort and slowly the pain built up right through my abdomen. I was trying to visualise where all three pints of soapy water were going and with my stomach pressed down so firmly by the tight straps Mistress had secured across my back into the padding of the whipping bench there didn’t seem to be anywhere for it to go. As I slowly filled up so the pain became stronger and a dull ache settled deep inside my expanding bum hole. The pain from my need to pee and defecate was becoming unbearable. I was aware of all sorts of rumblings and odd noises from my overfilled stomach and bum and the pain became more and more acute. Suddenly I was aware that Mistress was standing beside me.

“How is my disobedient prisoner enjoying his punishment enema? I think if you could answer me you would probably say ‘not a lot’. Oh, goodness gracious those straps look quite slack, I had better tighten them up or you won’t get the full benefit from your punishment.”

I couldn’t imagine how the straps could become slack, but Mistress did indeed tighten them and add to the terrible pain I was experiencing.

“I might be back in about an hour or so prisoner and if I think you have learnt your lesson in obedience I might decide to release you. On the other hand another pint of hot soapy water will definitely drive my message home. When this is over you can have another night of Rubber Bondage but more severe than last night, and by the morning when your 100 strokes are out of the way we can start your training in earnest.”

If She was going to start my training in earnest then this punishment must surely rank as severely serious. I wondered if I could take another hour of this terrible torture. I was at my wits end, so tightly was I strapped to the whipping bench I couldn’t move a fraction to ease the dreadful cramps in my bowels. But Gagged as I was there was no way I could ask for relief from this torment, but in view of Her threats if I did ask to be released I felt it was better just to moan and groan as wave after wave of cramps racked my body. I really was being punished and I vowed I would obey every last word of this cruel Rubber Mistress into whose clutches I had the misfortune to fall. Eventually I felt the straps holding me to the whipping bench being slackened and I hoped I was to be released from this diabolical torment.

“Hello prisoner it’s time to be released, and also to be humiliated. I have a bucket ready for you to sit on and empty yourself into, while I stand and watch.”

“Then you can have a shower and it will be as Zebedee says ‘time for bed’.” Mistress removed the Blindfold, but not the Gag and She released the straps and the chains securing me to the whipping bench.

Across a corner of the Dungeon a Steel Gate was fitted and inside there was a bucket. She led me over to the corner, opened the gate and indicated I was to sit on the bucket. I sat down, and Mistress reached behind me and I felt the bladders deflate and She pulled the catheter out of my bum hole. She closed the gate and because of the lack of space my legs and feet went between the bars of the gate and were outside the cage. I couldn’t hold back against the enema and even while she was roping my legs together I was excreting violently into the bucket. As the pressure subsided in my stomach I was at last able to pee as well. The relief was overwhelming as my body emptied itself. All the time Mistress stood and watched me with a contented smirk on Her face. I considered myself to be broadminded and I had no qualms about undressing in front of a woman. But somehow this was different, I was performing two degrading functions and to have a woman watch me while I had no control over the functions was very humiliating. The fact it was my Rubber Mistress watching me, and it was She who had brought me to this lowly state only made it all the more humiliating.

Eventually I had finished peeing and defecating, and some sort of normality was returning to my sore and aching body. My legs felt weak from the sudden expulsion of the enema, but I was slowly recovering from my ordeal. Mistress left me sitting on the bucket while She tidied up the Dungeon and put various things away and hung other items on racks on the wall. She came over to me and untied the rope around my legs and unlocked the gate and opened it. She released the Bondage Mittens and after unlacing and unstrapping them pulled them off. She handed me a length of toilet paper and said, “Wipe yourself clean and drop the paper in the bucket.” I did as She said and I was surprised at the quantity of mess in the bucket.

“Now then prisoner when you leave you will take the bucket with you back to the Stable and empty it into the toilet and then clean out the bucket, and place it by the door in the lobby. When you have done that strip off, shave and have a shower. You will find a Rubber Suit laid out on the bed. Put it on and the set of manacles, with your hands behind your back and take up your position across the bed. Is that all understood prisoner, because I’m sure you don’t want to go through all this again do you.”

I nodded my head and tried to make a mumbling acknowledgement through the Gag.

“Don’t mumble at me prisoner, a nod or a shake of your head is sufficient. The Gag is to keep you silent, and silent you will be at all times. In future you will only speak to answer a direct question assuming you are not Gagged. If you are Gagged then you will either nod your head twice or shake it from side to side twice. If you are unable to move your head then you will give one ‘grunt’ for yes and two ‘grunts’ for no. Any further noise from you will result in a much more severe Gag being applied which will not only stop any noise, but it will make it very difficult for you to breathe as well. Right follow me back outside.”

Mistress led me through several passageways, which were totally dark so I was unable to see where I was actually going. When we arrived outside I was surprised to find it was nighttime. I could only assume I had been in Her Dungeon for the whole day and the evening. She unlocked the Stable and as soon as I was inside she closed the door behind me and I heard Her locking it on the outside. I wondered how I was going to cope with the new instruction about only speaking to answer a direct question. I could see the regime was becoming more and more strict. She really was my Fantasy Rubber Mistress become very real.

I wondered if I would be able to last out a week under Her very strict control. Based on what I had just been through and with more promised for the night I felt I was going to be hard pushed to last out. But this was what I had made this long journey for. To be a Rubber Bondage prisoner, and to be totally under the control and domination of a Rubber Mistress. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that such a place could exist. But here I was experiencing far more than my dreams and my week had four days and nights to go. But I remembered Her threat about prolonging my stay if the planned programme was not fulfilled. I wondered how serious that threat was, and I realised that based on my experiences so far it could be a very serious threat. Having paid in advance for my week under Her control I certainly wasn’t going to see what would happen if I insisted on being released. I was sure there would be no refund and there was no guarantee I would be released. I decided to stop daydreaming and get on with carrying out Her instructions before She came back in and found me not ready for Her. I hoped that by tomorrow I would be in a better state of mind now I knew how serious She was, and what I had let myself in for.

I emptied the bucket and cleaned it out and placed it by the door to the Stable. I removed all my Rubber Clothing and quickly had a shower. This restored some of my spirits as I felt more relaxed but my spirits subsided a little when I saw the Rubber Suit Mistress had put out on the bed for me to put on. It was a close fitting double thickness heavyweight Rubber Suit with attached Feet, Gloves a Hood and a tight cock and ball hole in the crotch. But it was the Hood that made me feel apprehensive. I could see it was double thickness and a close fitting one. In place of eyeholes, pads were fitted to the inside to completely cover the eyes and prevent any light from getting inside. There were no nostril holes and fitted into it was a large Rubber ball Gag with a breathe thro’ hole in the middle. Although the Gag was attached to the Hood it had a strap harness fitted outside the Hood, no doubt to make sure it couldn’t be pushed out of the mouth. I collected my thoughts and realised I would have to get the Hood fitted on before I attached the wrist Manacles of the chain set behind my back.

I powdered the inside of the Rubber Suit and slipped my legs down into the legs and into the attached feet. I was immediately aware of the tight fit of the Rubber Suit and also the weight of the two layers of Rubber. I forced my cock and balls through the tight hole in the crotch and pulled the Rubber Suit up over my body. I slid my arms and hands into the sleeves and was dismayed to find the fingers and thumbs of the attached Gloves were all joined together. The Gloves were more like a pair of Mittens but my fingers and thumbs were all enclosed in Rubber. By holding my hands together I was able to grip the front zip runner and close it up to my neck. I dragged the Rubber Hood over my head and face and with a lot of fiddling I was able to close the zip fitted in the back of the Hood. I tried for a while to buckle up the straps on the Gag Harness and in spite of the restriction the Gloves created to my fingers I finally managed to get all the buckles secured and the harness a fairly tight fit around my head. I groped about and found the Chain Set and snapped the Manacles around my ankles. Then I knelt down and with some more struggling I managed to secure my wrists behind my back. Then I moved close to the edge of the bed and let myself flop down across it. I had done it again, put myself into Rubber Bondage from which I had no means to release myself; this Rubber Mistress really was in control of me. I now had to wait until She returned to find out what She meant by ‘more severe than last night’.

I had a distinct feeling that Mistress was always waiting for me to complete Her instructions. I didn’t have long to wait before I heard the door being unlocked and I heard Her come rustling in. I heard Her drop something onto the spare bed and then She caught hold of my wrists and pulled me up into a kneeling position. I felt Her fingers pulling at the Gag Harness and the buckles were tightened up forcing the Rubber Gag fully into my mouth.

“Not tight enough prisoner, but I will accept the webbed gloves do make things difficult. Now then stand up and move away from the bed.”

Mistress led me backwards to the end of the breakfast bar and She lifted up my manacled hands and attached it to what I guessed was a screw eye on the post at the end of the breakfast bar. This tightened the link chain to the ankle manacles and I had to rise up on my toes to ease the strain on my wrists. I could hear the sound of something heavy being placed on the bed. Then I could hear Rubber being shaken about. There was now and again the clinking of buckles or it might have been chains. I could see nothing so I had no idea what was being prepared for me, but I had visions of some sort of Body Bag being got ready for me to spend the night in. She released the chain from its attachment point and I was led back towards the bed. Mistress unlocked the wrist manacles and let the chain drop to the floor between my feet.

“Sit down on the bed prisoner but get your bum right out into the middle.” I did as She said and She released the ankle Manacles. “Now lift your legs and swing them up onto the bed keeping your knees bent.” I could feel cold Rubber striking through the Rubber Suit and I waited for Her next instruction. “Push your feet out in front of you and let your legs slide forward.”

I could feel my feet sliding into a Rubber enclosure and Mistress pulled the Rubber around my feet and legs. “Lift your right arm and slide it into the pocket and push your hand right down as far as it will go. Now do the same with your other hand and arm.” I felt my arms were encased in a Rubber sleeve, which was attached to the Rubber around my legs. “Now lie down and lift up your bum.” I could feel Her pulling the Rubber underneath my body and at the same time the Rubber was pulled up around my body. Something Rubbery was slipped over my cock and balls and a strap was buckled tight around the root. I felt Mistress pushing something down between my legs and I guessed it was a drain tube, and the Rubber around my cock and balls was some sort of collection device. I heard a zip being closed and I felt the Rubber tighten around my legs and body.

