Part 3: A Welcome Change

“In two days you are going through your surgery, is that right?” asked Madam Gwen to Trish, after having called her into her office for a face to face conversation around a cup of coffee.

That very private room was large, well appointed with a wooden desk and a large pivoting chair, a computer sitting on the attached side desk; there was a small table with three armchairs around, and three high bookcases. On the other side of the desk stood a large file drawer on top of which one noticed three erotic statuettes. The curtains, in latex, affected a red and white pattern with white latex roping and red and black pompoms. The armchairs had black or blue latex covers too. Several pictures representing dramatic photographs of latex clad models and even an oil painting gave that room an air of diffused sensuality. The fragrance was a suave mix of latex and some other essence from the far-east.

Trish had left her writings in her bedroom and the cleaning of the shop, and had rushed in. She was dressed in her grey and white French maid latex uniform, a little formal, but cute as can be. Madam Gwen had dispensed the wearing of latex stockings during the summer time. She also had eased up on the underwear with knobs and insert because productivity had suffered some, understandably so. But it only was temporary. Everybody knew that.

“Yes, and I shall be back in six days from today”, answered Trish.

“All right then! I want to share with you some confidential information at the moment. I know I can trust you, and I will. I have planned to leave here for a month time and go to England to visit friends and relatives. I shall leave two days after your return from Marietta, and be back 33 days after that. In this envelope you will find part of my itinerary and phone numbers you can reach me at.”

“I feel honoured by your trust”, answered Trish humbly.

“Thank you. However, you only have a little idea of how much there is to supervise this operation, and I am aware that if you did everything perfect, there still would be a mountain of things for me to catch up upon my return.”

“What are you expecting of me?”

“I have listed in this note book, page by page, what will happen and needs to be done. This way you will be able to anticipate all that is necessary. I will only emphasize some important things. The clients: you will have the two monthly regular larvae, Mr. X, and Ms. Y. But, for some reason I do not know yet, on week No 1, I have booked five new clients, first timers, to be initiated to latex, two men and three women. As usual, the men will have a faster turn around, but all three women are coming the same day, and seem to know each other. They have requested a thorough, and I mean thorough rubberization over three days; highly unusual. These will be good cases for our course, all five of them.”

Immediately, Trish wondered how she could manage these three female clients with the little and inexperienced staff they were.

Madam Gwen turned around to get a set of keys and open a large lateral file cabinet. “Here are my clients’ records; these five new people are here in the pink file. For each of them I have specified in great detail each session, all the things you will need and all the supplies. While you are gone, I will make five boxes with the disposables, and the personal items. I also have prepared the billing. They will pay substantially. If they request a little extra, you may grant it to them. However, if it is a service amounting to more than half an hour and requiring new supplies, they will have to know how much. Here is a tariff sheet you can go over. If you have any question, let me know.”

Trish thumbed through the notebook. She realized that she would need to delegate quite a lot. No provisions were made for Eva’s studies at the university, preparation, etc. Trish decided to say nothing, but she would talk to Katrina and work out a plan. She noticed the times when Jennifer would be there.

“Have Jennifer’s duties changed?” Trish asked.

“No. In fact I wish you would introduce her a little more into our setup here. She is an excellent manager from what I hear, and I would like her to get acquainted with our staff and our special services. I have given her two slight introductions to latex; her skin is very sensitive, so much so that she can manage orgasms without any contact with her genitals with latex. She has a couple of latex things, but I do not know if and when she wears them. She is a reserved young lady, prudish, cautious, and does not open herself easily. Since you are about her age, you might be more successful than I. Do what you can with Jennifer. The more the better. Oh! By the way, I have met with her mother several times. She is a fine lady and she could assist you if you are in a fix, for I know her through my nursing profession. She is a beginner in latex also, but as a person, she is now more confident. Her name is Dolly-Jo; you will like her.”

Trish was making mental and written notes of all that.

“As it is, we shall not have any client besides.” Asked Trish.

“That is where you come in. You might get phone calls, and you will have to book the reservations. For this purpose, you only work with this telephone which is scrambled because it works through this computer. The potential clients leave a message and you call them back at the time that is convenient to them. The other telephone is only used for the running of the house. We must ensure privacy to our clients. The client listing is in the drawer, and must stay there, locked up. The keys will be put in the safe. You will memorize the numbers of the safe, and not forget them.”

The conversation went on for a long time; they talked about Eva and her training.

“If you don’t mind, Madam Gwen,” Trish suggested, “I can bring her forward real fast so that she could be ready in two months to start college.”

“If you can achieve this, I would be real grateful, for she is the kind of girl that exasperate me a lot, and I don’t think I could do that in such a short time. All the better for you.”

Trish was really happy, for she felt that for a couple of weeks things were not progressing at all. She could see why, but she did not dare tell Madam Gwen. After all! Who could? It was also agreed that Trish would print the part of the course Madam Gwen had not yet reviewed, and that that corrected part would be e-mailed to Siegfried just upon Trish’s return from Marietta.

“I can’t think of everything, of course, but I trust that you will do your best. Thank you, Patricia, to take on that load for me. I need a change, a rest, and be myself for a while” concluded Madam Gwen.

Trish’s heart went to her. “Please, don’t worry about me, or about us. We will all work very hard, because we love you. You may not know it, but you are loved here.” 

That went to Gwen’s heart and she hugged Patricia with tears in her eyes. In a flash, Trish could see all the personal growth she had gone through in the last few months thanks to Gwen, and she too was overwhelmingly grateful.

