”If you would please accept your place on the top of the gurney, so I can offer you the massage!” Aloe offers.
I step over from the wardrobe, and most of the way to the gurney. As I reach the side of the bed, I place the palm of my right hand on the top of the bed.
“Of course, thank you; this will be enjoying this treat, for all it is worth!” I add.
“Just jump up, and lie on your belly and I will commence!” she adds.
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On her command, I place the palm of my left hand onto the top of the gurney and push myself up. Soon, I find myself, lying on the bed and turning my back up towards the ceiling.
“The cushion is squishy, delightful!” I realize; as I make myself comfortable, anticipating the treat I am about to be given.
Of course, there is no backing out now; no excuse and no last minute escape. She is going to massage me, from top to bottom.
I lie face down, on the gurney, with just enough of a gap to permit me to breathe; then the tips of her fingers reaches the back of my neck. Wet, slippery and warm. First now, I realize how beautiful she is. Her slender hands, caressing me. Although she does have inch long, semi square nails; aiding her in the pursuit of catching that one moment, for me.
Her fingers, forming diminutive circles along the hairline, down the spine. All the way down to my tail. She doubles back, just outside of where she had just caressed my spine, spreading what I take for massage oil and making my skin slippery. Little do I know; the oil is a gel my skin is slowly absorbing, preparing my flesh to absorb the lubrication glued into the suit.
Inch by inch, she is caressing the skin of my back; spreading the clear gel, working it in as she goes. While her nails may look good, but now they are aiding her in her work, as she works the gel in.
She needs to double back several times, just to cover my back; but eventually, she does cover the ground.
While the gel initially did feel cool, it is still warming up; spreading a special heat and making me relax in the process. I feel my muscles relax gradually, as the gel is saturating my skin.
Once she covered my back, she continues at my right shoulder, working her way down the arm; all the way down, to my elbow before she is once more doubling back. She continues down the arm from my elbow, all the way down to my wrist. I feel her working the back of my hand, then the palm and finger by finger; from the thumb and all the way to the pinkie finger. Naturally, she is repeating the process; working her way down the left arm. All the way down, to the very tip of my pinkie finger.
She may have walked around the gurney, when she paused between working my right and left arm, but she never did stop. Now she had walked around me, ending up on the right side and starts down my right leg. She works her way down the thigh, doubling back at the knee. I feel the tips of her fingers; coated in the clear gel, as she is continuing down from the knee to the heel.
She is taking care of the soul of the foot, then the sides and the top of the foot. Finally, she is taking the toes, from the biggest to the smallest. Only stopping, in order to walk around the gurney, starting over on the left side and repeating the process with my left leg.
In surprise, I realize how she is giving extra care to my rump. She works her way down into the crack and all the way inside. I had actually managed to hold back the gasp.
Shouldn’t I have been worried, about how the relaxing effect will affect me; once she had given me the full benefit of the massage, when I am climbing down from the gurney? I did not, I do not; and I am not about to worry about this later. Still, maybe I should have? Worry is a reflex, taking over when you experience certain things.
I notice her, stepping back; waiting for something, as I am turned around by the cushion.
It is odd, being turned around by the cushion; when I do not need to do anything, in the process. Though, this is keeping me focused and relaxed, never breaking the spell she had been working so hard on.
Once I lie on my back, she steps back; renewing the effort, caressing me.
She is standing on my right side, by my head. I feel her caressing my face, from the hair-line. She gradually works her way down. She follows the side of my face. I feel her fingers teasing my cheeks and chin, before she continues over my lips around my eyes and finally my nose.
Once she had finished my face, she continued down my throat, only to double back in order to cover my entire throat.
Now she continues down my chest, between my breasts and all the way up to the edge of the mound. She doubles back, only to circle up onto my breasts. I feel her teasing my nipples, before she continues caressing my chest in diminutive circles, doubling back; up and down, up and down.
She continues down my thigh, only to double back at the knee. Continues down the leg, from the knee to the foot.
Once she has finished my legs, right and left, she continues up to the top of my mound and works her way down. Just as before, she is slipping into the orchid and takes her time to tease the petals of my orchid.
“Close your eye; relax!” she instructs me.
I feel the clear gel over my lips, but do sense no scent and sense no taste of the gel.