I heard the clinking sound again and as I felt the straps being drawn around my Rubber encased body I knew it was the buckles making the noise. Mistress passed a wide stiff leather band around my ankles and I felt her secure and tighten two straps and buckles to hold it in place. Then She did the same above and below my knees and two more around my thighs. I then felt straps being buckled tightly around my wrists, and above and below my elbows and I guessed they were inserted through the Rubber Body Bag I was enclosed in, passing around the captive arm sleeves and could then be buckled on the outside. Now another wide Strap was secured tightly around my waist and two more around my upper and lower chest. These very effectively kept my arms and hands securely fastened to my sides. A heavy Rubber Hood was fitted over my head and face and secured with a zip at the back, which, Mistress closed by lifting my head off the bed. It felt as if it was padded or quilted, as I could no longer hear any noises. Faintly I heard the rattle and clink of chains and felt them being attached to each side of the wide leather bands that were buckled tightly around my double thickness Rubber suited body encased in the thick Rubber Body Bag. There was a ‘click’ in my ears and I could hear Her rather breathless voice speaking to me.

“You are quite welcome to have a struggle, but I can’t imagine for one moment that you will be able to release yourself from your Rubber Bondage. As a precaution I have chained and padlocked you to the bed and to complete your security I shall fit the double thickness Rubber sheet over you. I shall release you sometime tomorrow when I have finished all the more important things I have to do. As I said yesterday Rubber Bondage prisoners being punished tend to be forgotten and they come a long way down my list of priorities. As a small consideration I have fitted you up with a drain tube, not because I am being kind to you, but it saves clearing up any mess you might make during your time in this nice secure Rubber Bondage. I won’t wish you ‘Good Night’ because I know you won’t be having one, nor will you have a ‘Good Morning’. By the time I do eventually release you I’m sure you will be wishing you had never agreed to come here. But you have the training programme I have planned for you to look forward to which because of these punishments you have had to endure will occupy us for quite some time. This will of course mean you will have to endure some extremely severe Rubber Bondage, which in your case will only get even more severe as the days and nights slowly pass by. Oh yes! Don’t forget your daily 100 on my whipping bench plus some more you are sure to be awarded for the many minor misdemeanours you are sure to commit. I think we shall have a very rewarding time together prisoner.”

I felt the heavy Rubber Sheet being dragged over my body and then the pressure as it was secured to the edges of the bed. Then the top of the Rubber Sheet was stretched over my head and my face forced itself into the elasticated opening, and I faintly heard the click of the padlocks securing it in place. I was utterly and totally immobile. The wide leather bands strapped so tightly around my body and thighs were carefully placed to prevent me from moving my fingers or my arms. The chains attached to the wide leather bands and the sides of the bed made sure I didn’t move a fraction of an inch from side to side, and the heavy Rubber Sheet stretched tightly over my inert Rubber encased body ensured my head was held immobile. I shuddered inwardly as I realised I had to spend not only the night but part of the next day like this and I wondered how on earth I would cope with this total Rubber encapsulation.

Chapter 7.

The prisoners Punishment is over, or is it.

But cope I would have to because I was sure there would be no possibility of being released until Mistress decided I had suffered enough, and so far nothing she had done to me had been relaxed in any way. I felt I should be grateful that my breathing was not restricted and she had fitted a drain to me, but that was a minor relaxation in the overall severity of this punishment Rubber Bondage. I had made the journey here to indulge my fetish in Rubber Bondage but never did I imagine it would be as severe as this. I should have realised when she saw the PVC suit I was wearing that everything was done very seriously here, but I was totally unprepared for what had happened so far and I could only vaguely imagine what the rest of my time here was going to be like.

Somehow I slept, or at least I dozed, but always I was fully aware of my totally helpless situation. I used the drain several times but I had no idea of the passage of time. Hunger told me it must be well past breakfast time but it could only have been a couple of hours since Mistress left me in this severe Rubber Bondage, time had no meaning inside the silence and the pitch darkness of the two Rubber Hoods. Eventually I felt the pressure of the Rubber sheet being relaxed and slowly I was released from the Rubber Body Bag and at last the gag was unbuckled and the Hood of the Rubber suit was unzipped and I could once again see. The curtains were drawn across the windows to allow my eyes to get accustomed to the light. In the dimness I could see my Mistress dressed in a Shiny Black Rubber Dress, Black Rubber Boots, Black Rubber Gloves and a Black leather half Mask covered the upper part of her face.

“Time for my Rubber Bondage prisoner to be up and about” She said, “To get the use back into your legs you can go for a walk up and down the garden. While you are doing that I shall have some lunch, and afterwards, if you have done your walk properly, you can have something eat as well. Remove the drain bag, then put on this Rubber Hood, the Rubber Chest Waders and the Black Rubber Mackintosh.” She pointed to the items of clothing lying on the spare bed. “When you have dressed I’ll be back to take you into the garden.”

She swished out of the room and I quickly removed the drain device, which was in fact a close fitting Rubber sheath with a tube fitted into the end and it was strapped around my cock and ball root. I put on the Rubber Hood which I was surprised to discover had open eyes and an open mouth. The Rubber Chest Waders were unlined and came up to my armpits, and were held in place with straps and buckles across my shoulders, and then the Rubber Mackintosh went on. It reached down to my ankles and the closely spaced double row of buttons went right down to the bottom hem of the Mackintosh. I had barely fastened the last of the buttons on the Rubber Mackintosh before Mistress came swishing back into the room.

“Good, but you are only partly ready for your walk.” She said with a sly chuckle. “Just a few extra’s are needed to complete your walking out dress.”

She picked up from the spare bed a pair of heavy steel manacles, which She locked around each ankle and attached to each manacle were three lengths of extremely heavy chain. She stood in front of me and slipped a Rubber Gas Mask over my face and head. It had a full head and neck Rubber enclosure fitted to it and Mistress closed the zip at the back. A manacle was fitted around each arm just above the elbow and a strap was threaded through the rings on the inside of the Manacles and was tightly buckled behind my back making it impossible for me to move my arms away from my body. Next She slipped over my shoulders a heavy Black Rubber Cape. She guided my hands and forearms into two attached short sleeves with closed ends on them. The cape reached down to my ankles and like the Rubber Mackintosh was closely buttoned right down to the bottom. Next She picked up a pair of thick, wide leather straps and fastened them tightly around my body over the Rubber Cape above and below my arms. When She had finished my arms and hands encased in the Rubber sleeves were held out horizontal and pointing forwards away from my body. A pair of heavy Bondage Mittens were slipped over my protruding hands and tightly strapped and buckled in place. Then She fitted a wide leather collar around my neck, and a harness over my head.

After some adjustments to the straps and the fitting of padlocks I could see there was no possible way for me to remove the Gas Mask or to move my head. Now She picked up the chains attached to the ankle manacles and two went up behind me and were padlocked to rings on the back of the Collar. Two more of the chains went up each side of my body and were padlocked first to rings on the wrist straps of the Bondage Mittens and then padlocked to the sides of the Collar. Finally the last pair of chains were padlocked to the tips of the Bondage Mittens and then to rings on the front of the Collar. Then She screwed a long length of Black corrugated Rubber hose to each side of the Gas mask and fitted between the ends of the hoses was a regulating valve. She let the hoses hang down between my protruding arms, but I had not noticed any change in my ability to breathe. She clipped a lead to the front of my Collar and gave it a sharp tug.

“Come along prisoner, now you are properly dressed and Bondaged it’s time for your exercise hour.”

I followed her out of the room, around behind the hedge and into a small, enclosed garden. To say I could walk dressed in all the Rubber and the Manacles and Chains was an under-statement. The Collar held my head up so I couldn’t look down to see where my feet were going. The Gas Mask made my breathing quite laboured. The heavy Chains banged against my body and legs with every step I took, and the close fitting Rubber Mackintosh and the Rubber Cape prevented me from taking long steps. I had to almost mince along taking very small short paces, which only added to the overall difficulty of walking.

Mistress led me round in front of the Garage and I could see a path going off into the distance screened from the road by shrubs and bushes and high above my head I could see a steel cable stretched out above head height going the length of the path.

“Now then prisoner to ensure you get your full quota of exercise you have a little game to play. It’s called ‘fetch the clothes pegs’. From the Garage to the end of the path is 88 yards so to walk to the end and back is 176 yards. If you do this 10 times you will have walked a mile. If you do it 20 times you will have walked two miles. To ensure you do walk the two miles you will have to fetch a clothes peg from the far end of the path and bring it back to this end of the path. They are hanging from a cord stretched across the end of the path, you will find I have allowed you just enough movement to bring your Mittened hands together to unclip just one clothes peg at a time and bring it back to this end and fasten it to a similar line behind you. If you drop one you will find it to be impossible to bend over to retrieve it because a ring on the top of your head harness will be attached to a short chain, which will slide along the overhead cable you can see stretched out above you. So however many you drop means you will be that number of clothes pegs missing at this end. Each missing clothes peg will earn you 50 demerits and I will decide later on what punishment you will receive. Rest assured that it will not be an enjoyable punishment, and the greater the number of demerits the more severe will be your punishment. You have one hour to walk the two miles which is half the speed of the standard army marching rate so when I come back after lunch I will expect to see 20 clothes pegs hanging on the line at this end of the path.”

Mistress reached up above me and I felt her attach something to the top of my head, then she put her hand down between my arms and did something to the valve fitted to the ends of the Rubber hoses connected to my Gas Mask. I was instantly aware that I had to draw much harder to get enough air inside the Gas Mask. She was obviously not going to make Her little game an easy one to play. The odds of my not being able to fetch all 20 of the clothes pegs were heavily stacked against me.

I set off along the path taking the short steps the close fitting Rubber Mackintosh and Rubber Cape forced me to take, and the heavy chains banging against my Rubber encased body and legs. I tried bringing my Mittened hands together and found it to be almost impossible to hold them together as with each step I took the chains pulled at my wrists and the tips of the Mittens, forcing my hands to come apart. I suddenly realised that in order to keep hold of the clothes peg I had to keep my hands tightly held together so as not to drop the peg and I would have to do that all the way back along the path. I was an almost impossible task to carry out and I could see I would be hard pressed to fetch all 20 pegs back to the other end.

As I neared the end of the path I could see the clothes pegs hanging on the line about level with my hands. But as I got closer they vanished from sight as the Stiff Collar prevented me from looking down. Eventually by leaning forward and drawing the chain attached to the top of my head harness out taut I was just able to guide my Mittened hands towards the clothes pegs. But now another problem arose. As soon as my Mittens touched the clothes pegs they swung away from my hands so I was unable to grasp the pegs.

The end of the over-head cable was positioned so that I couldn’t get any closer and it was only by pushing my Mittens carefully between the pegs and not touching them I was eventually able to force my hands together and actually grip a peg between my Mittens. I squeezed the peg and it slipped off the line and fortunately remained in place between the Mittens. I turned round and set off, back down the path.