“One last point” asked Trish. “When will you inform the others on your departure?”

“I will do it on the day you will come back from Marietta. This way you will be able to handle them apart from me in the servants’ quarters.”

*   *   *

A New Self !

From the time she parked her car and walked to the door of Dr Ford’s office, Trish was so perturbed that she almost cancelled the entire idea five times. She was deadly afraid. “What am I about to do to myself?” she said aloud. She had tears in her eyes when she walked in the door. The receptionist immediately felt Trish’s panic and welcomed her with great gentleness. She held her hand,

“Don’t be afraid! I had mine done too. It is not so bad, really.”

Trish wiped her tears with a Kleenex and sat down.

“Calm down! Let me give you a little ice tea with a pill that will calm your nerves” offered the receptionist.

Trish sketched a smile of gratefulness and accepted the kind care she was provided. She was hot and sweating. The heat was beastly outside, and that run from the car to the office had wiped out her energies.

“Dr Ford lives only two miles away from here; we have thought of driving your car to her property while you are in surgery. Would you mind giving us your keys?”

Everything had been thought through, Trish noticed. The whereabouts of her car after surgery had never come to her mind. A door opened, and Dr Ford was standing there; she hugged her and comforted her also. Her assistant was arranging the instruments and surgical supplies in the other room where the operation would take place.

The moment Trish wearing a hospital gown only was lying on the table, she was covered with green cloths. The gas mask was placed on her nose, and she went to sleep not realizing anything. She woke up her head feeling like a watermelon, groggy, and filled with sleep. It was only one hour later since she had arrived. She did not dare look down at her chest, so afraid she was. She looked at the ceiling hoping it would somehow fall upon her.

Dr Ford noticed that she was awake and took her hand, checked her pulse, her blood pressure, wiped her face with a perfumed wash cloth.

“If you knew how beautiful you are, Patricia !” Dr Ford said with a smile. “That surgery has been the best and the easiest one we have had in quite some time.”

A tear of relief pearled on Trish’s eyes. She was comforted, yes, but she felt like a ton of lead not wanting to move.

“In a few moments, we are going to adjust a bra to support your breasts which are a little swollen now and will give you some discomfort. You will soon be able to admire your new you!”

A while later, the receptionist entered and sat Trish up to give her more ice tea and a couple more pills. As Trish sat up, she right away felt that her breasts were larger, but she was surprised that they did not feel as heavy as she had imagined. Now she was anxious to see them in the mirror.

“These are anti-rejection pills. You will have to take them regularly for some time. They have little side-effects.”

Trish could find some strength. “Could I see what I look like?”

“Sure! Let me call Dr Ford!”

If Trish had lived through some shocks before, she was not prepared for this one. When she saw her new self in the mirror, she cried her heart out; not tears of regret, but of relief, of joy, of amazement. With hesitation she touched her breasts and could feel the reality of it all.

“They are beautiful.” Trish kept repeating.

Dr Ford took her hand and stood next to her, passing to her Kleenexes to wipe her face. There was the surgery shock, true; Trish’s resistance was diminished. But the fears of the past month or two had accumulated and now she was so relieved. She took that moment in with all her heart, and stood there, leaning on the back of a chair. She turned sideways: she looked perfect, her chest beautifully developed, high, sensual, attractive, and firm. Dr Ford brought back the little piece of latex material and applied its coolness to her nipples which reacted immediately. She smiled at her patient sharing her joy. The scars were almost invisible, for Dr Ford had used very small stitches. She placed the dressing back on them.

“It is tender and delicate still. Here, let me fit you with this supporting bra. See it has a soft sterile strap on the bottom of each bonnet that applies on the scars and is interchangeable. You can use them when the dressing will come off. Wear the bra for the next three weeks or so. Here is a box of sterile straps; you will need to change them two or three times a day. Let us walk for a moment after you are dressed.”

Trish had purchased a couple of loose tops for larger breasted women. She slipped on one and looked at herself with a smile.

“I can’t believe it. I am another person.”

*    *    *

A New Friendship

At Dr Ford’s home Trish was introduced to her daughter Connie. The drive to Dr Ford’s home had been ok, but Trish felt almost faint as she stood in the entry hall, facing that lovely, tall, thin, and intelligent eighteen year old girl. Her bright brown eyes just grabbed her attention. She was dressed in a sleeveless silver latex dress with white and purple accents. The skirt of the dress was ample, and hemmed just under her knees. She wore leather pumps with four inch heels that kept her posture high and trim. Her attitudes towards her mother displayed a noticeable respect and deference, unusual at her age and considering other families.

“Connie is our second daughter. She is in her last year of high school. Barbara, the eldest, is working at the Village Plazza restaurant in a beach resort of North Carolina; she attends Georgia State University.” Dr Ford turned to Connie. “This is Patricia whom I met at Mrs. Gwen’s home. She is practically in charge of the place.” She turned again to Trish. “Mr. Ford, my husband, passed away less than a year ago…” she said in a low toned voice; she wanted to say more but decided to leave it there.

“I am so sorry”, said Trish with compassion.

She turned to Connie and warmly greeted her. In a flash she knew that she would be a friend to this girl and vice versa. Connie had a look of ‘I feel alone and need someone older than I since my dad and sister are gone’. That went to Trish’s heart. But at that moment, she felt so weak that she asked where she could lay down. It was the evening; the air had cooled off some. The sun was setting down. Dr Ford took her arm and led her to the shaded terrace by the swimming pool.

