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Isabella was tired of male slaves. She wanted a female one. She wanted to see how refreshing or interesting it would be humiliating and dominating a female slave would be as opposed to them male ones she was used to. She got one and she enjoyed making her lick her feet and do all the cruel things she wanted. She liked it because they were easier to handle than male slaves.

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She took another look in the mirror, her blonde hair was braided and reached the top of her rump, her breasts full of milk, her flabby abs, her short legs, and big ass.

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She was stunned. He pushed her through the still open door. She began too fight. He let go of her mouth and reached in his back pocket, he pulled out a syrenge and before she knew it, he had it in her thigh. She instantly began to feel dizzy. .When Crystal woke up, everything was blurry, yet she knew she was in her own bed.

Her hands were bound together at the top of the bed with her own scarves. She was naked. She began to strugle.

Her feet were tied to either side of the bed.

She could feel the fear build up inside. She heard voices. A woman laughed, followed by mens laughter. They were coming closer. She closed her eyes, and layed still. The man outside the door says, "and now, the grand prize is." and swung the door open.

Then a man in nothing but a choker around his neck with a chain dangleing behind him entered the room, immedietly followed by a women in a short leather skirt and a boobless bra, with the other end of the chain upon her wrist. The man who attacked her then stepped in, closed the door and said, ".isn't she a beauty?" as he reached over and pinched her very full breast, causing milk to spray in the air and land on Crystals face and breasts.

She opened her eyes. The woman purred loudly, and pounced on the other side of her. A chain connected to the naked mans neck rattled as she bounced to where the other breast lay.

This made Crystal open her eyes wide. The man with his hand pinching and squeezing her right tit said "good evening beautiful." and layed his lips on her, forcing his tounge in her clenched jaw. Still dizzy from the drug, she allowed his tounge in. The sensation from his tounge touching hers made her pussy betray her fear, as she felt the wetness begin.

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Her breasts were so full the other on the right was squirting from the excitement that the cat like woman was causing on the left. The man with the chain on his neck stood at the end of the bed waiting for his master to tell him what to do. His cock brunette pushing her ass on boyfriends dick and errect.

The other man still tounging away, stopped and said " Tina! I want you to eat her pussy. Make Sam suck her tits." The woman growled and said "Yes. Slave! suck and bite her tits." The slave did as he was told. Tina did too. She climbed between Crystals legs and spread her pubic hairs so she could look. She was beautiful, her pussy lips wer big and lucsious and her clit pertruded up like a small dick. Tina purred then began liking.

She liked the taste, it was sweet, there was no smell.She licked from top to hole, then to her ass. Crystals pussy was tingling. She was enjoying kissing a man who she did not know while having another suck and squeeze her tits, with a woman eating her pussy like no man ever had. The man stopped kissing her and looked her deep in her eyes for a long moment, then he said "you like this don't you, slut?" she was stunned and didn't answer.

"I said 'you like this don't you, SLUT?" and she began shaking her head yes. "Then say you like it, and say it loud." She didn't say anything.

He reached over and grabbed the guy by the chain and pulled up causing him to choke, " fuck her, slave, don't cum in her, but fuck her like you want me to fuck you." Then Tina moved to the side and Sam stepped in between her legs. he stood up on his knees and Crystal really saw his dick for the first time.

It was huge. At least 10 or 11 inchess. He placed the head of it at the entry of her hole, when the other guy said 'STOP! Now, bitch, say you like being gang fucked as loud as can be." She said nothing. "say it," and he put his hand on her throat and choked her as he bent down and shoved his tounge in her lips again. he pulled back and demanded she do as she was told while he still choked her.

He let go and she gasped for air, and said nothing. He demanded Sam to put his dick in her. He was still rubbing her clit, and she was rocking with his motion.

The other grabbed her neck again and started choking her and telling sam to fuck her harded. Crystals breath was gone and she could feel herself pass out. Sam did not stop fucking her and tina noticed that she passed out and he was still choking her, so she attacked him. She jumped, her pussy landed in Crystals face, but her hands landed on his neck. "o.k. o.k." he said and she backed up, rubbing her sweet smelling pussy lips across Crystals face lips.

She woke up from the scent. She began licking and sticking her tounge in her hole, and Tina responded by sitting on her chest. "Say what Tony want you to say." and Crystal did."I like to get gang fucked" "louder." so she yelled it "I like being gang fucked!" Tina then stuck her pussy back up to her lips and she lifted to meet it with her tounge.

Tony saw that Sam was still doing as he was told and wanted to taste.

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He bent down and began licking Sams huge shaft as he pounded Crystal. When Sam felt the other mans tounge touch his dick, he began to moan. Sam pulled out of Crystal and pushed his dick in Tonys mouth hard. Tony took it in then spit it out and began licking Saams saft up and down. Tony licked up and down untill it was covered in his spit, then with one hand he lifted Sams dick to his mouth til it reached the back of his throught.

" Oh god yes. Oh Tony!" He moaned as the man sucked up and down, using his tounge the whole time to tickle and tease the head of Sams dick, making Sam moan louder with each stroke.

Tony tasted Sam as his pre-cum leaked out and said, "now fuck her hard, but don't you cum." Sam minded Dave and took his how bigger dick at the opening of her hole. " You ready ?" asked a man who sounded familliar to Crystal from the corner of the room, "Wait!" and he stepped into the light and closer too the bed.

It was James. Her husband. He was walking to the bed, naked, his dick harder than she had ever seen it, and he was swinging a whip in his hands. He walked over to his wifes face and said as he swung the whip across both of her full breasts making them sting, "So my little bitch likes to be fucked by strangers" and he swung again hitting her leg.

she cried out. He said "I want the bitch to fuck her now," and full rape xxx story in jungle Sam back. He obeyed and stood up his dick stood streight up in the air and was at least 12 inches and ready to cum. Crystal wanted to feel it in her. She watched James hand the woman called Tina a huge double headed dildo.

Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across Crystals body and kissed her hard and deep. Her skinny body lingered above Crystals breasts and brushed the nipple gently sending chills of excitement through her, as she monster orgy more than people in one room her husband kiss Tina.

