The Club Pt. 08

My outfit consisted of a pullover rubber blouse with cuffs and balloon sleeves over a rubber bra containing my breast forms. By this time I was sporting a DD cup and with very prominent rubber nipples which could be clearly seen through the semi transparent rubber of the blouse and the rubber bra. The blouse was coloured a subtle red but the bra was bright red as was the rubber six strap suspender belt. Tight black rubber stockings with red banded tops were attached to the suspenders and there was a lot of tension on these garments but my narrow waist was an asset here. After donning rubber knickers again semi transparent red and with frills around the legs,I found the skirt. My skirt was above knee length and the same semi transparent red, tight round my waist and hips but straight fall thereafter again with a frill matching the knickers on the hem. The skirt had one of my favourite features in skirts, a side split. This skirt was split on the right side and up to my thigh. I must say that on inspection this was all very high quality with seams and hems all carefully seamed and stitched or moulded.

On Lisa's invitation and with encouragement, I stood and moved around. The clothes were tight on me but still moved slightly as I walked. I adjusted the loose blouse and the amount that it draped over my waistband by unzipping the skirt. In the mirror I could see the layers of red translucent rubber and the deep red bra and suspender belt and the stocking tops all clearly visible. The creaking and rustling was a real turn on let alone the aroma. I loved the way the skirt swayed against my tight rubber clad legs and I could feel the suspenders stretching and relaxing against my naked skin. I ran my hands over the rubber from my breasts to my hips and felt my cock stiffen slightly. I giggled like a schoolgirl and grinned at Lisa who dropped her serious and nervous stance a little to grin back.

" It is lovely stuff isn't it|?" she said and I had to agree. Even though it was quite cold to the touch it soon warmed up and the weight and texture of it became more obvious. I could see why some people became addicted to it. I could also see that the blouse was almost completely sealed and airtight except at the neck. Heat and moisture build up would be rapid.

I donned high heels of 4 inches and discovered that the rubber was both thicker and stickier than nylons so could feel the tightness of the shoes. At least I didn't need toe nail varnish!

By the time I was finished prancing and adjusting Lisa was ready to be zipped up. Her outfit was considerably more sluttish. A halter top which was stretched over her head, translucent clear rubber which was really a pale straw colour, no bra but with holes in the top so that her nipples poked through and a tie strap round her middle just above her waist. Her skirt was very short and her skimpy rubber suspender was attached to very sheer regular stockings. I could see a glimpse of her panties and was hugely surprised to see they were crutchless and bright red rubber, drawing the eye to them.

"God almighty, Lisa," I said "who's idea was this outfit?"

I saw her cheeks go crimson. " I have to dress like this, Mistress Amy...she insists....she wants me to be.......her whore. I...sort of....hate it yet love it. I loved it more when you weren't around. Can you forgive me? I should have warned you. Sometimes this Femsrace is really too much...."

I put my arm around her shoulder and felt my rubber sleeve brush her naked shoulder. I felt Lisa shudder and she glanced at me and grimaced.

"Lisa, my darling, I love to see you looking so sexy and you can dress like this at any time for me in the future and I would be proud to show you off in public in this costume."

"It would be ridiculous of me," I continued,"to criticise or worry about what you are wearing when I have a dick between my legs and a skirt on, rubber or not. This is not a normal situation for most of the population. We are in a fetish club environment which encourages its members, us, to behave and dress differently, even outrageously and indulge in activity which might not be acceptable in the real world. You have lived here for several years. Now you have met me. I have to share you, Lisa and all that goes with you being a resident here. This is your life. I want to share it. Anyway, I like the rubber. I want to do this again."

She leaned her head on my shoulder. "Thank you, David," she said,"you don't mind that I am dressed for someone else then? That this would not be my choice for us at this time and that I must offer my submission to another.....I HAVE to?"

"Lisa," I said, "I of all people, cannot insist that you change everything that has gone before on my account. Look at me, look at what has happened to me, my feminisation, my dressing in outrageous slutty clothes. My change of direction sexually, my desire to suck men's cocks and have them penetrate me. How could I criticise you for being a part of everything in that process. How could I do that to you. Come, let us present ourselves to Mistress Amy and the rest of FemsRace. Do what you have to do Lisa. As long as you are with me and supporting me in my own challenges, I can do no less than support you in yours. You are my lover and we sleep together every night but we are under the FemsRace roof and whilst in Rome........."

We embraced and our rubber squeaked and rustled. "Thank you, David," breathed Lisa, "you are quite something, you know."

We disentangled our rubber clad bodies. By this time, I was feeling my cock harden in my rubber panties and, as Lisa stood up, I swear I saw a drip from her crutch onto the carpet.