I now had to take even smaller steps to avoid pulling the chains and forcing my hands apart. Eventually I reached the Garage and after several attempts I was able to get the peg positioned on the line and release it. I had succeeded in transferring one clothes peg, and I was gasping for breath inside the Gas Mask and sweat was running down inside the Rubber Chest Waders with the effort of concentrating on holding the peg between the Mittens. I had to stop and get my breathing back to some sort of normality but I knew I couldn’t waste any time if I hoped to transfer all 20 of the pegs before Mistress came back from lunch. I made five more journeys and had managed to transfer five clothes pegs and I felt I had mastered the situation. But disaster struck as I was trying to put the sixth peg on the line. I opened my Mittens before it was in position and it dropped to the ground.

Mistress was once again proved to be right as I tried desperately to lean forward to try and retrieve the peg. With my head harness chained to the overhead steel cable it was impossible to even kneel down. I turned and puffed and panted my painful way back up the path to get another peg. I knew I had to try and succeed even though I was now beginning to doubt that I would manage to retrieve the remainder of the pegs. I had no idea how quickly the time was passing but I knew that in spite of the dreadful handicap Mistress had given me with the heavy and tight Rubber Clothing, the manacles and chains and the restricted breathing inside the Gas Mask I had to keep persevering to fulfil her orders. I was feeling ready to collapse with exhaustion when I finally removed the last peg from the line and staggered back along the path and tried to clip it on the line with the other pegs. Again I failed and I was dismayed to find there were only 10 pegs on the line. I had dropped the other 10 when trying to clip them in place. At least I had stumbled and staggered the two miles but I was now paddling in a bath of sweat inside the Rubber Chest Waders and I had accumulated 500 demerits for my efforts. I had no option but to stand and wait for Mistress to reappear and release me as the chain attached to my head harness prevented me from sitting down, not that there was anything for me to sit on. Slowly my breathing calmed down and I began to relax a little in spite of my impending fate when Mistress saw how many pegs I had managed to drop.

“Is my prisoner well exercised now” I had not heard her come into the garden and I jumped at the sound of her voice behind me. “I can only count 10 pegs on the line and I can see a little pile of pegs on the ground. My prisoner obviously had some difficulty with the Rubber Bondage he so dearly loves to be encased and secured into.”

She bent down and picked up the clothes pegs I had dropped on the grass and carefully counted them.

“However it would seem from the pegs on the ground you managed to have your two mile walk. But of course that doesn’t help to remove any of the 500 demerits you have earned for dropping the ten pegs. However 500 demerits cannot be removed in one punishment session. Under normal circumstances you would be able to have 100 demerits removed each day, but you already have an outstanding punishment of 100 strokes a day on my whipping bench so the greatest number of demerits you can have removed each day is 50. As you seem to be determined to disobey me at every opportunity, I shall cancel your training programme and you will spend the rest of your time here being punished. I expect you can work out how long your punishment will take at the rate of 100 strokes and 50 demerits per. day. It is simply 500 divided by 50, which is 10. It is now quite obvious to me that you thought all our talks on the telephone and the various written items I sent you were just fantasy. Nothing is further from the truth. You come here to have your fantasies made into reality.”

“There are no fantasies here, everything is reality, I am a real Rubber Mistress, you are a real Rubber Bondage prisoner, every word I utter is real, and every instruction I give is to be obeyed totally and fully. When I said I wanted to see 20 clothes pegs on the line I meant just that, the fact that you failed to put 20 clothes pegs on the line was as far as I’m concerned disobedience of an order from your Rubber Mistress. Just because your breathing was restricted and you were encased in extremely heavy Rubber clothing and you were manacled and chained is of no relevance. You are a Rubber Bondage prisoner, and you failed to carry out an order from your Rubber Mistress and that can only result in punishment. I do not play games here. If this was to have been a pleasure visit it would have said so in the contract you signed, the fact you failed to read your contract properly will earn you some more punishment.”

“You will of course be receiving an extra 500 strokes because of your extended time with me, but they are well deserved in view of your disobedience to your Mistress, in fact I shall very carefully review every event of your time you have so far spent here and I’m quite sure I can add to your present accumulation of demerits and punishment very considerably. Your punishment will start tonight and from then onwards you will not do anything for yourself. You will be cleaned, fed and watered by me, and my assistant. Oh! Did I not mention her, well she will attend to you during the night and I will deal with you during the day. Just like the saying ‘there will be no rest for the wicked’ so there will be no rest for my wicked and disobedient Rubber Bondage prisoner. My assistant was a trained State Registered Nurse and as well as her deep interest in c.b.t. She considers herself to be an expert in wrapping my prisoners up in cling film and then encasing them in a full covering of thick, adhesive ‘gaffer’ tape. But her speciality is the medical scene, so your first night in her tender care will be spent being cleaned out and fully Cathetered, before being fully wrapped for your Mistress to deal with all day. This means of course that your punishment will then be able to continue unabated for 24 hours a day until I decide you will be released. I will now release your Rubber Bondage and you can get dressed in something more suitable so we can spend a very pleasant afternoon and evening together in my dungeon, waiting for my assistant to arrive to start the night shift”.

She disconnected the chain securing my head harness to the overhead cable and led me back into the Stable. She released the Manacles and the Chains then removed the Mittens and unbuttoned and removed the heavy Rubber Cape.

“You can remove the rest of the Rubber clothing yourself, then have a shower and afterwards put back on the Rubber Chest Waders and also put back on the Rubber Hood and Gas Mask you are wearing now then secure yourself into the manacle and chain set with your hands behind you, take up your position across the bed and wait for me to come back.”

I was soon stood in the shower revelling in the warm water soothing away all my aches and pains, and just for a few moments I was able to forget about the impending punishment Mistress had told me about. I finished in the shower, dried myself and powdered my body all over then put back on the Rubber Waders, which had been kept dry by all my sweat being retained inside the Rubber Suit. I put on the Rubber Hood and Gas Mask, then I fitted the manacles and chains on and kneeling down at the side of the bed let myself flop forward across the Rubber Sheets. It was a most ingenious position to be told to put myself into as in the kneeling position and lying across the bed it was extremely difficult to lift myself back up and rise to my feet, and with hands manacled behind my back there would be no possible hope of surprising my Mistress to try to make some sort of attempt to escape. But I was fully aware that she was able to observe my every move with what I guessed were concealed C.C.T.V. Cameras in the room, so there was no point in trying to do anything brave. Anyway it was a forgone conclusion that any attempt to escape would fail and I would only end up being punished even more severely.

As I lay across the Rubber Sheets with my head enclosed in the Rubber Hood and Gas Mask and my legs and body encased in the heavy Rubber Chest Waders I wondered what had compelled me to fit on the self locking manacles and submit myself to this Rubber Mistress. I could only conclude that I was indeed a submissive and that deep down there was nothing I desired more than to be utterly dominated by a woman dressed in Rubber while I also was encased in Rubber and securely Bondaged. This was indeed my fantasy made into reality but I had not expected it to be so very real. I had imagined that there would have been periods when there was a relaxation of the fantasy and we would have talked to each other as ordinary people.

I remembered that the ‘contract’ - well it was just a single sheet - that I had signed and sent back to her had said that everything would be for real but I had imagined that was just her way of making me think I would be getting my moneys worth from the visit to her. There was now no doubt in my mind that she was a very serious Rubber Mistress and she looked on me as no more than a captive Rubber Bondage plaything. Now she was going to extend my fantasy from some daily training and nights in a Rubber bed in Bondage to continuous punishment with someone else who from her description was just as serious as my Mistress, or even worse, to help her achieve it. Deep down I was full of apprehension but at the same time I was anticipating and trying to imagine what was going to be done to me when the punishment was started in the evening.

I knew I didn’t have long to wait to find out, but first there was to be an afternoon and evening with Mistress in the dungeon and that was something else I was feeling apprehensive about. As always Mistress was quickly back into the Stable and I heard a heavy bundle of Rubber flop onto the bed beside me.

“Right up on your knees prisoner”, she snapped and she grasped the straps on the Rubber Chest Waders and hauled me up from the bed. She removed the Gas Mask but left the other Rubber Hood in place. She pushed a heavy Rubber Hood against my face and slipped her hand up inside it and forced two stiff Rubber Tubes deep inside my nostrils, then she pulled the edges of the Rubber Hood over my face and around behind my head. I could feel a lace being threaded down the back of the Rubber Hood and then slowly and carefully she pulled the lace tighter and tighter until the Rubber Hood moulded itself to every contour of my face and head. Dark lens were fitted into the two small eyeholes giving me very restricted and limited vision.

A large inflatable breathe thro’ Gag was now pushed into my mouth with the instruction, “Do not try and push the Gag out of your mouth prisoner or I will glue it in place with super glue.” Now a leather harness was dropped over my face and head and with the same meticulous care as the lace of the Rubber Hood, Mistress tightened all the straps and buckles. A shaped leather cup fitted under and around my chin and when she had buckled it tight it clamped my jaws around the stem of the inflatable Gag. Two straps at each side of the brank holding the inflatable Gag in my mouth were also buckled tightly to the head harness.

“Now you can try to push the Gag out of your mouth prisoner but it will be futile to try.”

She released the wrist and ankle manacles and snapped, “On your feet prisoner, make a quarter turn to your right and hold your arms straight out in front of you.”

I struggled to my feet suddenly fully aware of the restriction to my breathing and my head and face the Rubber Hood and head harness was making. From the bed Mistress had picked up a Rubber Strait Jacket, she slipped the close fitting sleeves over my outstretched arms and quickly pulled the edges of the Rubber Strait Jacket together tightly behind my back and closed the full length zip. She pulled my arms across my chest and stretched my Rubber encased hands around my body and loosely fastened the ends of the sleeves behind my back. I could feel her doing something between my legs and at the back of the Rubber Chest Waders and suddenly I felt cool air around my bum cheeks and my cock and balls. I assumed there was a removable panel on the Rubber Chest Waders, which now not only exposed my cock and balls but also exposed my bum cheeks, which allowed her access for my daily 100 strokes.

She pulled the front of the Rubber Strait Jacket downwards and forced my cock and balls through a tight hole in a narrow flap of reinforced Rubber. She passed the flap between my legs and drew it tight up into my bum crease pushing my bum cheeks apart and then buckled the end of the flap to the bottom edge of the Rubber Strait Jacket at the back. Now straps and buckles across the back of the Rubber Strait Jacket were tightened up and finally she made sure the strap on the end of the sleeves was fully tightened drawing my arms tight into and around my body. She buckled a Collar around my neck and clipped a lead to a ring on the front of the Collar. Then she screwed an inflator bulb to the valve on the inflatable Gag and quickly pumped it up. The Rubber Bladder expanded inside my mouth and forced my cheeks out against the restricting Rubber Hood and Head Harness.