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“Just lie still, relax and enjoy the moment; while I prepare the suit in which you are spending the night!” she suggests.
Only the suit had already been prepared before I had even arrived. The inside had been coated with the absolute and permanent gel glue. The specific gel lubricant had been chosen for me and been applied to the inside of my suit. Naturally, this suit is going to be very tight, but otherwise a perfect fit for me.
“Open your eyes!” she coos.
“Oh!” I merely respond, quietly.
I open my eyes, slowly and carefully. Not that the light in the room is bright in the least, but even my eye-lids are comfortably relaxed.
“Sit up, please; slowly!” she continues, and I follow the instruction, if only with some delay and not exactly very fast.
“Your suit, please; put it on!” she explains, as she is holding up the bubble-gum pink full body, rubber suit before me.
I slide down, from the bed; somewhat shakily, before I can accept the offered suit.
The material is slippery and smooth; light and actually a bit warmer than the coolness I had been expecting.
She had pulled the zipper all the way down to the tail, for me.
I slip my right foot into the suit, sliding all the way down. The suit is tight and contracts around me, yet is eagerly swallowing my foot. I feel the material slide over my skin as I am slipping my foot all the way down. Once my foot is all the way down, I tentatively set it down and manage to stand firmly.
Now I lift my left foot, slipping it into the suit. I feel my foot slip down all the way; before I manage to reassume a perfect, standing stance.
She is holding up the suit for me, as I am slipping my hands in. Just as my feet has slipped in with scary eagerness; so do my hands.
While she stands behind me, she had slipped in the anal and vaginal tube, respectively. I had felt them slip in and had found myself contracting around the tubes. Quite firmly, at that.
Once the tube plops, I feel a distinct pinch as it is riveted into the orifice. It is the same, for both the anal and the vaginal tube. Little do I know, or suspect the effect or purpose of these tubes.
Just after the pinch, I feel a clear rubber membrane spread inwards; as far as I could possibly feel the sensations of the rubber spreading. Half of the rubber is coating the inside of the orifice and pushing out, while the rest is spreading into the skin and contracting.
I feel her pulling the zipper all the way up my spine, to the base of my skull; just under the edge of the hair, at the back of my neck.
“I need you to insert this into your mouth, in between your lips!” she explains, as she is handing me a clear oral tube for me to inset.
While I am following her instruction, I feel her inserting a tube into my anal and vagina cavities respectively. Of course, she is handing me a second tube; instructing me, to insert it into my mouth.
While I do not know it, yet; but I am mute, which I will learn, soon enough. She just chse, not to make me realize it, just yet.
I had chosen to be here. Why I had chosen to be here, is utterly irrelevant now. I had made the choice. I can as well enjoy it, for all it is worth. Despite, or regardless of what it entails. If I had known of the consequences, or chosen to be here is just as irrelevant now. I am here.
The pink rubber suit, coating and covering my body is no impediment, while it may be a bit on the tight side and emphasizing my effeminate nature. The emphasizing of my curves is part of the design. Isn’t this why I am here and why I chose to be here?
While the suit had been cool, when I put it on and slipped into it; now it is warming up and approaches my body temperature. The hotter the suit grows, the more of the lubrication my skin is absorbing; which in turn, makes it harder to take it off of me. Though it is also responsible, for the suit feeling more and more as if it had been my skin. Not just rubber coating my body.
“You can climb up onto the bed, now!” she instructs me.
Of course, it is late and I am growing sleepy.
I climb up onto the cushion once more and lie on my back; with my arms along my body and the palms of my hands resting on the cushion.
As I lie down, she is coating my belly with a clear gel, before she is placing a pink rubber valve over where my belly-button is. The valve soon fuses with the rubber of my suit; turning me into a squeaky toy, even if its effect has not made itself known yet. I will learn of it, by tomorrow, after I had woken up.
Once she is done, she is covering me with an inch thick, crystal clear rubber sheet for quilt, to keep me warm over the night. It will also hold me firmly in place throughout the entire night. Strangely enough, this quilt is literally vacuum itself into place.
“Good night, and sleep tight!” she coos, just as she is opening the door out of the room; “I will be back early, tomorrow morning!” she then adds.
I lay my head on the pillow and relax; finding myself fast asleep, before I even know it.