Without further ado we rustled our way out of our suite and down the corridor into the lounge area. Lisa led and I was treated to the sight of her naked back and flashes of her red panties as the skirt swirled to her walking. My cock was becoming embarrassing and I tried desperately not to think about Lisa's breasts swaying and bouncing clad only in translucent rubber.

We clattered down the stairs and emerged into the dungeon. Waiting for us was a really huge man. I say man but in reality there was no evidence either way. This ....person was dressed entirely in black rubber. Catsuit, gloves and hood with eye and mouth holes. Not an inch of skin to be seen. The person stood at least 6 foot something and towered over us. When it spoke the voice was husky and reedy.

"Hello slave Lisa," it said, "and this must be Roxy," it continued without pause,"you are both now under Mistress Amy's direct control. Slave Lisa knows the rules but Roxy, you must not speak unless spoken to and you must not interfere with Mistress Amy and her slave or you will be severely punished, is that clear?"

"Yes......sir," I said. I was glad that I had said sir but still wasn't sure which it was.

"You address me as 'Gimp'," it said. So that cleared that up, or did it?

Gimp then approached Lisa holding some items. First a collar. Later I was advised that the disc hanging from it said 'slave lisa, property of Mistress Amy, please fuck and return.' then the gimp fastened her hands behind her back with handcuffs, put a hobble chain on her ankles and fastened a leash to her collar. With that, gimp looked at me and insisted that I take the leash and indicated to me that I should take Lisa deeper into the dungeon towards a pool of light that I could see further down the dungeon. As I led Lisa into the intervening darkness, the gimp faded into the background.

I led Lisa in silence, my heart thumping in my chest. I looked at Lisa shuffling along behind me, her breasts bouncing and swaying under the rubber to the unnatural movement, our shoes clattering on the stone floor. The progress was slow. Eventually we reached the pool of light and I urged Lisa into a shambling, clinking jog trot which was still slower than walking pace. Her breasts went wild dancing under the revealing rubber. I guessed it must be painful but Lisa did not complain. I could hear her breathing getting heavy though.

As we came into the full light, I could see into the crypt and Mistress Amy was there, alone and was adjusting something on a table. She looked up at us as we shuffled round the corner. Without ado she moved over to us, ignored me entirely, grabbed Lisa's leash and slapped her around the face really hard. I was shocked into silence but as Lisa's head came up from the blow, her left cheek pink, her eyes met mine and I saw the flash to stay quiet. I clamped my jaws.

"Not fast enough, you slutty cow," growled Mistress Amy still ignoring me. I dropped the leash and backed away as Lisa's eyes bored into me and I saw an imperceptible shake of her head. I just knew that she was imploring me not to interfere or say anything. I could sense the malevolence of this Mistress Amy and shrunk into the shadows. Lisa's eyes haunt me still and, as I went into shadow, her eyes dropped in submission and went slack. At that point, I just knew that I was merely an observer of the Mistress and slave scenario that existed between these two. At this moment, Lisa belonged to another and my heart bled a little as I let go of her mentally. I was in pain and felt helpless. The confusion between my male desire to defend and my female desire to nurture was complete.

At this point, I saw with clarity that my stay at FemsRace was drawing to a close. All I had to decide was whether I went alone or whether Lisa wanted or indeed would come with me.

The next few hours were sheer torture for me and Lisa, Lisa literally and me mentally in having to watch it. At no time did Mistress Amy step over and lines with regard to Lisa and all the BDSM protocols were strictly observed although I only learned this later.

I saw hideous nipple clamps applied to Lisa's breasts and heavy weights attached. Her knickers were pulled aside and I saw an anal hook inserted in her vagina and I swear the ball on the end was 2 inches in diameter plus an enormous dildo plugged her arse. Vertical chains led from both to her collar and I could see that she was uncomfortable and she was grunting and breathing hard with an occasional whimper as her body tried to come to terms with these intruders into her private parts. I saw little crocodile clips attached to her labia and then weights hung from them. Constantly, Mistress Amy took these weights in her hand and dropped them again. Each time Lisa gave a short cry and a groan. Indeed, the groaning was almost continuous now as the pain started to become what must have been nearly unbearable. All I could do was stand in the shadows and watch and wince as each painful indignity was heaped on Lisa. I started to hate Mistress Amy. Dressed in rubber and made up to the nines like a rubber whore, I was completely unrestrained but powerless to do anything. I couldn't even tear my gaze away from the sight unfolding before me and then to my eternal shame my erection started to grow. I felt it tent my rubber knickers and looked down to see my skirt beginning to move. I could quite clearly see my engorged cock through the layers of translucent rubber.

Lisa's groans were becoming more animalistic and throaty, almost like an orgasm and it was the sight of her tortured body in shiny rubber and these sounds that started the process within me, regardless of my feelings about Lisa and what pain she was in. No wonder she was so fearful of my witnessing the event and what she would undergo.

