Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Seventeen

Then they went inside to Tom's room, where they found him lying on the bed, looking a bit lonely. He was still in his maid's costume complete with bonnet. Like a good maid they noticed he had cleaned and returned all the clothes to the closet. Jo ordered him up and out to clean up all the dishes and lock up. Jo went and got two drinks and returned to the rubber room and they both lay down on the latex sheets and thought about they would do to Tom. After a while, Pat spoke.

“I'd like him to watch us make love tonight; making love with each other on this bed. That would be a good reinforcement, a reminder of his position. What do you think?”

“Great.” Jo sniggered. “The lovemaking bit I really like. But how do we get him to watch?” Pat leaned over on her side and ran her finger round Jo's nipples.

“Well, we have an inflatable cocoon here, it has reinforcing D rings all over it and I thought we could suspend him above the bed from the bar there. He would be facing the bed, horizontally; it covers the whole body except an oval at the face and the groin. So we can punish his cock, catheter him, put an inflatable sac around it, and the face area, well we can mask him, gag him, whatever.” Jo kissed pat on her forehead.

“My, you're a devious one, and I love you for it. Okay, let's do it. He should be finished by now. Let's get him down here.”

Blissfully unaware of his fate, Tom returned shortly to the rubber room.

“We're going to put you to bed Toni; you won't give us any trouble will you?” Jo looked at her “former” husband, their relationship changed irrevocably. He was no longer a husband; but a plaything, a maid, a slave.

“Firstly I'm sure you want to get rid of that enema, so you can go to the toilet there and get all cleaned out. While you are there, clean the butt plug and bring it back, we might want to put it back, or replace it with a bigger one!” She looked at Pat, who raised her eyes in agreement and nodded.

After he had completed his very uncomfortable ablutions Tom returned to the room, where Jo and Pat were getting a large array of clothing and equipment from the closet. They stripped him of his clothes down to his stockings, bra and corset; his body firmly held in the tight grip of the reinforced rubber. Pat released him of the bra and as if in an afterthought, loosened the laces on the corset…..and then pulled them in a further half inch. He winced, but was secretly enjoying the rigid grip.

Before placing him in the cocoon, Jo produced a full head mask in thick rubber, and with no zip. There were two small lenses and over the mouth and nose a mask similar to an aviator's mask. At the end of the mask was a metal screw nozzle. As Tom stood still, Jo and Pat, with difficulty, pulled it over his bald head and down to his neck. Now his head was shaven the tight rubber felt very sensitive to his skin. He peered out of the lenses, silent, now masked corseted, and stockinged. Jo held out the cocoon and without demur Toni, former husband and now transvestite maid stepped into the rear zip.

He had only been in it once before and didn't particularly like it, but now that was in the past. They pulled the bag up to his hips and opened it out for him to slip his arms into the internal sleeves. Jo pulled the top of the bag away for his chest and obediently and without any words from any of them, he dipped his head into it. She smoothed out the flaccid hood around his helmet; only his lenses and the nose and mouthpiece were visible.

Without any ceremony Pat zipped him in, within a few seconds he had been made utterly powerless and entirely dependant on them. He was now entombed in rubber for as long as they wished. Jo pulled his cock and balls through the crotch hole, the only exposed parts of his body. Pat fixed the valve at the bottom of the suit to a mechanical air hose and turned it on. Within seconds the inner skin of the cocoon began to expand and squeeze closer to him.

At the rear of the suit there were a myriad of rings which Jo started to attach to chains suspended from the bar above the bed. All this was done very efficiently, without any talking between them, as if they had practised it before. Pat next attached a sac-like object around his cock and balls tightening a strap at the base.

He'd never experienced this before; Pat must have bought this on the sly. The sac fitted tightly round his cock…….but it got a lot tighter when Pat, with a smirk and an inflator in her hand, began to pump it up. Suddenly the pressure on his cock and balls increased as Pat pumped and pumped until his cock stuck out of the bag like an obscene eight inch long and two inch diameter red rubber dildo. To make matters worse the air hose had pumped up the cocoon until it was now as tight as a drum. He no longer resembled a human, except for the cock perhaps, but a bloated shiny black sausage, with a red face piece and nozzle almost enveloped. He looked out at Jo and she nodded approvingly.

He was not able to move an inch and they had not finished with him yet. Pat slyly handed something to Jo, who then examined it and grinned as well, but nothing was said. Tom peered out of the lenses but only made it out when Jo displayed it in front of him. Out of the steel screw cap that would fit into his nozzle extended a thick red rubber cock, and from the other end there was an eighteen inch corrugated rubber hose with at the end a large rubber bag with valve attached. Again he'd never seen this before; Pat had clearly done some shopping in the last few weeks. And now he was paying for it!

It needed no instructions and with an almost….almost sympathetic smile Jo placed the cock gag at the entrance to the mouthpiece, and then, quite gently, pushed it in. he was not in any position to keep his mouth closed and so he opened wide to accept the intruder, thick and cold and pungent. He mmmffed as she pushed it in further.

“There, there Tom, too late to whine now, your goose is properly cooked; now accept this nice tasty cock.” Once in it kept his mouth well open and wrapped round it and he was forced to breathe through his nostrils. He immediately was assailed by the strong aroma of latex, from the inhalation bag at the end of the hose. The valve controlled the oxygen intake, but he seemed to be getting pure rubber! He felt almost dizzy; cocooned in latex in an unyielding suffocating grip, corseted, his mouth plugged and forced to breathe rubber scented air, his cock and balls squashed by another rubber cocoon.

Through eye contact he tried to plead with his mistresses, beautiful, cruel and unforgiving. Jo went to the wall and began to winch his rubber mummified body off the ground. One second he was on his tiptoes and then he was swinging slowly, his red rubber cock pointing out horizontally. Then his angle was changed and his upper body began to tip forward and his legs were pulled to the rear. Very shortly he was horizontal above the bed, his breathing tube flopping below him and his cock sac pointing down.

No, he would miss nothing. He swung imperceptibly, and could only wait for his mistresses to prepare themselves for a night of pervy fun and frolic.