Trish lay on a lounge chair, and remained there motionless, her eyes barely open. Her attention was wondering aimlessly; she was floating, sometimes here, sometimes there; she was barely aware of the food that was brought on the garden table. She was not hungry anyway. She was missing someone to hug and be hugged by, and in her heart was trying to identify whom it could be at that moment. But nobody came to her mind to occupy that place. That in itself was distressful, for she needed a motherly presence by her. In her weakness, she felt lost, lonely. She had lost direction, meaning, and the will to continue the struggle. That moment was a difficult one to wade through.

As the minutes ticked on, she smelled the nearness of warm latex, and felt a very gentle touch on her hand. Trish feared to turn her head, for she would have burst in tears. Connie took her hand ever so gently and pressed it against her warm breasts. Then, she stood up behind the lounge chair and caressed Trish’s cheeks ever so gently. Tears were pearling in Trish’s eyes. The two were soul-mates as girls go, both knew it, both felt it in the core of their hearts. Trish slowly sat up and looked at Connie; she stretched a hand towards her. Connie came to her, and Trish embraced her with both hands on Connie’s back and applied her face into her belly. The feeling of latex on her face and of that tender-hearted girl, so willing, so kind, gave her the comfort she was starving for. She stayed there in that position until she could feel the rush of desire in Connie’s womb. It happened as naturally as an evening breeze.

“I’ll never forget what you just did for me.” Trish murmured to Connie.

Connie did not answer. She just pressed Trish’s head against her, and passed her fingers through her hair. At that moment both knew that they were not going to be alone in bed that night. They had identical feelings and communicated without words.

After a moment, Connie gave Trish a cool energy drink. Trish felt grateful for this and both girls started to get acquainted. Suddenly Connie interrupted,

“I am so hot that I need to go for a swim.”

She did not even change into a swimming suit, but just dived in the pool in her latex dress, and after a few laps, she came back and sat next to Trish. Her dress clung to her naked body; she looked like a latex statue, beautiful, sensual, and almost erotic. The fragrance of the drying latex on her was a delight to both. Connie took Trish’s hand again in hers. Neither one said anything for a while. A while later, when Connie’s dress had stopped dripping, Trish asked her,

“I think I feel strong enough to walk. Would you be kind enough to show me your bedroom?”

“I would love to. In fact, I’ll take your luggage upstairs also.”

“I can carry it.”

“No, you should not stress your arms yet; it is too early after the surgery” replied Connie.

Connie’s bedroom was nothing but beautiful. Latex was not everywhere as at Gwen’s, but the choice of colors, of furniture, of curtains that diffused the light of the sunset sky created a mystical quality that immediately struck any discerning person. Connie was a private person with great taste, meticulousness about her, and generosity. The colors of the room were on the softer side with very light blue, light green, off white and accents in darker green and red. Her furniture tended to the neo-colonial with flower patterns. She had a large walk-in closet and a regular one, a chest of drawers, a desk, a double sized bed, two grey cushion armchairs, and a coffee table with a glass top. One window opened over the backyard where the pool was illuminated and very inviting. The fragrance tended towards gardenias, yet mixed with latex.
Connie showed Patricia her many what-nots, some of her albums. She was quite a photographer.

“Do you want to see my latex collection?” she asked with a wink in her eyes?”

“Of course, show me all of it, while I sit in your armchair.”

“Sorry, I should have thought about offering you this. I am sorry!”

“Don’t! It is just today, I suppose. The surgery has drained my energy. After you show me, I want to go to bed. Do you know where I will sleep?”

“You can pick your bed, including mine… with me in.” Connie uttered these last words very softly.

“That will be fine. Then, let me get ready now, and you show me then. Is that ok with your mom?”

“She sleeps downstairs, and will not know the difference” replied Connie visibly happy.

Trish undressed, and put on a latex baby doll (over the bra, of course). She could not believe how forward her breasts pointed out. She felt like a sea going vessel. She got to see all the latex clothes of Connie.

“I am so tired that I shall call it a day, forgive me. Tomorrow we will share how we got into latex, will you?”

“I can’t wait”, whispered Connie into Trish’s ear.

She undressed also, powdered herself in the bathroom, slipped on an ankle length, short sleeved white and pink latex night gown, and slipped in the bed next to an already sleeping Trish. Trish had to get up a couple of times during the night to take some pain killers. It was early morning when both became aware of each other. They felt a little sweaty in their night clothes, but comfortably warm. They were rested and both wondered what would come next. That special feeling stemming from obscure but deep lusty desires was challenging their wills and hearts. Who was going to do the first move, and how? Trish was getting damp; so was Connie.

*    *    *

A Soul-Mate

With her portable sitting on her lap by the pool side, Trish was trying to concentrate to complete two things: the last notes concerning the Special Services Course, and the project she had been working on for 5 weeks now. She wanted this out to Siegfried soon after her return at Gwen’s home. She knew that, following this, she would not have any time for writings, only notes from the booked clients and others.

The Saturday passed rather fast, for Trish still felt tired and her mind could not concentrate well. She slept a long nap, and even with that rest, she did not feel up to staying up that evening. On Sunday, she felt strong enough to go with Connie to a movie during the afternoon, for the weather was hot and humid. They came out at sunset and they found a little restaurant with a large salad bar. They spent time talking, watching the patrons, enjoying the attention they got, and the atmosphere. All of a sudden Trish felt very tired, and they drove back to the Ford’s house. They both took time preparing for the night, enjoying every minute of  powdering each other with latex gloves, giving special attention to their erogenous zones, without overdoing it yet. Then they helped each other fitting their panties, squeeze and spread some jell in the crotch and massage each other’s sex and anus; then they helped one another pass the night gowns over their head. When Connie’s slipped hers down covering her slim body, Trish got down on her knees and gently caressed her body through the latex. That new form of care and attention, of tenderness, touched Connie’s heart, and she abandoned herself to the intake of her feelings.