“There we are then prisoner, ready for our little excursion to my dungeon. If you are feeling disappointed with the lack of Rubber clothing I’ve put you into then don’t be too premature. When my assistant arrives this evening you will be well and truly encased. Because we will have another little game to play before she can start on her encapsulation programme. However I’m sure you will be the first to admit that you are quite secure and there will be a lot more restraint for you to endure once we are in my dungeon. Right follow me and don’t dawdle prisoner.”

She led me quickly out of the Stable, through her conservatory and then through a labyrinth of passageways, which were hard to make out with the small eyeholes and darkened lens in the Rubber Hood. We stopped in an almost pitch dark room and as some dim lights came on I realised we were in her dungeon. She led me over to two large upright posts and stood me between them. A leather harness was strapped around my exposed cock and balls. I was pushed forwards and felt a padded bar against my stomach. My feet were roped tightly to rings fitted in the floor and then my body was bent over the bar and several wide straps were buckled around my shoulders and behind my legs. I was now bent double over the bar with my feet secured to the floor.

A cord attached to the harness around my cock and balls went round a small pulley fitted to the floor between my feet and was pulled tight stretching my cock and balls downwards. Mistress now made the straps around my shoulders and legs even tighter so there was no movement possible and ran her Rubber Gloved hand over my now well rounded and up raised bum cheeks.

“Time for your daily 100 strokes prisoner, I shall take my time with these as we are not in a hurry to start anything else for an hour or so. But first I think I’ll warm you up with some ‘Ralgex’. Hot bum cheeks are so much more sensitive and I do want you to feel every stroke.”

I felt something cold and slimy being smeared liberally all over my bum cheeks. The cold feeling quickly disappeared to be replaced at first with a warm glow, which quickly spread all over my bum cheeks and right down to the tops of my thighs. Very soon the warm glow became a hot fire and soon after it felt like a raging inferno.

“I think I shall begin prisoner. 10 strokes with 10 different implements for this short session, I shall increase the force of each stroke firstly to make up for the lack of numbers, and also because as your bum cheeks are already on fire, you might have some difficulty in knowing when I have delivered each stroke. It will be very much as the last time, you listen for the crackle of my whipping dress, which will herald the arrival of each stroke, and each stroke will help you to remember why you are being punished. The last time was for breaking my rules and this time it is a combined punishment. As well as breaking my rules you were disobedient to your Mistress. As you will discover you can be punished for almost anything here and sometimes for absolutely nothing at all. If I feel you are in need of punishment then I will punish you, and if my assistant thinks you need to be punished she will also punish you. We each have our own particular ideas about punishment. I much prefer to use corporal punishment, I can hear each stroke landing on your defenceless bum cheeks and I can see those bum cheeks becoming more and more red and tender as I labour away. My assistant is much more subtle, she strives to make her victim as immobile and as uncomfortable as possible with cling film and rope and some medical extras that she delights in applying to a well secured prisoner. You certainly have something to look forward to if she does decide to punish you. Perhaps I will mention to her when she arrives about the 100 strokes I will be giving you every day and I’m sure she will consider it to be her duty to make sure you are punished during the night.”

I heard the crackle of her Rubber Whipping Dress and a resounding ‘crack’ and a bolt of pain shot through my burning bum cheeks. Mistress continued at a steady rate of delivery with a seeming deliberate pause as she changed to a different implement after every ten strokes. My bum cheeks were now like the inside of a Blast Furnace, as each stroke landed much harder than the 100 I had received the previous time. To add to my pain and suffering, each time she paused to change the implement, she would draw her fingernails around and up and down my burning bum cheeks and then slap them hard with the palm of her hand. Each time she did it she would say, ”Those don’t count prisoner they are purely for my pleasure and I like to see the patterns my fingernails make on your bright red bum cheeks.”

Eventually she stopped and I could hear her hanging the implements back on the wall rack. Then she scraped her fingernails’ around my bum cheeks again, adding to the pain that was raging in them.

“There that didn’t take too long did it prisoner and now it is time for a coffee break. I think another coating of ‘Ralgex’ will keep your mind clear until I come back and continue to make you suffer while you are anticipating the arrival of my assistant.”

I felt the cold cream being rubbed liberally over my flaming bum cheeks, which momentarily gave some short relief as the cold cream was rubbed well in. With a parting flurry of hard stinging slaps to my bum cheeks I heard my cruel Rubber Mistress crackle and rustle out of the dungeon, locking the door behind her. The fire in my bum cheeks soon became a raging inferno as the fresh application of ‘Ralgex’ quickly took effect. I had suffered enough at the hands of this cruel Mistress.

I wanted out of this pain and suffering. But there was nothing I could do to escape from her clutches and her seemingly endless torture and cruelty. But everything that had happened to me and was now being done to me and what was threatened to be done to me was what I had always dreamed about. I had spent a whole night and longer encased and heavily Bondaged in thick heavy Rubber. I was now going to be kept against my will for an unknown time by this Rubber Mistress and I was going to be punished by all sorts of dreadful tortures and she was going to be assisted by another Mistress who from her brief description was just as cruel as she seemed to be. I was even now encased in heavy Rubber, strapped securely into a Rubber Strait Jacket, Hooded, Masked and properly Gagged. My cock and balls were being tortured, and I was secured to her equipment with no possible hope of escape.

I had just been severely beaten and tortured with embrocation cream rubbed into my flaming bum cheeks and there was more to come. What else did I want to happen to me, I was in my seventh heaven, and I knew once the pain had subsided I couldn’t wait for it all to start again. What else did a submissive want from life? I was being made to submit to this cruel Rubber Mistress and there was nothing else in the world I wanted to do more than submit to her punishments and tortures, and I had the punishments and possible tortures of the other Mistress to look forward to.

Chapter 8

In which the prisoner finds his Utopia is in fact his Gehenna

{GEHENNA. from the New Testament. A place where the wicked are punished. A place of pain and torment}

By the time my Mistress had returned from her coffee break the fire raging in my bum cheeks had calmed down and I was hoping I would be released from the securely bound position She had left me in strapped so tightly over the padded bar. She came swishing and rustling into the dungeon and immediately gave my still exposed bum cheeks several hard stinging slaps and then dragged her fingernails up and down them.

“Just a little reminder prisoner that you are here to be punished, and that I delight in corporal punishment. It is so rewarding when I hear the slap of my hand and I can feel my fingernails digging into your very tender bum cheeks. However you have had your allocated 100 strokes and I do not make my prisoners endure more than they have earned through misbehaving. There are of course many other ways of administering painful punishments to prisoners who are disobedient and I think we have enough time for you to experience one or two of those ways.”

She released the straps holding me bent over the bar and pulled me up into a standing position. She released the ends of the Rubber Strait Jacket sleeves and unfolding my arms replaced them so they were behind my back and she refastened the sleeve ends across my stomach. The cord attached to my cock harness was released and she led me over to a corner of the dungeon and backed me into the small, barred compartment where I had been humiliated after the massive enema she had given me and she closed and locked the steel gate.

She went through a door at the back of the dungeon and soon returned carrying a large, padded board with several openings cut into it. She lifted up the padded board and fitted it to the bar I had just been released from and secured it in place with two clamps fastened around the pole. She positioned the board in an upright position and held it in place with some chains attached to the two posts. She came over and unlocked the gate and catching hold of the end of my cock harness led me across to the board.

“Put your left foot up onto the platform and push your toes right through the hole so that your leg is pressed against the padding.” I did as she said, “Now do the same with your right foot and lean forward against the padding.” There was a cut-out for my face to go into with a leather support for my forehead and my chin. Several straps were buckled across the back of my head and neck and my head was now secured into the opening. I could feel there were two cut-outs where my chest was against the board and another where my cock and balls were positioned.

She picked up several long lengths of rope and attaching the ends of the ropes to rings at either side of the top of the board proceeded to rope my body to the board. She started at my shoulders and criss-crossed the ropes over my body slipping the rope around a row of closely spaced heavy duty steel hooks down each side of the board. She carried on down to my feet pulling each cross over of rope as tight as she could and I could feel my body being pressed into the padding.

“Welcome to my ‘tippy table’ for want of a better name.” Mistress said with a little giggle in her voice. “All the sensitive parts of your body, such as your cock and balls, your nipples, your bum cheeks and your head are now readily accessible and I can rotate you into any position and position you at any angle depending on what I have attached to you and where it is attached or what I intend to do to you.”

I felt the Gag being deflated and then it was re-inflated but this time the bladder felt totally different inside my mouth. It felt loose and seemed to flop about around my tongue and cheeks.

“I’m sure you are wondering what has happened to your inflatable Gag. Well instead of air inside the bladder there is a quantity of water flopping about inside it. It will make the bladder stretch and take up strange shapes. If I tilt the table backwards like this.” and I felt myself rotating backwards until I was lying horizontal on my back and I was instantly aware of what had happened to the Rubber bladder inside my mouth. The water flowed to the loose end of the bladder and it swelled out totally blocking the breathing tube in the centre of the gag making it impossible for me to breathe through my mouth. I had to rely on the nostril tubes to get enough air.

“You see prisoner I now have control of your breathing. If I pinch the ends of your nose tubes like this,” and my air supply was instantly cut-off and I was unable to breathe out or in. “you won’t survive very long. I think 4 minutes, if you are a non-smoker is the limit, but you will have passed out before the 4 minutes will have elapsed.” She rotated the table back to its original position and the water inside the Rubber bladder rolled into the front of my mouth and I was able to breathe normally through my mouth again. “However that little delight will be reserved for another part of your punishment.”

I felt her doing something to the valve on the front of the Gag and the bladder inside my mouth felt normal again, if having a mouth full of loose Rubber is normal. Mistress moved round in front of me and I felt zips being opened over my nipples, then her Rubber Gloved fingers were pulling and playing with my nipples making them hard and bringing me to the brink of orgasm again. She stopped and I felt something being pressed onto my chest at either side of each nipple and then pain shot into each nipple as she applied a clamp to each of my erect nipples. Now I could feel a tingling around each nipple and suddenly a stab of pain made my chest muscles flex and jump. The tingling started again and there was another stab of pain and once more my chest muscles flexed. This now continued with a short pause of tingling between each stab of pain. She tilted the table forward and I felt the clamps pulling at my nipples as if the clamps had weights hanging from them.