Mistress Amy then secured my Lisa to a spanking bench which allowed her breasts to hang free. I could see the weights swaying and I saw Mistress Amy add more as I watched. There looked to be about half a pound of lead weights on each nipple and they were distended and very pink. Lisa didn't acknowledge the new weights and grunted as the anal hook chain was brutally yanked and shortened. Mistress Amy then proceeded to paddle Lisa's arse. She gave countless strokes although Lisa was required to count some of them and say 'thank you' after each one. Then Mistress Amy used a crop and I could see Lisa's arse cheeks turning through pink to bright red. Her groans were still gutteral and interspersed with cries of pain. Then I saw the drip from her genitals. I knew it wasn't sweat as it was really quite cool in the dungeon. It had to be that she was being turned on! My own cock swelled further and became uncomforatble. I was amazed and shocked at myself. How could I be turned on by this abuse of Lisa? Perhaps it was because she too was turned on. She knew that I was there.

Now Mistress Amy took up a flogger. It was enourmous and I could see that the working end was thin leather straps that were square. When Mistress Amy went to work on Lisa's pink bum I could see the stripes appear before my eyes. First a white welt that rapidly turned a bright red. At the points where the trails crossed the red was very bright and within half an hour I could see blood. Normally, I would have been sickened by this but it was Lisa's reaction that made the difference. She was ungagged now and I distinctly heard her panting between each stroknd I could see her vagina dripping almost continuously as she squirmed against her bonds making the weights sway and the hook move deep inside her.

Then Mistress Amy changed to canes. She had three. All of them were used on Lisa and she was told to kiss them before use. I lost count of the strokes but I could see the red welts and blood running down her arse and I saw and heard her have several orgasms and she squirted juice with each one. In the end I was stroking my own cock through the rubber.

Mistress Amy then gave six strokes from her favourite cane and then placed her hand on Lisa's back and stroked her.

Then Lisa spoke and these words will stay with me forever.

"Please God will somebody fuck me. Please. Fuck me......please?

Mistress Amy turned and looked at me without smiling. She stopped stroking Lisa and indicated that Lisa was now available for me to fuck. My dick led me to that bench and I stepped into the light as Mistress Amy busied herself with Gimp in cleaning her gear. I gingerly removed both the anal hook and the arse plug, lifted my skirt and pulled down my knickers and plunged my throbbing cock into Lisa. I would love to say that I plundered her holes for ages but the truth is that I only managed a couple of strokes in her vagina before she and I came in explosive roars.

Whilst my cock shrank I felt and saw blood on my hands. Without any hesitation and knowing how clean Lisa was, I dropped to my knees and started rimming her arse. I even managed to insert my tongue into her as she was so stretched by the dildo.

"Oh God that feels good, please don't stop," from Lisa between her gasping and groaning and I felt blood smear on my face as I set to work licking her tight puckered hole clean. I even felt my sated cock start to grow a little and I felt a white hot bead of cum issue from the end of it. Both Lisa and I were lost in our submission and I was not surprised or fazed to feel a cock on my cheek. I knew that Gimp was there and I briefly stopped rimming Lisa who groaned loudly for me to continue as I turned my head and took Gimp's erect and quite sizeable cock in my mouth. I then felt Mistress Amy on my blind side and realised that she was inserting vibrators into Lisa's arse and vagina. Once switched on and with me servicing Gimp's cock with a passion, the noise level from all three of us increased. Gimp came copiously in my mouth and I swallowed most of it. Some remained on my lips and tongue and I crawled round to kiss Lisa under the bench so she could taste the cum. She greedily licked it off me and came again as she finished. Her face was wrecked and her hair was matted. When I had finished kissing Lisa, I discovered we were alone. Both Gimp and Mistress Amy had disappeared. We had been down there for six hours.

I unfastened Lisa and detached her nipple clamps. She screamed and cried as the blood returned to her nipples. It took several minutes for her to gain sufficient strength to get to her feet. Even so I had to support her so I let her kneel and lean against the bench so I could rearrange my rubber clothes. My knickers were still around my ankles.

It took us quite a while to get back to our suite and I stripped Lisa and put her in the shower. I had no choice but to join her as she was very weak, almost fainting so I went in clad as I was. This, I briefly thought, was one benefit of rubber clothing. I washed Lisa's body carefully. Her bum was still bloody but was scabbing over already. I put some salve on her welts, towelled her dry and found a sweat suit for her to wear and put her to bed. By the time I also had dis-robed and showered, I too was very very tired and collapsed into bed next to Lisa having just enough energy to don a silky nightie. I checked Lisa to make sure That she was OK and she grunted and was breathing evenly. I think I fell asleep myself within seconds.