“Connie, I have two masks in my case. Have you already worn a mask?”

“No, but I would love to” she replied in a lingering and sensual voice.

Trish stood up and rummaged in her case. She zipped the blue one on Connie’s head and the pink one on hers. Both were caressing each others head. They could not satiate their appetite for latex sensuality. They kissed each other on their lips, deeper and deeper. As they were about to go to bed, Trish said, “I don’t give a damn!”

She took off her bra, fixed the sterile straps with tape over the scars, and put some talcum powder over her breasts. The nipples were visible through the material of the baby doll top. She felt divine and looked very sexy.

 Both were hot and ready when they went to bed and covered themselves with a bed sheet and a light blanket. Staying somewhat cool, they needed one another to feel warm. That proximity fuelled inner fires that led hands to where they naturally would travel to, and the first orgasms of the night were not long in coming. Trish passed her arm under Connie’s night gown and her fingers gloved in latex, first caressed her thighs, the inner part in particular, before zooming to her underwear. She lightly caressed the area until her friend started to moan her pleasure. Connie opened her legs; losing no time at all Trish drove the latex material of the crotch into her labia and softly rubbed the entire crack. Connie’s clitoris was at the ready, proud and engorged. The stimulation of latex alone could have been enough, but Trish’s light finger dabbing there would have driven her to a full climax. But Trish decided otherwise.

“Rub my clit!... I need to come!... Please, do!...”

“Not this time, baby!” replied Trish. We have lots more to do.”

“Oh, please! Don’t make me wait!”

Trish was prepared. She had some toys by her side. She slowly slid a long dildo into Connie’s tunnel. It was accepted with eagerness.

“Go in and out, please” begged Connie.

“No dice! Not yet!”

Trish pulled out the anal dildo, the one like a cone of balls, one on top of the other.

“Lift up your knees and spread them apart all the way.”

Trish passed her left arm under her knees and pushed them against Connie’s belly. Then she slowly pushed that one too, as far as it could go.

“I don’t know if I can take it!” moaned Connie.

“You will! Wait and see!”

Trish let go of Connie’s knees. The dildos were by the nature of things forming a V within her with the point close to her womb. Then Trish crumpled a piece of latex material, pinched one of Connie’s nipple real hard. As she opened her mouth in protest, she stuffed it into it, turned both dildos on, and applied her mouth against hers laying half way on top to pin her down.

Connie was thrashing around; she could not control her contractions. With her tongue she tried to push the latex “gag” into Trish’s mouth. The taste of the latex with it all tasted like an elixir that drove Trish to orgasm too. The climaxes followed one after the other. At long last, Trish stopped the dildos, pulled out the gag off Connie’s mouth, but kept her kiss on it and tongued her deeply. It all went naturally, on impulse as it were, and neither one felt it odd at all. Then they voraciously ate each other’s nipples, and their bodies became warmer and more randy again. And so it went between moments of sleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning the two were fast asleep, and they woke up with a heavy head, not that well rested, but relaxed and content. They stayed there, next to each other; neither was hungry or eager to get up. Their panties felt slippery with love juice; they felt so united in their feelings that they did not need say anything. It was something new to both of them, and they did not want that moment to end, nor to be forgotten. Then Trish knew that her scar pains had subsided because she did not feel them, and her nipples felt the same as before the surgery. That lifted her spirits. She just was eager to do away with that supporting bra for good, but “the doctor said two to three weeks”, and that was only the third day. Dr Ford was at work, and there was no reason to get up.

“Your mom mentioned to me in my first appointment that she had a latex paradise here” Trish asked Connie, “Do you know what she was referring to?”

“I sure do.”

“Have you been there?”

“Only recently.” Connie went into a reverie of sorts.

“What is it like?”

Connie did not answer. Trish did not pursue with questions. Connie knew how her friend felt; she would answer that question at the right time. Trish did not need to be told. Connie shivered, not because it was cold; she must have had memories of some intense experience there.

Things to Complete

Wednesday arrived all too soon, and Trish left Connie and her mother in the morning. She had planned to stop on the way and concentrate on completing her project. The Course was updated. She purposed to stop at the public library of a mid-size town on the way. There, she felt, ‘I not only can work, but perhaps find some materials, either in the reference library, or on the web.’ She was very acquainted with the way libraries were organized and could progress very quickly. It was half past nine when she entered the public building.

On the way there, she had felt bad about leaving them that quickly, but Trish could not stay any longer because that last night with Connie had become a little too close, and she did not want to nurture the attachment any further. Trish expected Connie to call her every day; she wanted to keep the friend she loved, but was at a loss on how to maintain proper distance without heart breaks. A little idealistic! Two hours drive was hardly anything between them with such feelings. Yes, Trish loved Connie, but she felt lover and mother with her, and that mix would not remain good for long. Connie needed to grow some more first. Still, she was a super friend, and Trish would have been overjoyed to travel with her. She also felt that her upcoming career would be a heart break to both, for it involved lots of travel as soon as her training with Madam Gwen was over. Trish was in front of a painful choice.

