”Time for bed, but first!” Aloe exclaims.
“Yes?” I inquire.
“Look into your wardrobe, please!” she points out.
“Oh? Okay!” I respond,. as I am stepping over to my wardrobe.
“Open the door, and see what is inside!” she coos.
Of course, there will be no lingerie, or a pretty gown.
As I finally do reach the door and opens the wardrobe, there is but a single suit inside. It looks like a full, one-piece bathing suit, but with full-length sleeves. Not only that, the suit will cover my hands and fingers as well.
“Blue!” I exclaim; “Electric, metallic blue rubber; almost like the suit I am already wearing, but without covering my legs?” I ponder.
“Because you are my Super-girl! But you don’t need the icon on your chest to know this!” she explains.
“Oh! How thoughtful!” I merely respond, as I extract the addition to my suit from within the wardrobe.
The suit will cover all my added tubes and accessories. Not the tube in my mouth, since that is not going to be covered by this suit either.
On second thought, the cleavage is quite an interesting detail I had never been expecting out of Aloe in the first place. It is just a hint, of what is to come; what I will spending hours and days on.
I am holding the suit before me, turn towards her and step right into the suit; right and left, before I slip my hands into the suit. Once I raise my hands up, towards the ceiling, the suit slips into place.
“Here is your oral tube, please insert it now!” she offers me.
I accept the tube, without a thought; slipping the clear rubber into my mouth between my slightly parted lips.
As the tube slip into my mouth, I feel my lips contract. The tube plops and I feel the distinct pinch, before the rubber spreads over my lips and into my mouth; then the rubber is coating my tongue and flows down my throat.
“I am mute again mute!” I realize.
While I am inserting the tube; she is producing the anal and vaginal tubes for me; inserting them one at the time, giving me ample time to explore the sensations induced by her action.
“I guess I will not be able to slip out of this suit, either; now since she inserted these tubes!” I realize.
I lift my hands up to my chest, cupping my breasts in order to explore how it will feel. The breasts are perfect orbs, and B-cups. The surface is smooth and somewhat stiff, while I feel the soft and highly elastic flesh under the suit.
I play around with my breasts, for a moment; before I lift up my right hand before my eyes, examining what I am presented with. Under the rubber, I see the contours of my hands; inch long, semi square nails starting just after the final joint.
I hope they will not be distracting you too much; and that you are satisfied with them, but now is time for bed!” she points out.
“Oh!" ponder; nodding my head, as I turn my attention towards the sleeping place upon the gurney.
“I hope you do not need help!” she continues, pointing at the bed.
“Of course not!” I ponder, as I pull my hands off of my chest and place them onto the top of the gurney.
“She does not have to tell me twice!” I ponder, pushing myself up and laying down comfortably on the top of the gurney.
Once I lie down, as she had expected me o; she once more cover my entire body with the very same clear rubber sheet. I am once more held firmly in place. Just a moment after my head touch the pillow I am closing my eyes and falls asleep.
As I wake up, I open my eyes to see a new, bright day. I am fully rested; yet, I am still immobile under the quilt and mute.
“Rise, and shine; rise, and shine!” she exclaims, as she had stepped up to the bed.
Naturally, I had not seen her entering the room, considering that I can’t quite see the door from my current position.
She is removing the quilt from the gurney, thus freeing me from its grip. I slowly sit up, then turn my head towards her and look at her with a smile on my face.
“Stand up by the bed, facing your wardrobe!” she instructs me, and I comply.
As I am looking away from here; I feel a two inch wide and four inch long plug slipping into my anal cavity. Once it plops, I feel the distinct pinch; knowing I can not pull it out, by myself.
“Go to your wardrobe, and open the door!” she instructs me, and I comply.
I do not need to hesitate, but I do not need to fret either.
“Put on the gloves, please!” she offers.
I extract the full-length, clear rubber glove and slip my right hand in. I feel the material contract tightly, but eagerly swallowing the hand as I am pulling the sleeve all the way up to the shoulder. Once I had ascertained myself that it is on, with a few tentative tugs; I extract the second glove, repeating the process. While I am at it, I am flexing my fingers for a moment, just for good measure, to get a feel for the garments.
“Put on the stockings, please!” she offers.
I extract the full-length, clear rubber toe stocking; lift my right foot and slip it right into the stocking. I pull the foot all the way down and put my foot down onto the floor once again. After giving the stocking a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain myself that it is sitting on just right; I extract the other stocking and repeat the process. <o flex my feet and toes, just for good measure and the fun of it.
I realize, just how tight and elastic these seriously stiff rubber garments are.