“There that is a nice gentle start prisoner. Each ‘titty’ muscle has a ‘tens’ unit wired to it and I have hung some small weights on the nipple clamps. So each pulse from the ‘tens’ unit makes your muscle twitch which is at the moment mildly painful. When the muscles twitch they make the weights jerk and that adds a little bit more to your suffering. I shall go off and have a nice refreshing cup of coffee. While I’m gone you can get used to this mild introduction to your impending period of acute suffering. When I come back I shall turn up the ‘tens’ units and see how much extra weight you can lift with your ‘titty’ muscles. When that is working properly I have several more ‘tens’ units for your cock and balls and of course some more clamps and weights. By then it will be teatime so you will be able to enjoy yourself for quite some time without me being here to do anything to you. I’ll be back soon to increase your suffering and I’ll see what I can do about some breathing control.”

She fiddled with the valve on my Gag and I felt the bladder go slack inside my mouth. Then I felt the Rubber Bladder swelling and filling the inside of my mouth. Just when I thought the Rubber Bladder would burst inside my mouth she stopped.

“I have removed the water from your Gag and pumped it up properly prisoner as I don’t want to have my coffee break disturbed with your moaning and groaning over the listening system. I don’t really need to have the listening system on seeing you can’t say anything but I do like to hear you gasping through your breathing tube and the clinking of the weight chains every time the ‘tens’ unit pulses. It reminds me that I have you in here suffering.”

I heard the door being closed and bolted and I was once again left to my suffering. If this was according to Mistress some mild suffering then I was wondering if I would be able to withstand the more serious suffering she was going to subject me to. I strained against the ropes holding me to the padded board, but with my arms secured across my back in the Rubber Strait Jacket I could get no leverage and she had made the criss-crossed ropes very tight. The ‘tens’ unit pulsed away and I gasped through the breathing tube of the heavily inflated Gag every time it sent a stab of pain into my chest muscle. The pain from the nipple clamps slowly reduced in spite of the jerk every time my muscles made a spasm.

Mistress seemed to be back very quickly and she put the ‘tippy table’ back into the upright position. This sent new pain sensations into my nipples as the weights now hung down in a different position. I felt her strapping something around my cock and balls and then I felt the nip of clips being attached to my foreskin and my ball bag. Now I felt her pressing something hard against the skin at various places around my cock and balls. I guessed I was now fitted up with more electrodes for another ‘tens’ unit and also there were clamps attached for weights to be added.

“Time to stop all this gasping and dribbling through your mouth tube prisoner. I don’t know why but when I restrict the breathing of my other prisoners they get an enormous erection. To ensure you get the maximum suffering from this punishment you need to maintain a very large erection.”

“If I pop this sealing cap over your mouth breathing tube you will have to use the nose tubes and once again my mouth breathing was cut off and I was forced to breathe only through the nostril tubes. Within a few minutes I could feel my cock rising in an enormous erection and like my Mistress, I had no idea why. She tipped the table forward and fresh waves of pain coursed through my nipples as the weights once more hung free. Now I felt the weights being attached to the clips on my balls and foreskin and new stabs of pain invaded another part of my body. Then a tingling sensation spread around my cock and balls and a sudden stab of pain sent my huge erection flicking forward. This made the weight hanging from my foreskin swing backwards and forwards and increased the pain I was already suffering from the weight. Now not only were my nipples being made to flex and twitch but also my cock and balls and each twitch sent waves of severe pain coursing through those very sensitive parts of my body. I now felt extra weights being added to the nipple clamps and also to the clips attached to my cock and balls, and then to add to my torment and suffering my cruel Mistress turned up the strength of the pulses from all three ‘tens’ units.

“If it wasn’t for your fully inflated Gag I think we could say you are wired for sound. But the Gag will ensure you remain silent. The ‘tens’ units all have brand new batteries in them so they will be able to keep working for at least ten hours. I shall go off and get my evening meal ready, and when I have eaten it I like to relax and catch up with the news on the television. When my assistant arrives later on this evening I’ll be able to introduce her to you and after deciding on her programme I can leave you to her tender mercies for the night. By the morning you will be a fully controlled prisoner. My assistant and I will be able to decide when and what you will have for your meals. They won’t be very appetising but unfortunately you won’t be able to taste them and you can be assured they will all be washed down with copious amounts of our very best vintage ‘Golden Champagne’. When we have filled you up we will be able to decide when you will be emptied. You will have no say in the matter, and the more we fill you up and the longer we leave you filled up the more you will suffer. Anyway enough of this idle chatter, I’ll leave you in peace for about three hours, well as peaceful as the ‘tens’ units and the clamps and weights will allow you.”

Once again I heard the door being closed and locked and I was alone in my world of Rubber, Bondage, Pain and Suffering. The ‘tens’ units kept up their steady stabs of pain into my nipples, cock and balls and the weights swung backwards and forwards adding to my suffering. Suddenly there was a clattering noise and my left nipple erupted in intense pain, and I realised the clamp had slipped off my nipple and dropped to the floor. I struggled to get enough air through the nose tubes as wave after wave of pain speared through my nipple. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness and I passed out. I came to and found the pain in my nipple had abated and I waited hopefully for the other clamp to drop off. After some time there was another clatter and pain seared into my right nipple as the other clamp dropped to the floor. Once again I struggled to get enough air as the pain enveloped my nipple and I passed out once more due to the lack of air. I came to and found my nipples were still being pulsed by the ‘tens’ units but there were now no weights swinging from my nipples. I felt I could cope with the pain in my cock and balls although I hoped the clamps would slip off of my cock and balls as they had from my nipples. Time passed slowly but there was no lessening of the pain in my cock and balls. I constantly struggled to get enough air through the nose tubes and I drifted in and out of consciousness. It all helped to make the pain filled time pass by and also helped to reduce the periods I had to endure the pain.

Time meant nothing, but suddenly I was aware that the pain had subsided and as I became more aware I realised that it had finally stopped. I could hear her moving things about and there was the unmistakable sound of buckles clinking and Rubber being flopped down onto the bench.

Mistress came and stood in front of me and looked down at the floor.

“I see my Rubber Bondage prisoner has avoided some of his suffering that I had intended he should experience. Perhaps I’ll have your nipples pierced and have some rings fitted through them. That will definitely stop the weights from falling off. However we have more pressing matters to be dealt with. I have decided we are going to play another of my little games. This one will be with my Assistant when she arrives. It’s called ‘Hide and Seek’.”

Chapter 9.

The way his Rubber Mistress plays ‘Hide and Seek’ is not the way children play it.

“I hide you away somewhere and my Assistant has to find you. However there is as always a sting in the tail of my little games. Every five minutes she has to spend trying to find you will earn you ten minutes of punishment. The time starts from when she begins looking for you until she has you back in the Dungeon. By the time she starts looking for you it will be quite dark and she will have to use a flashlight, which will be quite time consuming. It could take her at least an hour to find and get you back to the dungeon. My property is spread over five acres, which includes a field behind the house. Even the garden is about an acre. The weather forecast is for heavy rain tonight so you will be hidden outside. She will of course start her search inside in the dry and outside is the last place she looks. If she has to go up into the field in the rain looking for you then perhaps she will double your Punishment.”

“I’m sure you are now fully aware in just the short time you have had the misfortune to become my Rubber Bondage prisoner how easily I control your fate here at your Rubber Bondage prison. However, that’s enough talking it is time to get you dressed for our little game. In fact I think you really did enjoy the way you were dressed for the ‘Clothes Peg’ game so I’ll get you dressed in something similar.”

Mistress removed all the attachments to my nipples and my cock and balls and released the ropes and straps securing me to the ‘tippy table’. She released the Rubber Chest Waders and let them slide down to my waist. Then She unbuckled the Rubber Strait Jacket, and opened the rear zip.

“You can get yourself out of that lot, then wait until I have fitted a couple of extra items on you.”

After some struggling I managed to remove the Rubber Straight Jacket and the Rubber Chest Waders, but I had been given no instructions to remove the Head Harness, Rubber Hood or the Gag nor the Harness still secured around my cock. Mistress quickly slipped a thin Leather Strap around my waist and buckled it tightly behind me. She lifted up the cock harness and fitted the ring on the end of the Harness to a small clip at the front of the waist strap. My cock was now stretched upwards against my stomach. Then behind my cock and balls She secured the heavy Padlock and Chains.

“Now you can put on this Rubber Lined Shiny Black Rubber Suit, push the chains from your cock and ball Padlock out through the reinforced holes in the crotch of the suit, but don’t pull the attached Hood over your head.”

I picked up the Rubber Lined Shiny Black Rubber Suit and slid my feet inside the legs. Fitted to the ends of the legs were shaped, close fitting, attached feet. I pulled the Suit up over my legs and pushed the Chains out through the holes in the crotch. I pushed my arms into the sleeves and found the ends of the sleeves were sealed with a Mitten with just a single finger and thumb attachment. Mistress stepped in front of me and closed the zip up to my neck and She left the attached Hood hanging down over my back.

“Step into the Rubber Chest Waders and stand still while I thread the Chains through the holes in the crotch.”

She quickly slipped the Chains through the holes and lifted the Rubber Chest Waders up over my body and fastened the Straps and Buckles over my shoulders.

“Arms up, straight out in front of you prisoner.”

Mistress held up a Rubber Strait Jacket, which looked much longer than the other one I had been secured into. She Slipped it over my outstretched arms, concealing the shoulder straps and the upper part of the Rubber Chest Waders. She drew the edges of the Rubber Strait Jacket behind my back and quickly closed the rear zip and secured the Straps across my back. She buckled a wide Strap around each leg at the top of my thigh, and eight Straps attached to the bottom of the Rubber Strait Jacket were then fastened to Buckles fitted around the thigh Straps. This pulled the Rubber Strait Jacket down over my body and the lack of a crotch strap made sure the cock and ball Padlock was able to hang loosely inside the Rubber Suit. She pushed my arms down and folded them across my back. Two Straps were buckled tightly around my forearms and wrists, clamping my arms together, and the Strap on the sleeve ends was buckled tightly across my stomach, pulling my hands in tight against the sides of my body.

All this heavy Rubber Clothing and severe Bondage was making me very aroused and I could see now why She had secured my cock against my stomach. In this position I would be kept aroused as my cock rubbed against the Rubber Lined Suit, but the Harness made sure it was too painful to get any pleasure. Now She methodically went round and tightened every Strap and Buckle until it was almost impossible to flex any part of my body. She caught hold of the Chains attached to my cock and ball Padlock, stretched them out taut and padlocked them to a ringbolt set into the floor. Mistress went out of the Dungeon and was gone for several minutes. When She came back she was carrying a Heavy item of Rubber Clothing.

“This is your ‘piece de resistance’ prisoner. This item of Rubber Clothing on its own is a totally escapeproof item of Rubber Bondage. So when I get this on you there won’t be any doubt about your inability to escape. But first there is a little extra for you to endure.”