He pulled her back and pushed her on the bed beside his wife. "If I untie your hands, will you fight?" he asked his wife. Crystal nodded and said "no." James untied her hands, and told her to watch him eat Tinas pussy.

Then he shoved his face in her twat, while laying across Crystals stomach. Crystal watched as he licked up and down her shaved slit. Crystal examined her body, her perky tits with bright pink nipples, her tight abs, her button nose, and kissable lips.

Crystal with her legs still bound to either side of the bed and her husband laying on he stomach, and two men sucking face at he end of the bed, reached over and began squeezing Tinas nipples and breast.

Tina purred and reached over to Crystals full breast and pinched hard on the nipple making Crystal scream. James lifted his face and said "Very sweet. now,fuck her." and the woman took the dildo and began putting it in herself. James assisted by grabbing her hand and shoving it hard so she yellped, he shoved again, she yelped.

Her pussy was tight like her abs. He shoved the dildo again, with no success of entry, he pulled it out of her hand and threw it. He then jumped off the bed and walked around the two men at the foot of the bed, who were now stroking eachothers cocks on the floor, slapped both of their asses, and walked to the closet, and walked to Tina.

He grabbed her waist and said "get on your knees." She obeyed. He stapped a vibrating dildo around her waist, then slowly, touching her inside of her thighs pulled the other stap up her but crack and clasped it to the waist. He then told her to fuck fucked preggio honey gets a mouthful of cum wife.

She climbed between Crystals legs and without stopping shoved the vibrating cock in. Crystal screamed and then moaned. Tina began rocking slowly in and out. Tina was shorter than Crystal by 4 and a half inches, so with her pussy acting like a dick inside her, Tina sucked and squeezed the milk from Crystals breast effortlessly.

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James liked what he saw on th floor so he demanded that they both stop. "You two cock-suckers come suck my cock while I watch my wife fuck this woman." since her hands were free Crystal was touching tinas back and tits.

The vibrator rested on Tinas clit, and Tina rocked on Crystals clit as she lifted her hips in and out of Crystals tight hole. The two of them began to climax together. Tina bit Crystal hard as she came. The mean time, James was on his knees while the two kissing bandits licked his cock clean. He said "stop. I want one more thing.

Sam fuck my wife while I fuck you." Sam did. First he untied her legs, then turned her over, he put his 12 inches of raw meat at the opening of her slit. With his hands on her hip he pulled her back on his dick. She moaned. he pushed her face down and spread his legs. "I am ready for you" he told James. James placed his 7 inch cock at Sams opening. It was wet with anticapation. James pushed and the head of his dick popped in. He pushed harder and the rest slid in with ease. They pounded and pounded until all three were cumming at the same time.

.after the three extras left and Crystal and James were liing alone, James took Crystal in his armes and held her for a moment, then said in a low soft voice "thank you my love.

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Can a girl be too tight?

Just wondering, I know too loose is bad but I wasn't sure if a girl can be so tight it hurts a guy or something. also, is it a turnoff or... Show More

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Most Helpful Opinion

  • For anyone that doesn't fall way outside the norms, no. It's never so tight that it isn't pleasurable. I can definitely become a challenge to get it in and there could be a lot of pressure, but you can still feel the pleasure of moving in and out. If it hurts it's a mixed bag and depends on personality. It could provide a sense of pride since guys pay a lot of attention to their size and a girl saying ow makes them feel big. It could both them too if they're very sympathetic, but as long as you assure them that it still feels good, they should get over it.

    • Didn't figure it was you. You would already know the answer if it was.

What Guys Said 5

  • Not a weird question: there can be a condition named dyspareunia: link Men can suffer from it too.

    That 'being too tight' is rarely caused by an underdeveloped vagina ('too tight') because a girl having an underdeveloped vagina will probably not have her periods yet and be aware of that.

    The general symptom of dyspareunia is pain when having intercourse. The possible origins and causes are detailed in the link from wikipedia I gave ( more than one)

    I'd suggest you to talk to your gyno about it.

    When a guy and a girl having both some kind of dyspareunia try to have sex they will both have pain, of course.

  • Never heard of a girl being so tight it hurt the guy. I'd say it's more likely to hurt her. As far as whether that's a turn off or not, if it seems like she's in pain that is kind of a turn off. You don't want to hurt her, and if it seems like she's in pain the whole time that's going to kinda ruin the mood.

  • Most guys will like it tight, but I will say that I have been with a girl that was so tight that it hurt.

  • only if he can't get it in lol, and I can't speak for everyone but her saying ow or showing pain isn't a turn off but it may make him be gentler or stop and ask whats wrong

What Girls Said 4

  • a boy complained bitterly about this to me. he said i wrenched? his penis just by laying there.

  • I'm really tight. I haven't had sex with that many guys but they've all said it was the tightest. they had to really work their way in but once in they all loved it BUT none of them lasted long at all :-/

    i think being tight is a good thing!

  • my first time the guy said I was tighter than any girl he had been with, once we actually started f***ing he literally came in like 3 min and he was an experienced guy, I knew he could last awhile in bed so I really must have been tight. I wouldn't say too tight thought because he kept telling me not to apologize though, so apparently he enjoyed it :)

  • I was just wondering this today, lol. I was thinking if a woman was really super tight, she might squeeze the man too much & he wouldn't be able to experience pleasure. Kind of like if you suck a man's penis too hard, he can't really feel anything & it is not enjoyable. I can't wait to hear answers.

    • It's not exactly that what would be happening: read the Wikipedia link on dyspareunia I gave.