When she had about finished her project, she called Madam Gwen to schedule her return, and to ask her if she needed anything from the store, that she could pick up on the way. Now that her work was completed on both aspects, the course and the MORELAX project; she only had to type in Gwen’s corrections, and the whole damn thing could go to Siegfried. That was a relief!

Leaving the library Trish tried to focus on Katrina and Eva with whom she probably would share bed. To Trish, her breasts looked larger than ever, like a snow plough in front of a truck. Already in the library, male eyes followed her goings as she looked up references. She knew that she looked like a million dollars and that she had to deal with all that attention. Still dressed in jeans and T-shirt over that supporting bra, (she found a name for it that was not too nice), she knew that she could not appear in Gwen’s presence not being dressed in latex. What to wear? That is the question!  Could she fix the dress she wore with Siegfried at Disney on time? After all, she had to make a dent under the arms and place a triangular piece that would allow for more room. It would be a little more provoking because the “plunging” look would move forward quite a bit. As she was thinking about all that, she arrived at the estate and drove directly to her quarters, and from there walked into the shop.

Every item she had put in the closet to be fixed was still there, fortunately. The pale was in the closet where she had left it. She took the internal telephone and dialled Madam Gwen.

“How are you Madam?” she greeted her.

“Where are you?” she answered in a pressing tone.

“In the shop to fix a dress, for I can only wear regular clothes.”

“We have prepared clothes for you. They are in your bedroom closet. I am sending Eva to help you dress. How do you feel?”

Trish was glad that after all she had gone through, Gwen felt a bit for her. So she decided not to play the hero.

“Well… pains are still there, and my concentration and potential has been diminished temporarily. I hope it will come back soon.”

“I am glad you are back. Bye.”

‘What do you know?’ uttered Trish, ‘she is glad. If she needs a rest, so do I. Go, Madam, go to England, to your friends. G. help us, if we cannot function… just as well… no, better!’

She rushed upstairs with her luggage, opened her closet, and found the most ravishing Tyrolean dress which she laid out on her bed. She took a shower, dried, taped these sterile pads on the scars, put talcum powder on her prescribed underwear, on herself, and jell where was needed. When she walked out of the bathroom, Eva was waiting for her in the corridor. The two girls hugged tenderly. The warm body of Eva through her latex clothes felt so good to Trish that she revived. Since she had talcum powder, Trish took a towel to dust her friend off.

“Don’t bother with this! I’ll take care of it,” said Eva “Your breasts are beautiful” She admired.

“Thank you!” smiled Trish. “It is kind of you to welcome me back.”

“I have been waiting for you all the time. I missed you.”

“You must know about these kinds of dresses since you come from Germany.”

“Yes, let’s start.”

“Before anything, have you seen the control unit of my insert?” asked Trish.

Eva hesitated. “I am not saying anything. Ok?” She turned Trish’s radio on loud and lifted the Tyrolean dress up in between them as if she was looking at it. “ Mrs. G. has it.” She said loud enough for Trish to understand.

Immediately, Trish knew that it was a revenge for the pale of water. She did not feel like one of those torrid sessions, just after her surgery. If Madam Gwen had planned this, she would drop one hundred yards in her esteem. So, she excused herself to Eva, and went to the bathroom, took off her underwear, slipped out the insert, and put a piece of scotch tape on one end of the batteries.

Eva handed her two 32D black latex bras. The first one had knobs to tease her nipples, the other one and cuts in the bonnets and left the nipples free.

“Presents from Madam Gwen!” commented Eva. “They are yours!”

“Well, that’s nice!” Trish picked the second.

“Sorry! It is too small. I need a DD size.”

Both laughed hysterically. Eva knew where bras could be found, and she took away the two she had and brought back the next size up with apertures in the bonnets.
 
The music was still playing. Eva went about to assist Trish passing the bra and adjusting her breasts which filled it all right. Her nipples protruded clearly and sharply. Trish loved that new erotic sensation. Then Eva helped her with the white latex blouse. The teasing of the material against Trish’s nipples awoke new feelings in her womb. The blouse had loose fitting sleeves collar and waist, all tied with red latex ribbons through discrete grommets. She pinched her nipples, quite obvious through the white latex of the blouse.

Then she put on white latex socks up her calf, with tie ribbons as well. She pulled up a waist high petty coat of light weight white latex which caressed her legs: a sensual delight on her thighs all around. After that she slipped the dress over her head. The skirt was ample, made of vertical blue and black panels, eight inch wide. The bottom edge was red with black latex bows, and from the waist up, it was gathered into a corset that tied in the back. The corset reached up and about two inches under her breasts. Eva worked the laces with deft fingers and Trish was dressed, or just about.

Trish slipped her black shiny two inch heel high shoes. Then she went to the bathroom to fix her hair, make up and jewellery. She looked cute, ready to dance.

“I believe it is one of Madam Gwen’s dresses. She told me that you had nothing to put on after your surgery.”

“That’s true!”

Trish took a last look at herself. She loved her new profile, her new breasts. She knew she would make some girls jealous and men crazy. ‘Now that’s it! I am not going with a maid uniform any longer!’ she told herself.

On the way to Gwen’s house, she wondered if Gwen was not seeking to be dominated after all. That thought came in her as a flash of light. She had not been for months, ever since Trish knew her. Nobody entered her private world, and the loneliness must have been unbearable. ‘That’s the reason she goes to the old country’. Trish wondered if she could handle a woman like Gwen with the other three. She needed the opportunity. So she decided to play her game until the right moment and turn it around. She felt that she needed to explain her plan to Katrina. She also needed Gwen’s corrections to the course beforehand, so she made it a point to ask her before anything else.