She buckled two pairs of heavy Leather Manacles around my legs. One pair of Manacles was fitted above my knees, and another pair below my knees. She unlocked the cock and ball Chains from the ringbolt, and threaded the Chains through rings attached to the Leather Manacles, letting the Chains hang down between my legs. She went over to a table in the corner of the Dungeon and came back with a handful of heavy weights with snap clips fitted to them. She clipped the weights to the Chains and immediately the Padlock around my cock and balls was pulled tight. I could see that walking would make the weights swing about and bump against my legs adding to the pain that was already building up just from the weights hanging on the Chains. The Rubber item was rolled out on the Bondage Table and I could see it was a long tube constructed from several layers of Rubber. Inside was Rubber Hospital Sheeting and outside was Shiny Black Rubber. There were straps attached to the bottom of the Rubber Tube.

She opened a full-length heavy zip down the Rubber Tube, then, lifting it up She dropped it over my shoulders. It hung like a lead sheath over my Rubber encased body and reached down to my ankles. She pulled the Hood of the Rubber Lined Black Shiny Rubber Suit outside the Rubber tube and closed the zip from the top to the bottom of the Rubber Tube and Padlocked the zip runner to a ring fitted to the bottom of the Rubber Tube. It had a high, stiff Collar, which She secured with two Straps and Buckles at the back of my neck and secured them with Padlocks. Then She knelt down and Leather Straps fitted to the bottom of the Rubber Tube were Strapped and Buckled tightly around my ankles and under the insteps of the Rubber Chest Waders, and more Padlocks made sure there was no possible means of escape.

This stretched the Rubber tube tightly down over my body and legs and I wondered how easy it was going to be to walk secured into this Rubber Bondage item. But I felt sure that this cruel Rubber Mistress did not intend to make anything easy for me.

“There I’m sure you are nice and comfortable inside your Rubber Bondage. The Rubber Tube is made from four layers of Rubber. There is Shiny Black Rubber on the outside and then there are three layers of Rubber Hospital Sheet. So even if you were free of any Bondage inside it you would be unable to bend down and lift it over your head assuming you could release the foot Straps and the Collar. But I have the key for all the Padlocks, so escape is completely out of the question.”

She clipped a lead to a ring attached to the front of the Collar on the Rubber Tube. She lifted up the Rubber Hood and left it hanging loosely over my head.

“I’ll fix your Hood properly once we are up in the field. It is a filthy night outside, blowing a gale and raining ‘cats and dogs’ just right for a game of ‘hide and seek’, so follow me and don’t lag behind.”

She gave the lead a sharp tug and I took my first tentative steps. As I thought the Rubber Tube didn’t allow me to move my legs to take a full step. Like when I had been made to play the ‘clothes peg’ game I had to take short, quick steps to be able to keep up with Her. The weights hanging on the cock and ball Chains swung about and knocked against my legs which only made them swing about more violently. This in turn made the Chains pull at the Padlock and tugged at my cock and balls, but the Harness holding my cock against my stomach ensured my cock wouldn’t move and I was in constant pain with every step I took. She led me stumbling after Her out of the Dungeon and through the passageways until suddenly we were outside. It was pitch dark, but as we moved forwards a floodlight came on lighting up the path in front of us. The rain was pouring down and it drummed against the tightly stretched Rubber Tube enclosing my Rubber encased and Bondaged body.

The Shiny Black Rubber Mackintosh and Rubber Boots Mistress was wearing glistened in the light as the water cascaded off of them. She tugged on the lead and I was pulled and half dragged across a wide expanse of grass, and then up a steep slope and along a rough, grassy track. My eyes had by now become accustomed to the darkness and through the restricted eyepieces of the Rubber Hood I was able to vaguely become aware of my surroundings. Eventually we stopped at a large steel gate in the hedge, which Mistress opened and pulled me through into a large field. She dragged me up the field and we walked into a small stand of trees and stopped. At last I was able to ease the pain in my cock and balls and the weights stopped swinging about and pulling at the cock and ball Padlock.

Mistress flashed Her torch about and in the flickering light I could see there was a large post fixed into the ground about six feet tall with a length of heavy Chain fixed to the top of it. Mistress unclipped the lead and Padlocked the end of the Chain to the ring on the front of my Collar. She pulled the loose Rubber Hood off my head and slid a Rubber Gasmask with a length of hose attached to it off Her arm and fitted it over my face and tightened the Straps. I was immediately aware of the restriction to my breathing the Gas Mask now made. The loose Rubber Hood was pulled back over my head and She tightened a drawstring fitted to the edge of the Rubber Hood. This drew the Rubber Hood tight around my head and face and as She pulled the string tighter so the opening became smaller until just the air pipe on the Gasmask was exposed. My sight was cut off and the noise of the rain beating on the tightly stretched Rubber Hood was almost deafening.

“My assistant will have no trouble finding you because you are not really hidden.”

“This is just an excuse to make sure you get some more Punishment, in addition to what you are suffering right now. You don’t need to see anything and I know the rain beating on the Rubber Hood is making it very hard for you to hear anything. If you want to walk about then feel free to do so. The Chain Padlocked to your Collar is thirty feet long, but if you fall over you won’t be able to get up again. You’ll do better to stand still and wait to be found by my assistant.”

I guessed Mistress had gone and I wondered what to do next. This certainly was a very biased game of ‘hide and seek’. The post with the chain attached seemed to be so very convenient, and I had not been properly hidden away as I had imagined, but I should have known that nothing this devious Rubber Mistress did was as I had imagined, and I wondered just how long it would take Her assistant to find me. The rain continued to pour down, but I remained snug and dry inside my enclosing and encasing Rubber Bondage. I was compelled to stay stood where Mistress had left me as I couldn’t see the ground and I knew the field was on a steep slope, and I had no desire to fall over and remain lying in the grass until I was found by Her assistant.

Suddenly the Rubber Hood was released and pulled off my face and I was dazzled as a bright torch was shone in my face. The torch was moved away and in the reflected light I could see a figure dressed in a long Shiny Black Rubber Mackintosh, a Sou’Wester in the same material and Black Rubber Boots which all glistened in the torch light as the rain ran down over the Shiny Black Rubber Mackintosh and the Shiny Black Rubber Sou’Wester. I felt the Padlock attaching the Chain to my Collar being unlocked. A lead was clipped to my Collar and a sharp tug told me to follow my captor. Going down the field was even more difficult and painful than being dragged up it, the Rubber Gas Mask restricted my breathing and my vision, and my captor only shone the torch to see where she was walking. I had to struggle and stumble along in the dark trying to stay on my feet. I could only follow blindly after this Rubber clad figure who seemed to be completely oblivious and indifferent to the pain I was suffering and my difficulty in trying to keep up with her without falling over.

Eventually we reached the buildings and the floodlight came on. My Rubber dressed captor led me inside and through the passageways into the dungeon. She dropped the lead and pulled the Rubber Hood back over my head and tightened the drawstring cutting off my vision and my hearing once again. I felt the padlocks securing the Heavy Rubber Tube being released, and then the Straps were undone and the zip opened. The Rubber Tube was removed and I was thankful for the relief from the heavy weight I had been carrying. I was pushed forward and my feet were in turn lifted up onto a platform and my assumption that I was being secured to the ‘tippy table’ again was confirmed as I felt the rope being laced across my back and drawn very tight. My head was secured into the harness and the table was tilted backwards until I was lying horizontal on my back.

Chapter 10

In which he becomes a very real Rubber Bondage prisoner.

She removed the weights from the chains attached to my cock and ball Padlock and pulled them back through the rings on the leg Manacles. I felt the chains being pushed down between my legs and then the weights were refitted and it felt as if she had fitted some extra ones. I could see there was to be no let up in my suffering. She was just as cruel as my Rubber Mistress at whose hands I had already suffered so much.

I faintly heard my captor leave the dungeon and lock the door behind her. I was not being allowed even the faintest chance to attempt to escape. She was just as concerned about my security as my Rubber Mistress. Now bound tightly to the ‘tippy table’ and still encased in the Rubber Lined Shiny Black Rubber Suit, Rubber Strait Jacket, Rubber Chest Waders, Rubber Hood, Gag and Gas Mask I wondered how long I would have to wait before she returned to start my punishment preparation. Once again I lost track of time but I guessed I had been left trussed to the ‘tippy table’ for about and hour when I heard the dungeon door being unlocked and I could hear voices and guessed it was Mistress and Her assistant come back to start on my Punishment. I could sense they were stood very close to me and I could just hear Mistress talking to Her assistant.

“Now you are sure you understand what I want done to him. When you have removed the Rubber Strait Jacket, the Rubber Chest Waders, the Rubber Mask and the Rubber Lined Suit put him back on the ‘tippy table’. You will be able to get at all his holes. When he is fully Cathetered take him into the Stable and let him have a shower. Get him into the one piece skin tight Rubber Suit then bring him back into the dungeon and fit him into the Rubber, Double Skin Padded Suit. Then you can apply the wrap over the padded suit. Just leave his nose tubes outside and of course the catheters. I had ten rolls of 500 metre length industrial cling wrap and five rolls of heavy duty shrink wrap along with 50 rolls of 3” black ‘gaffer’ tape sent up from my wholesaler late this afternoon. You can use the hairdryer to get the shrink film to tighten up. Heat up each layer as you apply it, that way it is much tighter than trying to do all the layers at the end. I’m off to bed so I’ll let you get started and I’ll see you early in the morning.”

I heard the dungeon door close and I was aware of someone stood in front of me.

“You don’t need to know my name prisoner, just remember I am as dedicated to the control of Rubber Bondage prisoners as your Rubber Mistress. It is sufficient for you know I delight in preparing disobedient Rubber Bondage prisoners for Punishment so they will suffer endless torment and torture.” It was a new voice that spoke to me with a broad Cornish accent.

“I hear you have been very disobedient to your Rubber Mistress prisoner. However, your Rubber Mistress has changed Her plans for you. I was expecting to prepare you for some serious Punishment but that has been altered, I am now going to prepare you for long term Rubber Bondage and your Rubber Mistress really does mean long term.”

“First you will have a nice hot soapy enema, then a long colonic washout. Then when you are nice and clean and empty I shall insert catheters up your bum hole, into your bladder and into your stomach. After the messy bit is done I can get on with what I like best. When I’ve finished you will know what Rubber Bondage is all about. So shall we begin prisoner or do you want some time to think about it, no I think not, we have a busy night in front of us and I want you ready for your cruel Rubber Mistress to start your indoctrination in the morning.”

The ‘tippy table was rotated to bring me back into an upright position and the ropes holding me to it were released.

“Step back onto the floor and walk backwards five paces.”