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Samantha Rone, Dana Dearmond & Dana Vespoli – Detention Part Two: DP The Principal Way
Released: September 3, 2015

Poor Samantha Rone cant catch a break…Between sleeping in class and getting detention, the hours pass but didn’t seem to be. It’s a good thing that Samantha has a voluminous imagination to pass the time, and the only thing that will keep her sane in Miss Vespoli’s class. Samantha’s imagination continues to go on a rampart, holding onto her daydreams and memories of Miss Vespoli pleasuring her with anal dildo’s and sleek fingers. Samantha didn’t realize she fell back into reverie, costing her a visit to the Principal, Dana DeArmond. Now Samantha was in for it big time! Samantha enters Miss Dearmond’s office, indifferent to her situation. Samantha only cared about a fantasy world where she could be allured and dominated by her superiors. Miss Dearmond lectured Samantha letting her know her actions were to be punished once again with another detention. Samantha obeys going back to class, but is overcome with exhaustion and overruled with sexual thoughts. This time Samantha didn’t know how far her imagination would go . Samantha’s eyes slowly close, bringing her to a place very familiar to the one she was already in. The principals office. She watched from behind, Miss DeArmond and Miss Vespoli kissing each other half naked on the desk, eager to get in on the action. Dana Dearmond faces Samantha, telling her she was going to be taught a lesson; a very important one where she would be sorry for falling asleep in class again. DeArmond slaps the insides of Samantha’s thighs, while her teacher licked her pink nipples. Miss Dearmond orders Samantha to lick her huge strap on dildo, making it wet before entering her tight holes. Spreading her legs wide open, Dearmond drives the strap on into the schoolgirl, making her beg to be fucked hard and deep. Her principal orders Samantha to sit on miss Vespoli’s strap on, waiting to get fucked in her ass. She screams and shakes in excitement having all her holes filled up with dildo’s and fingers cumming all over their cocks. The sensation couldn’t be just a dream, it was too good to be true, or was it?

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Storycodes: Solo-F; M/f; discovery; secret; cupboard; latex; clothing; boots; dress; coat; caught; bond; rubberdoll; boxed; enslave; stored; cons/nc; X
The New Assistant by Allatex Solo-F; M/f; discovery; secret; cupboard; latex; clothing; boots; dress; coat; caught; bond; rubberdoll; boxed; enslave; stored; cons/nc; X

When Barbara entered the box room she again smelt the same noxious smell as before and soon realized that it was this smell giving her the head ache, being some what nosy Barbara began to search for the source of the pungent smell & was surprised to see it came from a wardrobe, in the corner of the room.

Once opened Barbara found that the cupboard was empty.

'What was causing the smell?' she thought and continued to examine the cupboard.

Whilst trying to move it away from the wall she heard a small bang inside, when she opened it again she found the back of the cupboard was a door which had swung open when she had tried to move the wardrobe and that behind it was a hidden room.

Peering in to the gloom Barbara thought that she could make out something in the darkness but wasn't sure what. Hanging down in front of her was a light pull, so she pulled it and was almost thrown back at sight that confronted her for in the secret room, she saw three large wardrobes & a high couch, like a doctors couch, except this one had straps attached to it ! A chair which also had straps attached to it and in one corner a black sofa and a low table with a TV and a video on it .

After examining the room for a few minutes, she approached one of the wardrobes and opened it, inside the wardrobe wasn't what you would normally find, spare sheets, pillow cases and such like, but lots of shiny garments, it was then that she realized what the smell was it was RUBBER!!

As Barbara looked through the wardrobes full of rubber things she saw there were dress's; coats; skirts; catsuits; hoods; masks; straps and some things she couldn't even guess at what their purpose was and all of them made from red or black rubber .

Soon Barbara came to the tall cupboard which was set apart from the rest, as she stood in front of this wardrobe, she grasped the handle and pulled it open, as it did so a light came on like a light in a refrigerator.

The sight that greeted her made her jump, for inside was a woman or at least it looked like a woman at first, then she realized that it was one of those inflatable rubber sex dolls that you could see advertised in girlie magazines, except that this one hadn't been inflated and had just been strapped up, and appeared to be hanging on some sort of coat hanger with its feet some 12 inches above the floor of the box.

But what the doll was wearing was even worse, for the doll was wearing a long shiny black rubber trenchcoat, tight high heeled black rubber boots and tight black rubber gloves, also around the doll's lower face a wide rubber strap had been pulled tight which made it like a sort of gag, though why you would want to gag a doll she couldn't quite work out .

Reaching out to touch the collar of the coat she found that the trenchcoat, boots, gloves and all the straps that held the doll were made from thick but very soft shiny rubber. As she felt the collar of the long black rubber trenchcoat she saw that on the back of the collar was a thick ring also covered in black rubber, which was how the doll was hung up in the box, she realized that at a distance the coat would look just like a long leather coat so no-one would give you a second glance if she was to wear it on the street. It was then that she realized what she was thinking and thought, 'What am I saying, if I were to wear it on the street!'

Looking at her watch she realized that she had been exploring the hidden room for nearly an hour, looking at the doll in the thick black rubber coat, with the black rubber boots and hadn't finished doing the housework, so putting every thing back she closed the secret door and went on with the housework.

All the rest of that morning, which had begun as any other morning that she came to clean Mr. Johnson's, she thought about the rubber doll hidden in the room and the long thick rubber coat and decided that one day she must put it on, just to see what it felt like to wear. It was about noon that Mr. Johnson rang, and said he had to go to another meeting in London and would not be back till late that evening, but that he would ring to tell her when he would be back to let her know what time his train would arrive at the station.

Barbara could not believe her luck she would have the rest of the day, so after putting the phone down she hurried the house work and had it finished by 3 0'clock. Next she went down and locked the front door and came back up into the box room, soon she had opened the rubber dolly's box and had lifted down the doll with the rubber trenchcoat. Looking at the coat she saw that it reached to the ankle, was double breasted, with straps on the wrist's and shoulders and was soon undoing the rubber straps that were around the doll, once she had removed them, she undid the rubber covered buttons on the long rubber coat.

As Barbara opened the long rubber coat she found that the doll was also wearing a tight knee length dress made from thick black rubber like the rest of the things the it wore. Now she had the coat open Barbara saw the boots reached all the way to the hem of the black rubber dress and continued even further up the dolls legs. Once she had removed the rubber coat from the doll, Barbara unable to resist any longer she picked up the rubber trenchcoat and held it against herself, examining the coat she found it was thick and felt very soft as well, before she knew what she was doing, she had slid her arms down the rubber sleeves of the coat and pulled it on

As Barbara walked around the room the rubber coat made a swishing and slapping noise that Barbara loved, soon an idea popped into her head, 'Why not try on the whole rubber outfit?' she thought.