Trish was not yet at the house that Madam Gwen, dressed in her best black latex evening gown, walked towards her and with emotions hugged her.

“To talk with you over the phone is nothing, but to see you now, so beautiful, and… oh my… how different, more beautiful, more attractive… Wow! I am out of words! Congratulations, Patricia.! What an asset to yourself!”

Madam Gwen was – perhaps – feigning surprise; was she truthful? -A mix of both probably, if that can be. All that gushing could have been interpreted in many ways. Was she happy to see Patricia so much more attractive that it was good for business? Was it disguised jealousy? Was it her way to tell others “do the same as she” if you want my full endorsement? Or was it that she felt Patricia so much more attractive in her clothes?

“Well, you might not know, but we have prepared a small welcoming party for your return tonight with a special dinner. It will be ready at 7 PM. Until then, we need to talk the two of us.”

 “I do not deserve any honours of any kind. But would that be acceptable, Madam, that I briefly greet Katrina before we meet in your office?”

“Of course, Patricia! I shall be waiting there for you as soon as you are done.”

“By the way, Madam Gwen, I thank you for your thoughtfulness in providing such splendid clothes that fit me so comfortably and for the new bra also. Thank you!”

“To tell you the truth, I used to wear that dress years ago, but… maturing just left it in the box for good. I could not resolve myself getting rid of it, and this is the perfect opportunity.”

“Thank you ever so much, indeed.” Trish was truly grateful.

The three women walked into the house: Madam Gwen to her office; Trish and Eva to Katrina who was writing a letter on the table of the patio.

After new hugs and expected questions, Katrina asked in a low voice,

“Is this true that Madam Gwen is leaving us on Friday for a month?”

“Yes, it is; and I shall explain to you all the stuff we need to do after dinner. How has she been during my absence?”

“Just impossible! Something is not working right in her head and emotions. She is excessive in everything, right Eva? answered Katrina.

The situations were described quickly.

“I feel” answered Trish, “that she has nobody to talk to, no one to answer to, and that she is begging for being dominated…” Trish waited to see if her diagnostic would echo.

“Assuming it is so, what do you think we can do now?” asked Eva.

“Well, we have a day and a half before she physically leaves here, 36 hours. Give her another four hours to prepare her cases and stuff, we have 32 hours for a session in the clinic, even the dungeon.”

“Are you sure that this is what you want to do?” asked Katrina.

“What have we got to lose? She will experience our skills until we free her. She cannot fire us now. She won’t cancel her trip, for she has it all organized. I feel that she is looking for submission. Let’s see what happens during dinner. If she wants to put me through a session, I shall go along, but prepare some bondage things for her hands, ankles and a mask for her head in your pockets. When you have subdued her, free me, and I shall assist you. I have to go to the office, so you work it out.”

Roles Reversed

“I would like to bring your corrections to that portion of the course and email it tonight before dinner; this way I can be attentive to all your instructions,” asked Trish.

“Well to be truthful, your mates did not give me much time to re read it. What I have seen is just fine; frankly I have nothing to change” answered Madam Gwen a little nervously. It was obvious that she had not read the first word.

“Ok then; if that is so, I shall email it now. It still can be corrected, should you find a serious error at a later date. May I?”

“You sure do, and then I can let you know all the other things that have come up, or I forgot to tell you.”

Trish prepared an email to Siegfried with two enclosures : the latest portion of the course, and her project. In the message she wrote : “Hi Siegfried. I do not want to add a burden to your heavy schedule, but you will find besides the new materials for the course, the descriptive of a special project of my own which we should discuss sometime. It might fit in the plans of your boss. This Friday, Gwen is leaving us for England and will be back in a month. We are 3 w.  to hold the fort and the clients.
Trust you are well. P.+DD”

This done, Trish took her note book and turned to Madam Gwen.
“I am ready now.”

“Thank God I have you! I could never leave if you were not back. Now, down to business!” Madam Gwen had a long list of things to look after, to accomplish. She went over the monies, the shopping, everything and some. There was work for six people for four months. Trish knew from the start that all of it would have to be reinterpreted and discussed with the others.

“Besides all of this, I have decided to install an above ground swimming pool. Here is the drawing. The workers will be there on Monday. You will be responsible to see that the entire project will turn out to my satisfaction. It should be done when I am back. To help you I have asked Jennifer who you know and her neighbour, Bernardo, I believe, who has put together this project.”

“Yes, Madam Gwen, I shall take care of this project. You will be happy to see it when you are back.”

“Good! Read the entire presentation, and see that all they wrote in there is completed.” Madam Gwen looked at her watch. “Time for dinner!”

The dining room was set in a festive manner, and the first course pleased everyone. Madam Gwen felt it was her duty to greet Patricia with some sort of speech.

“We have been surprised at your make over project when you shared it with me, and we are all the more at the sight of the results. Let us toast to your entire recovery!”

Patricia accepted the toast and proposed another to Madam Gwen’s journey to England. Till then, the game was even. At desert time, Madam Gwen’s hand went to her little purse where she had the controlling unit of Trish’s wireless dildo. She was looking forward to giving her back what she had been surprised by snooping into Trish’s affairs. But nothing happened. The insert did not respond, of course, since Trish had “fixed” it.

Madam Gwen was not a loser.
“After dinner, I have to show you something in the clinic which will interest you lots. It is a new set of gadgets that arrived two days ago. You will also need to learn how to use them. We shall all meet there.”