“Maybe this was a bit too strict, severe for me; but who am I to say, when I am not the expert on these things?” I ponder.
“Take one step backwards and place your arms on your back, gripping your elbows in a firm grip!” she is instructing me.
“Okay!” I ponder, as I am complying.
As I hold my elbows in a firm grip, behind my back; I feel two pairs of hands applying a clear gel onto my arms. The hands start between my hands and continue up towards my shoulders.
While she is applying the clear gel, I feel it is tightening up around my arms.
“If you wonder, this is Bondage Gel, Type one!” she explains.
“Bondage gel? Type one?” I ponder, clearly not experienced or knowledgeable enough to make heads or tails out of what she had just explained to me.
“Bondage, as in restriction of movement?” I ponder.
“Let go of your elbows, then pull your arms apart; gently, please!” she is instructing me.
“What is she driving at?” I ponder; soon realizing that I can’t even let go of my elbows, let alone pulling my arms apart.
While the gel is still just a highly viscous, and highly elastic liquid; it is still contracting moderately around my arms and maintaining perfect coherence. While it is stretching, as much as I may try; yet it is not parting, or letting go of my arms for as long as I wear these gloves.
“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims, excitedly.
The hands return, applying a new coat of gel over my arms; in the same manner and style, as before. Only this time, it is type two; contracting further, while being stiffer and even more elastic than the previous one.
“I bet, you can’t let go of your elbows now; let alone pull your arms apart?” she is challenging me.
I make the attempt, putting more effort into it than before; yet the result is the same, as the previous attempt. Utter, and complete failure.
Of course, she had her assistants to apply the third type, or layer of the bondage gel too. Only this time she did not bother issuing the challenge or commanding me to let go of my elbows. I had clearly demonstrated the futility of that attempt.
“For your enjoyment; this is the Industrial grade Bondage gel!” she declares, before the fourth layer is applied.
“Oh, and this is Surgical Grade!” she informs me, before the fifth and final layer is applied.
With that, I can clearly feel the tightness of the gel around my arms; from the shoulders and all the way down to the tips of my fingers. To me, it feels as if I had been wearing far too tight gloves; rather than merely being coated with a clear gel.
The surgical gel is so tight, I can no longer feel the grip around my wrists.
While I can no longer feel hands holding my arms; but I can certainly feel the touch of the tip of a lubricated plug. The tip is initially just poking the crack between the orbs of my rump; before it is pushing onto the orifice, then slowly making its way in. I feel the three inch wide plug slid in and a distinct pinch as it is plopping. I could not have extracted it, even if my hands had been free and I could actually see what I am doing.
As the glistering, black rubber plug is riveting itself into place; I feel how I am warming up to my situation, as I find myself enjoying to have my arms in bondage behind my back.
“Right this way, and I will help you mounting the gurney!” she offers me.
I comply, knowing she will help me. I feel her hands on my waist, as she helps me slide up on the top of the cushion. Naturally, my belly is on the cushion and my back is facing the ceiling.
“One final item!” she points out.
The assistants are helping me bend my knees and press the souls of my feet firmly onto my rump. I feel the gel spreading out from my knees, and up and down both my legs. This is Type one gel.
A second and third layer is applied, before the Industrial grade and the Surgical grade is applied. The effect is the same; I feel as if a tight rubber sleeve had been pulled up from my knees and all the way up to my rump. I can no longer move either of my legs.
“I certainly could get used to this!” I realize; “This is really nice and comfortable!” I ponder.
The two assistants turn me around, so I find myself on my back.
“That is more like it, but now is the time you have been awaiting!” she points out.
I feel a clear rubber plug slip into my mound and the remaining rubber cupping my mound.
“Get a load of this; but do not expect to climax any time soon!” she points out, as the plug activates by the touch of her right hand.
There is a tingling sensation, from the electric current building up. The next instant, I feel the first electro shock hitting me and a vibration spreading throughout the plug, from the tip and all the way up.
“Oh, oh!” I realize; “That feels good!” I continue.
Just as the vibration builds up; I feel the electro shocks grow stronger and more intense, while coming faster and with less respite between. A few minutes later, I do feel the first stumbling, tentative orgasm. Followed by another and another. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster.
After an hour I have peaked, but as she had suggested; there is no climax in sight and she is no longer in the room. The door is tightly shut behind her and I am lying pron on my back on the top of the cushion of the gurney.
I feel, and hear my hear pounding hard and fast, while I am breathing pretty hard too. I could get used to my arms in bondage on my back, to the point where I am no longer even aware of my arms.
I feel a rush, with each orgasm. I am captivated, and distracted. This is indeed incredible.