So a few minutes later she was unzipping the long black zip on the front of the rubber dress. Soon she had removed all the dolls things, when she had done so she found that the doll had a tear in its rubber skin on one of its arms. 'No wonder it wasn't inflated with a tear like that!' she thought and then began to undress herself and was soon naked.

As she picked up the dress she noticed that the inside was covered in talcum powder, 'Must be to help the rubber slide on.' she thought.

Seconds later she had begun to pull on one of the long rubber boots, but found it would not stretch on to her foot, so she put it down, went to the bathroom, found some talcum powder brought it back with her, covered her leg in it and tried again . This time the rubber boot slid on to her foot and reached up to her thigh, as she pulled up the zip, the rubber boot became very tight, moments later she had them both on. As she stood there she could see how her legs had become sheathed in a skin of tight black rubber, at first Barbara could hardly bend her legs but when the thick rubber of the boots got a bit warmer they became very soft and easy to move around in.

'Now for the dress!' she thought and picked up the rubber dress, holding it up she saw it was a simple sheath dress with long sleeve's and a front zip which went right up to the neck, where there was a wide rubber strap which acted as a collar of the rubber dress.

Soon Barbara had again covered herself in talcum powder and had slid both her arms into the tight rubber dress, pulling the two sides around her body she began to pull up the zip, as the zip was raised the rubber dress became very tight across her thighs and bottom. Grabbing hold of the zipper again she began to pull up the front zip as she did, it got tighter across her breasts and shoulders, at one stage Barbara thought the zip would not close but with a finale effort she managed to get the zip to the top.

When it had zipped right up, she stood in front of the long mirror and examined how she looked, as she stood there her ample curves made the zip begin to unzip. This happened several times as she stood there, so finally she pulled the zip right to the top and used the 3 inch wide strap collar to secure the zip.

As she stood there she began to run her hands over her rubber covered body, next she pulled on the dolls black rubber gloves which reached to her elbows, they were a bit too small but once on they felt all right, then stood for a while looking at her reflection in the full length mirror on the other side of the room.

"Well well this kinky rubber stuff looks better on me than it did on the doll!" she said laughing to herself.

'What would Mr. Johnson say if he could see me now, he probably wouldn't even recognize me, come to think of it, if I didn't know it was me I wouldn't have recognized myself.' she thought

For the next 10 minutes or so Barbara walked around the room, her thick rubber costume creaking and the long rubber dress stretching over her rubber covered legs. Soon she had to lay on the tall couch and realized it was covered in black rubber not leather as you would normally find, and began to once again explore her rubber covered body, as well as watching her reflection in the mirrored ceiling above the couch, as her rubber costume stretched and shone she realized that this rubber stuff was beginning to excite her!

When she stood up to admire herself in the long mirror, the phone down stairs began to ring. 'Oh that will be Mr. Johnson ringing about what time to make dinner for.' So off she went to answer it, as she walked she found that the rubber costume she wore made it very hard to move quickly, so step by step she made her way to the stairs. At the top of the stairs she had to hold on to the banister with both hands and make her way down slowly as the thick rubber dress she wore made it a bit awkward to use the stairs .

Eventually she made it down and as is usual in these case's the phone stopped ringing just as she got to it.

'Damn!' she thought and turned to go back upstairs when she heard the front door lock being opened!

Turning to see who it was she was confronted by Mr. Johnson just returning unexpectedly.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Barbara stammered, "I wasn't expecting you back so early!" she said.

For a few seconds he stood starring at the rubber clad woman in front of him, unable to speak a word then finally he said, "Barbara? I think we had better go to my study to talk don't you?"

Consequently a few moments later both Barbara and Mr. Johnson were in the study and Barbara told him how she had found the doll and that she didn't mean to be nosy and that she would have put the rubber costume back before he had returned. Much to her surprise he told her he had no objections to her trying on the rubber outfit, and now as it was in the open he would not have to hide his rubber doll in the cupboard and no longer be afraid of her finding out about his love of rubber.

"Hmmn! just a moment," he said and sped off upstairs .

A few minutes later he returned.

"I think your rubber costume needs just one final touch my dear!!" he said holding up thick black rubber coat.

"What do you mean ?-you want me to put on the kinky rubber coat as well? - I don't really want to - if the truth be known" she answered.

"But why ever not it?- I think it will look splendid on you dear!" he said shaking the rubber coat for her to put her arms into the sleeves.

"Oh all right, but just for a minute then!" Barbara said, sliding her rubber covered arms into the sleeves of the long rubber coat and pulling it on.

As the sleeve's were a bit too long Mr. Johnson pulled them up and tightened the rubber wrist straps, he also pulled the thick rubber coat closed and fastened all the buttons up which pulled the rubber coat tight around Barbara's body and finally pulled the 2 inch rubber strap belt tight into her waist, so now here she stood dressed in rubber, just like the doll had been a few hours ago!!

"I must say Barbara that, that rubber uniform looks much better on you than it did on my old slave dolly," he said walking around her.

"Uniform - old slave dolly, what on earth did you do with that doll up there anyway?" she inquired.

"I would have thought that was obvious dear! Not only do I like rubber but I also like bondage, so I used to put the doll into tight bondage and imagine she was alive and was my rubber slave. But you must have realized that, after all, you must have seen the straps and things in the rubber playroom when you took her down from the hook?” he answered.

"Yes, I thought that when I saw all the other rubber stuff as well but you said, 'used to put her in bondage'. You mean you don't anymore?" Barbara answered.

"No! Not now I have a new doll to replace my old one that broke, a brand new one that I only got recently, so I'm looking forward to strapping her up and hanging her on the slave hook upstairs!" he said.

"So that's why your back early! You've bought a new doll and want to get her hung up as quickly as you can, you kinky little devil you!” she said cheekily.

"Have you decided what she is going to be wearing, when you hang her up?" she added walking around the study, her long rubber coat squeaking as she did so.

"Well I was going to use the rubber uniform I always use," he said.