The Cat in the Mousetrap

When Madam Gwen was not looking when Trish winked at her mates. The game was on. The roles were reversed from that moment on. The excitement, a mix of fear and adventure was hard to control, but each girl had to. There was electricity for those in-the-know.

The meal ended; all three young women put on their large latex apron, the latex gloves, brought the dishes to the kitchen, and quickly washed everything. They hung up their latex kitchen aprons and reported to Madam Gwen in the clinic.

Gwen was so fixed on her goal, which was of giving Trish a lesson, that she could not conceive what was about to happen.

“This is my new secret, Trish. Take your clothes off, but your underwear, and lay on the GY examination bed. Katrina and Eva, you look as well!”

When Trish was bound arms and legs, Madam Gwen pulled out of her purse the control unit of Trish’s insert to check it out. Katrina and Eva seized that moment, one to cuff one of her hands to the table, the other to do the same, to zip a rubber mask over her head thus blinding her, while the first one cuffed her legs with a one and a half foot long restraint in between. Eva snapped a latex collar and a leash to the table. Then they turned Gwen around, tied her elbows in her back, detached one wrist at a time, and slipped her arms into a latex sleeve and laced it. The whole thing took no more than a minute.

Gwen was so surprised. She thought it was a game, first. But when she realized that she was bound and helpless, she knew it was not. Anger came through her with an unbelievable energy.

“If you think you will get away with this,” she screamed, “you just wait”.

Nobody responded. Next the girls tried hard to tie her legs to the legs of a chair. Gwen wanted nothing of it; but in the end she could not but sit on it. A wide belt around her body and the back of the chair immobilized her completely. Gwen was protesting non stop, threatening them with all kinds of epithets. The worst of her person was coming out. Trish knew then that she was on the right track, that Gwen needed to be dominated; she was out of hand. Too much power corrupts perfectly. Eva and Katrina freed Trish from her situation. Trish got a washcloth to wipe off the saliva that was dripping from Gwen’s mouth. In her rage, Gwen tried to bite Trish’s hand.

“Gwen, since you tried to bite me, I shall take care of that. It has been your choice in this matter.”

Trish went to the closet of special tools, and pulled out a jaw spreader.

“Open your mouth, Gwen!”

Gwen refused to do it and kept her teeth clenched.

“That’s better. Keep your mouth closed.” Trish put the spreader on the side, well in the sight of Gwen.

Trish took her time to prepare her nursing clothes, tied her mask, her latex comprehensive apron, and other things and slapped on two pairs of latex gloves, well in Gwen’s sight. By the time she was ready, Gwen fought a lot less. She thought she knew what was coming. The two attendants held her while Trish untied her from the chair, and moved her to the GY bed. Carefully they took off her clothes, never leaving a member of her body free to move. After a few minutes, Gwen was the patient, and the real session could begin. She only had her latex briefs on, but no insert !!! That was against the law of the house. Gwen heard Trish scold her again,

“So, there are two rules in the house! Yours to us, and yours to yourself! Your sweet hole will need some retraining! Eva, pull down her latex underwear!” ordered Trish with a wink.

” Wow!” exclaimed the three together as they noticed Gwen’s labia with four rings on either side, spaced equally spaced over its entire length, and one under her clitoris.

“You make my life easy, “ said Trish to Gwen.

Trish knew every item of that clinic, and she directed the other two.

“While I shower her genitalia, you fetch the enema pumping unit. Take the KX additives for the enemata, double the dose! She has to learn what erotic feelings are like.”

Gwen in her fear of being hurt beyond repair, could not concentrate any longer. She was an ejaculating woman when enough stimulated, and that point was close. She feared that humiliation because the girls would soon find out. In fact that was her secret, the reason for latex in her life to begin with.

Quietly, as instructed, Katrina and Eva went about. The process went on, all three looking on. When it was time to retain the enemata, Trish connected an electrical clamp to the clitoris ring and introduced a G-spot vibrator into Gwen’s vagina. She then turned the vibrator on and did send light electrical impulses to the clitoris. In short order, Gwen screamed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” and ejaculated all over Trish’s apron.

“Did you see that?” exclaimed Katrina.

Each and every time her clitoris was stimulated, Gwen could not help but enjoy torrid orgasms. When she was about to peak, Eva on cue would release the rubber belt that held her belly in, and Katrina pulled out the anal plug. The expelling of the enemata literally exploded into the recipient. Gwen would feel so much the better, of course. But that was not all.

Gwen kept on moaning her anxiety, for the girls remained silent between each treatment. That made it ten times worse for Gwen, because she could not see and barely hear. She did not know what to expect. Her tension and emotions were at peak; she had to learn the lesson of trust over panic once more.

“What are you going to do next to me?” she would ask non-stop. “Don’t you hurt me!” There was still the tone of the boss giving orders in her voice. She had not reached that point where she would wonder what these girls wanted to achieve and let them do.

When the enema sessions were over, Trish got two lengths of string and two thin polished metal sticks with pinholes at each end. She passed them through the rings of Gwen’s labia, one on each side, and tied the ends of these sticks with a piece of strings around her thighs. Her labia was held wide open. The more her legs were spread, the tighter the sticks pulled on the rings. Trish adjusted the knots so that no harm could happen. Still, Gwen’s legs, secured to the stirrups, spread apart, gave free view and access to her most vulnerable and private area.