I did as she instructed and the Gas Mask was removed and the Gag was deflated and the Head Harness removed. Then she quickly released the Rubber Strait Jacket and the tight Rubber Hood. Then pulling apart the edges of the Rubber Strait Jacket she was able to undo the Rubber Chest Wader shoulder straps

“Now then get yourself out of all that Rubber Bondage and take off the Rubber Suit, then when I’ve removed the cock and ball Padlock you can stand back on the ‘tippy table’ facing towards it.”

With some struggling I managed to do as she said and waited while she unlocked the Padlock. Then I stood back on the foot-rests facing the padded surface of the ‘tippy table’. She quickly refitted the ropes and soon had me secured even tighter to the table. But she didn’t fit the head harness.

“Just one little removal to be done. You won’t need any hair for quite some time so it is all coming off. I shall shave your head now and you can make sure the rest of your body is smooth when you are in the shower later on.”

I was in no position to object so I waited for her to shave my head. She used a pair of electric clippers and very swiftly reduced my hair to a short stubble. Using an electric razor she worked away at the stubble until my head was a smooth as a billiard table. The head harness was now strapped firmly in place and I was once more secured to the ‘tippy table’ and ready for her medical ministrations. I felt something cold being rubbed all over my cock and then the foreskin was pulled back and something hard was pressing against the tip of my cock. I felt something sliding inside my cock and slowly it was pushed deeper and deeper and eventually stopped. My foreskin was pushed forward and I felt something was being wrapped along the length of my cock.

“That’s the end of any erections you might have expectations about prisoner. It would seem your cruel Rubber Mistress doesn’t want you to have any pleasure at all during your long term Bondage. Erections and pleasure would be very distracting while you are being indoctrinated.”

She tilted the table forwards so that my body was inclined at an angle to the floor, and I felt her fingers probing at my bum hole. Then a large tube was pushed deep inside my bum and I felt a bladder expanding inside. The table was tilted again and I found myself lying tilted even further forward with my feet higher than my head. Then I felt warm liquid running up inside my bum hole and I wondered how on earth I could expel the enema, secured as I was to the ‘tippy table’. I certainly wouldn’t have to sit on a bucket in the corner cage and be humiliated again. But I should have realised that with an obvious medical expert in control of me the enema was being given under proper clinical conditions. I was aware that I hadn’t had any solid food for at least 48 hours and it might even be longer than that. Also my Rubber Mistress had given me that massive enema and then given me the liquid feed. So there couldn’t be much in the way of solids inside me. I could feel the enema working away inside me but my tormentor made no attempt to release it. I could hear her making various noises around me in the dungeon as if she was preparing equipment or something. Then suddenly the table was rotated until I was lying on my back, this time my feet were lower than my head, and the bladder was deflated and the tube pulled quickly out of my bum hole. The enema expelled itself with some force, and I could feel it was no more than liquid squirting out from inside me. The table was lifted up again and a larger tube was forced deep inside my bum hole and once again I could feel liquid flowing deep inside me. After a short while I felt it being expelled down the tube in my bum hole. This went on for ages before the flow finally stopped and I felt quite exhausted and empty.

“There that wasn’t too bad was it prisoner. Two holes filled, plugged and fully under control and all nice and clean and empty inside. There is just one more hole to fill and plug and then we can get you cleaned up and dressed ready to make a start on getting you wrapped up for Christmas.”

The table was tilted back so that I was now in an upright position but leaning slightly backwards.

“Open your mouth prisoner, I want to pour in a small amount of olive oil. When I push the catheter into your mouth swallow the oil and the catheter. It will slide down into your stomach very easily on the olive oil. About a teaspoonful of oil was poured into my mouth and was quickly followed by a very large tube which she pushed to the back of my mouth and as I swallowed the oil the catheter was pushed further in and passed over the back of my tongue and down into my throat. I felt the catheter passing down inside my gullet and on down towards my stomach. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a Rubber Plug. It was shaped to fit along the inside of my cheeks and a central wedge went between my teeth and also held my tongue down to the bottom of my mouth. An outer flange of soft Rubber moulded itself over my lips and formed an airtight seal to my mouth. Next a thick Rubber mouth brank and chin cup was strapped tightly across my sealed mouth and underneath my jaw. There was no possible way I could push the device out of my mouth, and the chin cup held my bottom jaw closed against my top jaw preventing me from opening my mouth by even a small crack. The inner wedge holding my tongue made a perfect silencer and all I could manage was a low grunt from the back of my throat.

“That’s nice isn’t it prisoner. All holes filled and properly silenced. Now I’ll release you from the ‘tippy table’ and we’ll soon be able to start getting you wrapped up.”

She released the ropes holding me to the ‘tippy table’ and I stepped down onto the floor now fully aware of the three tubes dangling from my cock, bum and mouth. She buckled a Rubber Collar around my neck clipped a lead to it and led me out of the dungeon. We quickly made our way into my accommodation and she removed the Rubber Collar.

“Have a good shower prisoner and make sure you dry yourself properly. When you are dry give every bit of your body a good covering of talcum powder. Then come out into the main room.”

I didn’t linger too long in the shower but made sure I was properly dry and fully powdered all over. She was waiting out in the main room with a thin Rubber Suit.

“You can put this on but be very careful as it is quite thin and a very tight fit.”

I carefully put the thin Rubber Suit on and it fitted like a second skin. It had attached feet and the sleeves were closed at the ends like a pair of mittens. Once my arms were in the sleeves and my hands were enclosed in the mittens I was unable to do any more towards putting on the Rubber Suit. She pulled the attached Hood up over my face and head and I shuddered as the Rubber slid over my now hairless head. The bum catheter had been pushed out through a hole in the crotch of the Rubber Suit and my balls and cock with the fitted catheter had been pushed out through a tight hole in the front of the Rubber Suit. The Hood had a small hole at the mouth for the feeding catheter and there were just small nostril holes to let me breathe and small eye holes gave me very limited vision. She stretched the edges of the suit and Hood across the back of my body and head and carefully closed a zip up to the top of my head. She buckled the Rubber Collar around my neck and gave the lead a tug and I followed her back through the passageways into the dungeon. I was led across the dungeon and she bent down and fastened a pair of manacles around my ankles, which were linked with a short chain. She padlocked the link chain to the ring set in the floor.

“Now you are secure we can have a short one way chat prisoner. I’m sure you have heard about total deprivation, it is being deprived of all sensory feelings and that is how you will end up. I expect this will be something new for you prisoner. Well let me explain how it is done. You will be fed and emptied on a continuous cycle. Mistress may leave you alone for long periods of time and then she will attend to you at short intervals. This way you do not get into any sort of routine and any attempt to measure the passage of time will become more and more difficult until time will have no meaning at all. Mistress may speak to you, but it will be through headphones, so at all other times you will be in a world of total silence. The only sensation you will experience will be the pain from being kept in one position continuously. You will be kept suspended in a multi-point harness which is woven into the wrapping around your body and limbs so there will be no pressure points to feel which will remove any sensations you might get if you were lying on a bed or standing in a corner. Compared with your little overnight experiences this will be an epic immobility Punishment. Your body will demand, and then crave to be allowed to move and you will be unable to satisfy that craving. When your Mistress eventually releases you, you will in all probability be a totally different person. Initially you will have only one desire - to be released - but after several days you will have lost any comprehension of days or hours or minutes, and thoughts of release will vanish. Even the desire to move will reduce and you will be unaware of your immobility. Your imagination will create the illusion you are moving about and your isolation will then be complete. I shall see to your recovery, which will take several days, as you will have to learn how to walk again, and you will have difficulty hearing, talking and thinking. Strangely enough it will change you without you having to remember it. In fact I think your Mistress has some ulterior motive for wanting you done up like you will be shortly.”

She released the padlock securing my ankles to the floor and removed the ankle manacles.

“Lift up your right leg and push it down into the leg of the Rubber Suit I’m holding.”

I lifted my leg and she guided it into a thick, soft tube. She pulled the suit up over my waist and guided my arms into the sleeves. This extra suit felt heavy and firm, but at the same time it felt soft and bulky. I felt her close a zip at the back up to my neck and the suit closed around my body making it difficult to let my arms hang down at my sides. The sleeves ended in mittens like the thin Rubber Suit making my hands completely useless. My cock was placed inside a compartment, which held it facing upwards against my stomach and the catheter was fed out through the top of the compartment. It was then curled round and pushed out through a small hole in the crotch along with the bum catheter

“There, you are now enclosed in a thick, padded Rubber Suit. It has a thick Rubber skin on the inside and the outside, and between those two thick layers of Rubber is a thick layer of Kapok. The hood is constructed in the same way and when I pull the hood up and zip it up you won’t be able to hear anything until your Mistress uses her communicator, which will allow her to speak to you. It will prevent you getting any sensations from the twenty layers of wrapping I shall now encase you in. To make sure all the layers stay in place there will be a final wrapping of five layers of heavyweight adhesive tape.”

”It is called ‘Gaffer’ tape and is used in the Theatrical Industry for sticking literally anything to anything. The particular brand that I will be using on you has the added advantage that it can be ‘heat cured’ to ensure it can’t be pulled apart. When it is time for you to be released all the wrappings will have to be cut off of you.”

“Now lift your left arm up and hold it out sideways and keep it there.”

I could feel some material being wound around my arm not very tightly but it covered my arm from my shoulder down to the tip of my hand.

“Now lift your right arm up the same as your left arm. ”

Material was now wrapped around this arm in the same way as my left arm. I heard the sound of a hairdryer and at the same time the material tightened itself around my arm. She did the same to my left arm and now both my arms were stiff and rigid and I realised they had been wrapped in shrink film and then heated up to make the film shrink around my arms and hands. Then I could feel the film being wrapped around each leg and again heated up to make it shrink and grip my Rubber encased legs. Then she started at my chest and passed several layers over each shoulder and continued to wind it around my body down to the tops of my legs.

Once more the shrink film was heated up and my body was now encased in a tight sheath pressing the padded Rubber Suit against the thin Rubber Suit. Now she wrapped more film around each arm and then around my legs and finally around my body and as this was not heated up I guessed it was cling film.

“Lower your arms and press them against the sides of your body.”

My arms stuck fast to the sides of my body as the layers of cling film gripped each other.

“Now then I’m going to help you to step up onto this little platform in front of you, when you are on the platform bring your legs tightly together.”