"Was ?" Barbara replied.

"Well actually that's the problem you see, you're wearing the rubber uniform I normally use, so as far as I'm concerned, as you are dressed in a dolls rubber uniform, you must be a doll, as only dollies would dress in a kinky rubber uniform, don't you agree?" he said in a joking way to Barbara.

"Oh yes, only dollies should wear rubber uniforms!" Barbara said, smiled then bowed in front of him playing along with the joke.

"But just this once I`ll dress my new dolly in something else, tell you what! Would you like to be there while I put my new doll in bondage? Barbara you could be my new rubbery assistant." he said.

"Why not," she replied beginning to get a sort of thrill out of playing this kinky game.

"Then come with me to the rubber room my new assistant!" he said and headed of up the stairs.

Barbara followed but going up the stairs was harder than coming down them, especially as she now wore the long rubber coat as well as all the other rubber gear.

"Come along now Barbara, hurry up or I'll have to discipline you instead of my new doll!" she heard as he disappeared in to the dark at the top of the stairs.

"Coming as quickly as I can sir!" she replied, beginning to get a bit turned on by the way her rubber costume squeaked and stretched as she made her way upstairs. About five minutes later she made it into the hidden room but couldn't see him anywhere.

"I'll be out in a minute I'm just getting changed," she heard a disembodied voice say .

A few minutes later he emerged from another secret door that she hadn't seen earlier Barbara couldn't believe her eyes for he wore a tight black rubber catsuit which covered him completely, the only part of him not covered in black rubber was his face, also he wore a long thick white rubber apron which reached to his knees.

"Time to put my new unsuspecting doll into some tight rubber bondage, now where is she hiding?" he said and began to look around the room as if he was looking for some one.

As he walked past her, she began to snigger under her breath at the thought of him acting as if a blow up doll was a real woman, she knew it was a bit ludicrous but all the same she was still enjoying herself though why, she didn't know.

"Come now dolly there's no need to be afraid, your new master will put you in bondage eventually, you know you can't escape." she heard him say from the other room, at this Barbara laughed out loud which brought him back into the main room again.

"So you think its funny do you? Well when I catch you I am going to strap you up so tight that you won't be able to move at all, so tight that you won't even be able to laugh."

"Ah! there you are hiding in the shadows, well I'm afraid that from now on you will call me Master, won't you rubber dolly?" he said grabbing Barbara's arms .

"WHAT - RUBBER DOLL -ME!! NO!! "she said trying to move towards the door.

Before she got even a few steps he had pulled them behind her back, soon they were strapped together at the wrists.

"There now Barbara didn't I tell you, you could be here while I was putting my new doll in tight rubber bondage, the only thing I didn't tell you was that YOU were going to be the new doll I put into tight bondage!" he said pulling her over to examine his new rubber dolls reflection in the large mirror.

By now Barbara was becoming a little scared, looking across the room she saw her reflection in the large mirror but all she saw was a rubber clad doll staring back at her, except it wasn't the doll at all. It was her own reflection, wearing a dolls tight rubber outfit, unable to move an inch because of the thick rubber coat, for the next few minutes she tried to release her arms from behind her but because the coat was so thick she couldn't even bend much at the waist.

As she stood there she trying to get free of his grip, Barbara's eyes widened in horror as she saw that while she had been trying to release her arms, that he had put one of the thick rubber straps around her ankles and was pulling it tight, soon another followed at her knees, and he was now securing her arms at the elbows and her upper arms, finally he pulled a tight black rubber helmet over her head so now, only her face was not covered by tight black rubber.

"There now Barbara, all nicely rubberized like a rubber doll should be!" he said standing back and admiring Barbara's now fully rubberized form .

"Why are you doing this to me, please release me I don't like playing this game anymore." she began to cry.

"Game? what game Barbara? you make a good replacement for my old doll. I couldn't believe my eyes when I found you wearing her rubber uniform, I knew at that instant, that you would look at home in my rubber room . " he said.

"What do you mean in your rubber room, you can't keep me here strapped up like some sort of doll. I'll be missed " she said.

"Missed! You are my employee, I'll say you're ill, or on holiday while you take the place of my old doll, so why don't you try to make the most of it, who knows you may even like being bound and gagged in the end dolly!!" he said.

"GAGGED!!!! NO!!" she uttered trying to hobble towards the door in a futile attempt at escaping from the house.

As Barbara moved her new rubber uniform, creaked and stretched but did not give at all, when Barbara reached about half way across the hidden room, she lost her balance and fell over on to the floor. As Barbara lay on the floor straining against the thick rubber skin that held her immobile, she finally realized that she couldn't escape from the confines of the rubber uniform and straps that encased her.

"Please release me! I'm sorry for being nosy, and for trying on your dolls things, so please release me and I promise not to say anything to anyone, I don't like being dressed in this rubber costume and strapped up!!!" she sobbed.

"But you will soon get used to it my dear!!" he said stroking her rubber covered breasts and thighs as she lay on the floor

At this Barbara began to struggle even harder to release herself from this rubber prison, "LET ME GO" she screamed, "I don't want to be put into bondage like a doll, it was all a mistake you finding me in your dolls rubber dress I won't let you use me like a doll!" she shouted.

"SILENCE SLAVE!! I have had enough of your incessant moaning!!" he said at which time Barbara felt a wide strip of rubber around her lower face and realized that it was the rubber gag of the doll.

"MUNNHUHUUUGGPHH" was all that came out when she tried to speak .

"Do you really expect me to believe that you did not want to be found in the rubber dress, it was quite obvious when I came in and found you, that you wanted to be treated like a doll, so how could I not help but finish dressing you in the rubber uniform you wanted to wear so much and bring you up here to your new home, where I will enjoy using you as a bondage dolly, I only wish that I had found out before so I could have put you in bondage before I left this morning instead of having to trick you into coming up her to help me." With this he kissed her rubber strapped mouth.

"MUNUHHPUHPH!!!" the tears beginning to roll down the new dolls tight rubber gag, and on to her black rubber trenchcoat.

After a few minutes he said, "Yes, I know you love it now, hmmmmnn! What are we going to do with you Barbara? I can't leave you here to struggle in your new rubber uniform, even if it does turn me on to watch you!"

A few seconds later he had unstrapped her ankles and knees, stood her up, and adjusted her rubber uniform. When he was satisfied with the rubber uniform he pulled up the collar on the rubber trench coat and pulled the rubber strap tight around her throat. Looking across the room Barbara saw her reflection in the long mirror, her face had now been replaced with a black rubber ball, only her pleading eyes above the rubber strap gag told you there was a real woman inside the thick rubber uniform of the rubber doll.

As she stood there like a rubber clad guard standing to attention her new rubber uniform creaking, she saw him wheel over the dolls box she tried to scream but "MUNNNNUGHHP!!!!" was all that came out, but as he had secured her with the six thick rubber straps just like the doll had been earlier that day. She had no chance of resisting him as he picked her up, and carried her over to the box. She tried to stop him doing it to her, but soon she had been hung on the hook, her rubber covered body swinging in the box, her feet about 12 inches above the floor, while Mr. Johnson was out of her sight, she saw her reflection again in the mirror swinging in the box struggling against the rubber straps that held her.

When he returned he re-strapped her knees and ankles and stood back to admire his new dolly. As she hung there she remembered how she had found the doll earlier that morning hanging in this box, and thought how it would feel to wear the rubber coat, little could she had know that she would not only wear the coat but the whole rubber uniform and be strapped up and hung up like the doll had been.

Standing in front of Barbara he said, "There now Barbara, all strapped up like a good rubber slave should be, now tomorrow evening I'll begin to train you in your new duties as a rubber slave, but I'm sure you'll love being left alone tonight in tight rubber bondage. If only you had told me what you wanted earlier we could have had so much rubber fun together!! " and with that he shut the door.

Soon Barbara was alone, in the dark rubber slave cupboard, only her crying into her tight rubber gag disturbing the creaking of her tight rubber uniform, as she swung to and fro in her new box and waited to find what her new master would do to his new rubber uniformed dolly, but what was really worrying her….. was why she was beginning to get turned on by being treated like this!!

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The Sexy SIL

"Where the hell is the party boy?" Suri asked, already in stratosphere and still swigging away the whisky.

I smiled at him. "Dilip's gone to fetch Ron."

"Well, that's cute. Why couldn't Ron make it on his own? He gotta problem with the place or what?"

"Well, Suri, Ron's one of Dilip's best pals and he don't know the city that well. He just flew in today."

I excused myself and walked quickly to the wet bar.

Dilip had left barely a couple of minutes ago and already the crowd was missing him. And why not? It was, after all, his party. Today was the silver jubilee of his firm. He had begun Ess Associates exactly twenty-five years ago when he had been about 24 years old. Armed with a diploma and a couple of years of experience with a large architectural firm, he began his operations in a dinghy ten by fifteen office across a small lane that branched half a mile off the Main Street. There was a beat up old table, three chairs, a telephone and a drafting board. He shared a common bathroom with the offices on his floor.

He'd come a long way from there. He now had a swanky office with all the bells and the whistles and half a dozen staff working under him.

I grabbed a beer and plunked back against the bar, sipping the chilled liquid and surveying the crowd. I wondered for the thousandth time why architects and those connected with any form of art often sprout beards and / or act so whimsically. Dilip himself had a beard, wore trousers that seemed to be bought in a flea market and slippers that looked like he had found abandoned in some alleyway.

Most of the crowd I saw that day were similar though of course, the women had their own way of expressing their eccentricities. On women architects (and there were quite a few of them) I found a generous proportion of them with piercing. Shit! Apart from those piercing in the ears, and perhaps on the side of the nose, I abhor piercing on any other part of the body.

One lady was wearing something that looked like a cross between a bathrobe and a skirt. Another was in a wrap- around sari, while yet another wore tight pants that perhaps were made by stitching together a number of doormats.

Seated directly ahead of me in a group of about half a dozen weirdoes was Radha, and as it happened every time I looked at her, my heart skipped. (Something else skipped to, and I leave it to your imagination to know what did).

Dilip was 49 and Radha, 36. And as the years rolled on, the difference in their ages was getting (and looking) more pronounced. It was difficult to believe that Radha was a mother of a 14-year old daughter, but to look at her husband, one would think that the 14-year old kid was his granddaughter. Too often, one got the impression that Radha was his daughter, not his wife.

Tongues started wagging and he was getting used to the sniggers behind his back. This had affected him psychologically and so she had given up the contacts and taken up wearing huge, and somewhat dowdy-looking glasses and saris (whenever they went out, though today the contacts were in and the glasses were out, perhaps on Dilip's instructions, as this get together meant a lot to him and maybe he wanted her to look young just for this day, at least) – this get-up gave her a more mature look, but comments made by those within the family – gosh, you look so young - (as a compliment to her) hadn't helped repair Dilip's psyche.

It wasn't that she was petite; on the contrary, she was a big woman. At five seven, she was just about a couple of inches shorter than him and the hundred and twenty-five pounds she weighed was exquisitely proportioned, and this big-boned body of hers, supposedly draped up to look a lot older than she really was, didn't quite work, because, in contrast her face was soft with large, dark flashing eyes, well-defined lashes and eyebrows and the well maintained thick, dark, long luxurious hair falling in gentle waves to her waist. Add to that her creamy skin and her full soft mouth and you could well toss out the theory that clothes could make one look older than one really is.

She had mile-long legs and I have seen them on many occasions when she wore those gowns and robes at home. (Oftentimes, she also wore knee length skirts). In her saris, especially those that weren't meant to be draped tightly, you couldn't see those great knees and strong thighs that went up to her rounded buttocks. The sudden dip at her tiny waist (tiny by her otherwise big standards) had once made my teenaged daughter blurt out that she had a great figure.