I felt her catch hold of my left leg which was now completely stiff and unbending, and she lifted it sideways and upwards and then swung it forward, at the same time she pushed at my wrapped body and I felt myself rise off the ground. I brought my legs together and like my arms I found they were now stuck together. I felt something being attached to the top of my head harness and tension was applied to it, which then tightened the harness around my head and stopped me wavering about. Now I felt she was wrapping layer after layer of material around my ankles and then slowly she continued up my legs, around my knees and then up over my thighs. As she covered my thighs I could feel my hands and then my wrists were being trapped under these layers of material, which I guessed was cling film. She carried on up over my body pinning my arms to my sides making movement utterly impossible. She reached my shoulders and I could feel layers being passed over each shoulder and then around the lower part of my neck. She stopped the wrapping and I suddenly felt myself move and I realised the platform I was stood on was on wheels. I was pushed up against the ‘tippy table’ and a length of rope secured my immobile body to it.

The head harness was removed and what felt like a thick, dense padded Rubber Hood was pulled over my head. Stiff Rubber Tubes were pushed deep inside my nostrils and the Hood was zipped up at the back. As the wrapping now continued around my head and face I became more and more aware of the silence I was being immersed into. I had been able to hear the cling film being pulled from the roll but that sound had now vanished and I was enveloped in an eerie silence. None of the layers were applied tightly but there was no slack left anywhere, and I could feel my head was gradually becoming rigidly fixed as she built up the layers of cling film around my head and neck. Apart from my feet, which I felt sure would be dealt with before she finished her task my whole body was now encased in an unyielding shell. I could recall some years ago going into hospital for an operation and I was given an epidural which made my legs and feet completely numb. I could remember sending messages to my feet to move and nothing happened. I now felt in very much the same situation. I was sending messages to my hands to move and nothing was happening.

My arms and my hands appeared to be detached from my body. I knew they were there, but I didn’t have any control over them. I could feel more material being wrapped around my legs and the feeling slowly climbed upwards over my thighs and then over my body, until finally I could feel my head was being wrapped in a much stiffer material. I could only assume this was the ‘Gaffer’ tape that was being wrapped around me, and I knew it was the final layers to encase me totally. I could breathe easily through the nostril tubes mainly because being unable to move I was not making any exertion to increase my breathing rate. I could feel more tape being wrapped around my legs and body. It seemed she was applying extra tape around my ankles, thighs, waist and shoulders. I was suddenly aware that I was no longer standing on my feet. It felt as if I was floating in the air.

I assumed the extra tape was used to attach a harness of some sort to the outside of the body wrap. As there were no pressure points on my body I had no sensation of contact with anything, I felt totally detached and isolated in a world of silence and darkness. At last I felt my feet being wrapped in the layers of cling film and then the final layer of ‘Gaffer’ tape.

I was now totally mummified. I could sense I was swinging gently but the movement was difficult to detect. I could feel the Rubber enclosing me but it did not produce any real sensation. I couldn’t be sure if my eyes were open or closed. There was nothing to see. I could feel the Gag and the feeding tube in my mouth but they were as fixed as the rest of my body. The same went for the catheters in my cock and my bum hole, I was aware of them but as they were now firmly secured under the layers of wrapping they did not move and create any sensation. I wondered what I would feel when Mistress used the catheters for feeding and cleaning me. I realised I had no sensation of time, I couldn’t visualise how long all this wrapping had taken, it might have been six hours or it might have been one hour, I felt totally detached from reality.

But I knew this was all very real. I was a Rubber Bondage prisoner being taken way beyond my limits by two very determined women who seemed to be concerned only with making my very existence a constant battle with sanity. I wondered how on earth my Mistress intended to deliver the promised 100 strokes every morning. I realised that it would give me a reference point to know when each day was starting. But somehow I had a feeling that things were not going to be that simple. I could feel myself losing touch with my own thoughts and I could feel myself drifting off into some sort of ‘limbo’ state. I must have slept or dozed because I was suddenly aware of noise in my ears. I struggled and kicked, or so I thought but as I came to my senses I knew I hadn’t moved a fraction. I felt I was moving but the sensation was totally wrong. Then the noise came again and I realised my Mistress was talking in my ears.

“Good morning prisoner, welcome to your new dark world of silent punishment. My assistant has made an absolutely superb job of your mummification, the only things that show there is something inside the wrapping are the five tubes poking out that are your lifelines. Two tubes to breathe through, one tube to feed you and two tubes to clean you out. I have been watching you hanging in your carapace for ages, and I haven’t detected the slightest movement. Even now you are awake, and aware, you haven’t twitched at all. I shall now tell you what is really going to happen to you. Everything else I said previously was not quite true, in fact your cruel Rubber Mistress lied to you, but then I am doing that all the time, and if I had told you what was going to happen to you I think you would have made a very strong effort to escape which is something I had no intention of allowing to happen. I’ve had a mobile frame made up which will allow me to move you out of my dungeon into my Conservatory. It has a nice Rubber Cover fitted over it so you will be completely concealed, unless I chose to show you to any of my visitors. Obviously I can’t have you occupying my dungeon for a whole month as I have other prisoners to attend to.”

”Yes! Prisoner, you heard right, a month. That’s how long your punishment is to last. Perhaps I shouldn’t call it punishment anymore, I think conditioning would be more suitable. You will be fed continuously so there will be no meal times to let you measure the passage of time, and the catheters will be on continuous drain so there will be no sensations with regard to your body functions. There will be very little communication between us if any, but you will be subjected to a continuous tape recording which by the end of the month will have conditioned you to become my ideal Rubber Bondage slave.”

“I have already set the wheels in motion for your flat to be cleared out and it will be rented out. When this little ordeal is over you will be able to make arrangements to sell it as well as your car as you will be living here on a very permanent basis. You will then have some money to be able to buy a full Rubber wardrobe suitable for a Rubber Bondage slave. There is another small, self-contained flat here, which will become your home. It is completely secure, there are no doors to the outside and all the windows are barred. It can only be accessed through my living accommodation, and by the time you are ready to serve me that door will have a remote operated lock on it, so you will only pass through that door when I want you to.”

”At all times you will be fully encased in Rubber. You will be kept totally hairless which will ensure full contact with your totally enclosing Rubber dress. Whenever you are serving me you will wear a Collar and wrist and ankle Manacles all made from stainless steel, and only your Mistress will be able to remove them. Chains will be attached to the Collar and Manacles when you are on duty, so from the outside you will look just how a Rubber Bondage slave should look. They will be a constant reminder to you that you are not free. Every time you feel the restriction of your Chains, and hear them ‘clinking’ you will be reminded of just what you are. A permanent Rubber Bondage slave to your Rubber Mistress and you will be at my beck and call day and night.”

“You will attend to my every need and whim, also to many of my friends needs. Your whole life will become a constant round of pain and pleasure in Rubber and Bondage which is I’m quite sure what you have always dreamed about. When I go away sometimes to deal with clients in their own homes or when I go on holiday, you will be transferred to another location where you will provide someone else with whatever pleasure they might desire, and they will ensure your state of permanent Rubber Bondage is continued unabated. But that’s enough of this idle chatter. It’s time to move you to your new home and start your conditioning to become my Rubber Bondage slave.”

The headphones ‘clicked’ and I returned to my world of total silence. After a while I felt I was swinging about again and several times I felt I was being bumped against something, but as I had discovered there was no real sensation and no way to detect what was being done to me or what was happening around me. I could only assume I was being moved into the conservatory where I was to be kept for - how long did she say - a month. I wondered just what effect this prolonged period of isolation would have on me and what was this tape recording that was going to be played to be during the isolation. I could well imagine that it would have some effect on me and I wondered if the much talked about ‘brainwashing’ really did happen to people.

I swam in a black, dark sea, but I couldn’t feel the water against my body and for some reason I didn’t seem to be doing anything to make myself move through the water. I was floating and drifting aimlessly, always I thought I was moving towards land, towards something firm and solid. But it always seemed to be just out of reach and a strong tide kept moving me away from the land I was trying to reach. Always there was the voice in my head, telling me about what I would find when I reached the land. I would find a land where all my dreams and fantasies would become reality, where I could be what I had always dreamed of wanting to be. I would be able to live every second of every minute of every hour of every day dressed totally from head to toe in heavy, Black close fitting Rubber Clothes.

I would be secured in a set of shiny, clinking Chains, which I would wear as a sign of my servitude to my Rubber Mistress. I would do all the things that a Black Rubber clad slave would be expected to do. I would serve my Rubber Mistress who would be dressed in shiny Black Rubber, and in serving her I would be rewarded with endless pleasure and joy. The voice was relentless, it told me the same things over and over, again and again. The voice changed the story from time to time, but it always came out the same in the end. Gradually all the niggling worries I had, vanished, as the voice convinced me that my future would be what I had always wanted and always dreamed about. Now was my chance to live my life as I really wanted and never be unhappy ever again.

IN CONCLUSION.

I am what I have always been, a Rubber Bondage slave serving his Rubber Mistress as she commands me to. My whole life is full to the brim with Rubber and Bondage.

Only my Rubber Mistress can release any of my permanent manacles and chains. The heavy steel Collar, Waist Belt and Wrist and Ankle Manacles are all secured with special threaded bolts and they are all linked together with lengths of heavy welded chain. She can always hear my chains and be assured I have not managed to release myself. I must keep my body and head completely hairless and I am locked into a heavy total enclosure Rubber Suit all day, and I sleep in it all night. A heavy Rubber Hood is zipped, laced and padlocked over my head and face. The eyes have dark lens fitted to them and a large Rubber breathe-thro’ Gag is strapped and padlocked in place. If I have been good She will remove the Gag and unlock the access zips in the Rubber Suit to allow me to eat and use the toilet. The heavy Rubber Suit is unlocked once a day to allow me to shower and wash the inside and outside of the Rubber suit. I am not allowed to dry the inside of the Rubber Suit I must put it back on wet to ensure the Heavy Rubber clings to my hairless body and makes me fully aware of my Rubber enclosure. My Mistress disciplines me in it when I make mistakes, sometimes I am deliberately obtuse as I do so enjoy being disciplined. But She is well aware of those occasions and applies Her discipline more severely.

What else is there to say, I am Her Rubber Bondage slave and I always have been right from my childhood, it just took some time for us to find each other and meet up. You asked if She is cruel to me. I have no idea if She is cruel. Whatever She does to me when I am being disciplined is I’m sure well deserved, so how can it be cruel if I deserve it.

As to pleasure then that comes from serving my Rubber Mistress and there are of course those secret times when we are together in a more intimate manner. But as always it is not my pleasure that is of any importance. It is the pleasure my Rubber Mistress gets from my service to Her, that is of paramount importance. I suppose I obtain some pleasure when I am on occasions loaned to other Mistresses or, I am looked after by Her ‘friends’ when She goes away on holiday. They do relax some of the rigid regime my Mistress imposes on me. I am her Rubber Bondage slave and that is all I have ever wanted to be.