Great, hell, her figure was every man's dream and I am human. And what really got to me were those amazing breasts that she could only hide by draping the border of her sari across them. I have seen her with that border tipping away from her shoulders. I am amazed that my heart has survived all those mild heart attacks whenever I have seen those blouse-encased breasts, straining out of the flimsy material. Even in the most orthodox-looking saris, she almost always wore low-neck blouses that revealed lots of cleavage whenever, by chance, the border of the sari fell down her shoulders. When she bent down, like to pick up something from off the floor, those huge breasts strained against her front, which made me wonder why they didn't rip off the blouse and tumble out.

She looked my way, gave me a small smile and a quick wink, rolling her eyes in mock despair and gently shrugging her shoulders, indicating the weirdoes bunched around her. I grinned back, lighting a cigarette. We were pretty close to each other and why not? Her husband was my wife's brother.

She was my sister-in-law. And though I was a year younger than her husband, I had no such psychological hang-ups like Dilip. If my petite wife, all of 45 years old looked a decade younger, I too looked like I was in my late thirties and my spirit complimented the looks.

There were a lot of times that I thought she knew I fantasized about her but we kept the charade by limiting ourselves to mild flirting, and equally flirtatious messages on the cell phones.

It was during this time that I noticed what eventually led up to our breaking the ice. She was wearing a flimsy pink sari with matching blouse. She had draped the border over one shoulder and not across her chest and even if she had, the material was flimsy enough to reveal the outlines of her lacy bra.

My eyes almost popped out when I noticed that one strap of the bra had come off and even from this distance I could notice the goof up. For a moment, I thought of walking up to the group and quietly inform Radha about the particular predicament, but hell, that would have been very embarrassing for her.

I looked back and spied upon the room at the back of the hotel that Dilip had hired for the party to store the paraphernalia required to throw such a party at this big a scale. I knew that she had the key to the room and this gave me the idea.

I whipped out my cell phone and scrolled to 'Write Messages'. I manipulated the touch buttons to write: "Emergency! Embarrassing! Don't look my way but urgent u cum to room. Ur dress is not in order. Pretend nothing wrong & xcuse urself 2 cum here. Rpt urgent"

I sent the message and watched her shuffling with her cell phone. Her eyes widened and despite my warning, she looked my way questioningly.

I pointed slowly at my left shoulder. Casually she ran a hand across her left shoulder and her eyes widened when she realized the goof up. She didn't get up immediately; I'll give that much for her, but a minute later, she excused herself and walked gracefully over to where I was standing.

"Since when?" she asked me softly, standing in front of me.

"I just noticed," I told her conversationally, aware that a few eyes maybe diverted towards us. More specifically, towards her, because she was so elegant and gave that aura of statuesque personality.

"What now?" she asked, her eyes pleading and frantic.

"Use that room. I presume you have the key. Immediate repair is called for. The party's hardly started."

She smiled gratefully and walked to the room.

I had been hardly able to keep my eyes away from her heaving chest when she had stood in front of me. The left strap of her bra had parted from the cup and the cup had slid down considerably. Through the flimsy, almost transparent blouse, I could see the top of her near naked breast.

She disappeared into the room and I could hear the bolt shooting in the dead lock. I continued to sip my drink and smoke my cigarette, aware that I had a slight bulge between my legs that made standing uncomfortable.

After perhaps five minutes and another cigarette, I heard the bolt sliding back and she whispered, "May!"

I glanced at her. She was peering through the crack of the door, the dim light behind her illuminating her thick mane of hair.

"What's it?" I whispered back.

"Need your help!"

I straightened up flicking the cigarette to the floor and stepping on the butt, casually glancing around the garden where the crowd was busy, engrossed in their gossip and drinks. I wondered why she hadn't asked me to locate her best pal, Mina, who had already arrived with her husband. Then I realized that Mina and her husband were playing the temporary hosts.

Slowly, so as not to be noticed, I slid into the stuffed room. It was full of plates, glasses, bottles, folding chairs and tables, casseroles and what have you. She had closed the large window and drawn the drapes. A naked low-wattage bulb hung in the center of the ceiling, providing very little illumination. There was also a dressing table with a narrow, but tall mirror pushed up in one corner.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she bolted the door behind her after I entered.

"The goddamned thing's snapped," she told me as I swung around to face her.

The border of the sari was off, bunched around her waist, her blouse unbuttoned and she was clutching the bra to her chest. She was wearing a tight, flimsy and lacy pink bra, perhaps to match the sari and the blouse.

"What's snapped?" I muttered, trying to look away.

"The place where the strap holds the cup," she explained, her eyes averted from mine and watching the damage instead.

I looked at it. Sure enough, the strap had sheared off the cup, which she was now holding against her breast. The strap hung loose off her shoulder.

I shuffled in place, trying to hide my bulge.

"So what do you suggest?" I asked plaintively.

"I have a safety pin, but I can't manage to pin it up with one hand." She was blushing now and I suddenly realized that her voice was no longer flirtatiously flippant as is the normal case, but had a definite edge of embarrassment in it. I also caught a hint of helpless intimacy in the voice, now that she had only me to help her out of her predicament.

"Pin what up?" I said stupidly.

"The strap to the cup. Temporary repairs. Just to see if it works." Her voice was now definitely husky and her eyes fluttered beneath her lashes as she glanced at me and then abruptly back to the bra-cup that she held over her half naked breast.

I understood her difficulty. She couldn't possibly hold both the cup and the strap together and pin them up with both her hands. The bra, as I later learned was a tight fit.

She extended her hand holding the pin towards me and I dumbly took it in my shaking hand. She was standing in front of the mirror and I had to bend down to bring the pin to the tattered bra.

She held the cup and the strap together in her hands and had to thrust her chest forward to allow me access to be able to pin them up together.

Her breast was heaving and that meant that she was breathing heavily. So was I, painfully aware of my erection as I gazed at the top of her large breast, so tantalizingly close to me. I could smell the perfume that she had sprayed there, mixed with the unmistakable heavenly smell of woman.

I slid the pin through the material, making a conscious effort not to touch any part of her body. From the corner of my eye, I watched our reflection in the mirror. Her head was bent; she was apparently gazing at the sight of my hand fumbling with the pin.

As I slid the pin into the slot, the back of my hand brushed the top of her breast and I felt her body stiffening in response.

"No way that blouse is going to conceal the pin," I managed to utter hoarsely.

"L-let me see," she stammered as I straightened. She pulled the strap over her shoulder and bunched the blouse over her breast. She looked into the mirror when she reached behind to button her blouse.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she held the gaze as she buttoned up. With her hands behind her, her chest thrust up against the blouse, emphasizing the size and the shape. The border of the sari still lay down at her waist.

Finally, she had buttoned up her blouse and she shifted her glance to the mirror.

I was right. Even though she let the border of the sari drape across her chest, the pin was clearly visible.

She tried to shuffle the border towards the pin, but the garment was too flimsy and too transparent to hide the pin. Shuffling around like that gave me generous glimpses of her cleavage and I clamped my lips together to prevent the groan that was building up inside me.

"Guess it won't help, huh?" she finally asked me, striking a pose in front of me.

I looked at her chest. I had to clear my throat before answering her. "No, Radha, I guess it won't help. I think you have got to change."

She looked dubiously at her reflection in the mirror, still flushed and breathing heavily, and thrust her chest out again. That sent another spark through my groin. Another thing happened. When she thrust her chest out, there was an audible 'plop' and the pin popped out.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "That does it. I can't possibly depend on this arrangement."

She turned to look at me. There was a strange look in her eyes, which I detected as being a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. (Hopefully) Thank God for the dim light in the room! If there had been sufficient light, I'd bet she could have easily seen the prominent bulge inside my trousers between my legs.

"What the hell do I do now?" she asked, desperation in her voice, her eyes drifting back to the mirror, her hand fingering the place where the pin had opened up. I could clearly see the gap between the cup and the strap.

"I suppose you will have to change it," I suggested.

She considered this for some time. "You think so?"

"Well, the party's not yet started and you can't go around like this."

"The crowd's going to miss me if I have to get back to the apartment to change," she said. "Plus, what kind of plausible reason could I give?"

I thought about it for a while and suddenly came up with an idea. "Tell you what, Radha, I got an solution. I could ring up Akshay and tell him that I am going to pick him up. I know he doesn't have any transport and he was going to take a cab. I don't know where he exactly stays and you would accompany me to give the directions."

Akshay was a mutual friend and a budding architect. He was more my friend than Dilip's, but Dilip was his idol and that was the reason that he was sent the invitation for the party.

She brightened up. "Yes, that could work. I'll tell Mina to handle the crowd in the meantime. You'd better let your wife know that you are going to pick up Akshay and would be back shortly. Better still, you tell them while I make my way to your car. I don't want anybody to see this."

I managed a hoarse laugh and so did she. I handed over the car keys to her, aware that my hand was still shaking. The situation and the sight didn't help my condition any and I wondered if she too was nervous.

"I'll call Akshay and ask him to wait for me. There's still another hour or so for the party to start, so we do have the time."

"I don't know how to thank you. First, for bringing this to my notice and now for this," she said, and that strange look was back there in her eyes.

"Oh, that's all right," I told her.

"I really meant that. Two occasions you have helped me out."

I looked at her for a long time. "Perhaps you could thank me later on," I whispered. "Twice. But now it's time we make a move."

She nodded and then, hesitantly patting my shoulders, she slowly opened the door and slipped away.

It took some time for me to compose myself. God, but it was difficult for me to do that. I had to struggle with my mind to will my erection to go down before I slipped away to inform Mina about the arrangement. Mina called up Dilip and after speaking to him for a while, informed me that he was still to reach Ron's place as he was caught up in the downtown traffic jam. I knew that Ron's place was at least an hour's drive from this hotel.

I cornered my wife, who was chatting away with a group of women. "Hey hon, I'm on my way to get Akki. I'll be back in a while, okay?"

She hardly paid attention and just nodded.

I got into my car – she had unlocked it and was sitting in the passenger's seat, the border of her sari wrapped around her ample chest.

I glanced at her when I called up Akshay to tell him to wait for me. He was about to call for a cab.

"Something important has come up, pal," I told him, grinning nervously at Radha, who smiled back, equally nervous, that strange look in her eyes. "I've got some real important work and I would be around your place. Just wait for me so that I can pick you up, okay."

He was glad. "Gosh pal, that's neat. The hotel's more than an hour away from here and it gets terribly boring to be alone in a goddamned cab."

I fired the engine and slid the car out of the parking zone, hanging a U turn to get onto the main street.

We were silent for some time and listened to the gentle noise of the air conditioner humming softly.

Finally, she broke the silence. "God, May, I really, really don't know what I could have done without you. I just don't know how I could thank you for all this."

May was short for "Mayur", my name, and though I was sick of this abbreviated form, I was nevertheless stuck with it.

I laughed, and trying to sound nonchalant, I said, "That's the second time you said that, Radha. And yeah, you have got to thank me back two times."

"With the situation I was in, maybe thanking you back a hundred times wouldn't be sufficient. I could have made a complete idiot of myself and boy, Dilip would have flipped his lid."

Suddenly, I realized that what she meant was that we were going to hide this from her husband and that made us look like a pair of co-conspirators.

I kept glancing at her and yes, she was definitely breathing hard. I could tell it by the way her chest heaved and the way her tongue kept flicking over her full lips.

Was this the day that our light flirtatious banter going to finally give way to something more serious? Even as I thought about it, my erection began to poke against my trousers. My mind kept going back to the sight of her half naked glorious breast. Large, firm and soft, they had succeeded in arousing the beast inside me.

I always had the hots for this lady. I had forgotten how many times I had fantasized about her while I lay in bed, masturbating. My mind had considered various scenarios whenever I did fantasize, but surely, this scenario, coming as it did so unexpectedly, took the cake.

I cleared my throat, deciding to go for the kill. I wasn't probably going to get a better chance than the one I had now to turn my fantasy into reality. Keeping my voice light and flippant, I said, "Maybe you could thank me today itself. You said you owed me!"

She glanced at me. "Anything, May. You name it you got it. Anything. You saved me from a veritably potential disaster."

I stole a glance at her, slowly dropping the speed so that we could get some extra time squeezed in before we could reach her apartment.

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