Trish’s fingers, gloved in latex, dipped into a pot of sensitivity enhancement cream and generously applied it on Gwen’s labia down to her rectum, and deep inside her vagina; she even massaged the walls of the vagina for a short while. The resulting feelings grew in intensity, and Gwen reacted very strongly. Tied as she was, the girls knew that after the first minute or so, it felt like a burn, but then the heat would travel deeper into the tissues, and the sexual stimulation would drive to stronger climaxes. Trish was especially attentive to put plenty of cream on Gwen’s clitoris which she lightly rubbed in. Gwen looked like she was angry fighting, trying to get out of her bonds. But Trish ordered Eva and Katrina to place the wide latex panel across her belly once more and to tighten it. Gwen was immobilized.

“You are crazy! You don’t know what you are doing! I’ll have you too and do the same! I’ll burn you alive!... What do you want?... What are you going to do next?... “ Gwen was screaming.

Trish turned to her friends and quietly said, “It is not that bad, really. It peaks and calms down after two minutes. She is making a big fuss.”

“If you try to free yourself again, I’ll put some more!” scolded Trish.

She then put some of that unguent on Gwen’s breasts. Gwen had a strong reaction also following this. Her love hole was oozing more and more.

“Collect it! She will drink it when we have enough of it; it will send her flying.” She ordered Katrina with a smile.

Trish went to a drawer and brought a whip made of long thin strips of very soft latex. Standing between Gwen’s legs, she gently let the tip of the latex strips caress her exposed genitalia. The stimulation must have been the most exciting one, for Gwen moaned and moaned, wanting more and more. Her self-control was washing away. Each nerve in and around her intimate parts were being stimulated; it did not rest; it was overwhelming; Gwen wanted to come again, but…  The pain was joining pleasure, and she was not sure that she wanted it stopped. Still her body reacted strongly every time the whip lightly touched even the smallest area of her genitalia, like an effleurage.

“When will that be enough for you?... What will you do next?...” complained Gwen.

Trish got tired with all that baby crying. Gwen’s bitterness was poisoning everybody and everything. She went to the gag drawer, pulled out an inflatable one.

“This is what we will do!” Trish showed her the gag. But Gwen tightened her mouth.

“So you refuse! Well, we have ways.”

She clipped the electrical wire to Gwen’s clitoris and sent a stronger impulse. Gwen screamed bloody murder, and Trish slipped the gag into her mouth, quickly tied the strap and started to pump.

“Mmmmmffffmmmm!“

“Your clients are much better than you are. They do not resist. They play the game, yours. But today it is our game! Kapish?” said Trish in a firm voice.

This entire preparation completed, Trish ordered the fucking machine. While it was being prepared and adjusted, she took off the latex belt that pressed Gwen’s tummy, and covered her body with talcum powder and with the large latex sheet. She gently started to rub her body through the latex to awake more erotic feelings still, and to bond her libido to latex some more. At the same time, Katrina lubricated Gwen’s vagina with her long latex gloved fingers, and the phallus of the machine.

The girls changed Gwen’s mask to replace it with another more suited to the purpose with the TV goggles. Before setting the new mask, they washed her face, dried it and put talcum powder where the latex material would sit. Gwen did not argue, nor resist; she was becoming subdued. The gag went back into her mouth. She knew it was useless to fight.

When Gwen was finally outfitted, Trish connected all the equipment, the earphones, the TV goggles, and chose on the computer a f.mach. treatment DVD that was synchronized to the equipment, and started the process. She set it on “slow” since Gwen was already so keyed up. Each girl in turn kept on rubbing Gwen’s body with the latex sheet. That gentle and comprehensive sensation would at long last overwhelm anything else in its way, for no matter how many orgasms Gwen could manage, the hunger for caresses would grow deeper and deeper. All of them knew of this.

How did Gwen feel? First, as we know, she was mad as a hornet. She could not figure how these women could dare to do that to her… to HER! In her mind, she rehearsed all she had done FOR them, and was upset with their ungratefulness. But as time went on, pleasure and pain joined, she realized what they had done for her too, and how little gratefulness she had given them, in particular to Eva with whom she had been unfair.

She felt the phallus of the machine slowly move into her sensitive vagina. That invasion drew a new sort of pleasure she had never experienced before. She also could feel the caress of the latex sheet with so much more intensity, and she knew that someone kept with the light caress over her genitalia. The story she was watching espoused the exact sequence she was experiencing; the girl was not gagged however, and that added all the more pimento to the show. It was a punishment of sorts that was going to last very long for that young woman had proven quite rebellious and angry. The Madam was asking her questions as time went on. Gwen could see the break down of the girl’s self-will as the machine would bring her to the edge and stop.

 Then Gwen understood that the top of the mountain to climb before her own climax would occur was much higher yet. In the process, the belt was placed on her belly once more. Vacuum cups were fixed on her nipples – just like in the movie

The machine slowly accelerated, but it was so far from what it should be. Sometimes it would stop altogether, and restart. Gwen’s sexual frustration mounted higher and higher. At long last the phallus started to work into her, faster and faster, she knew that she was being lifted up; the stimulation ran ahead of her realizing it, as if she would run after a departing train. She was being pushed on one side, and pulled on the other, but her legs could not follow. Then she felt carried by the phallus to the edge of a huge chasm. She was on the edge of it, but she could not grasp at anything, control anything, she was pushed inside it and she went down and down. Her climax started, and an immense force pushed her out of that chasm, up and up, higher and higher.

All of a sudden the wide strap holding her belly tight was ripped off. Gwen did not hear it. She knew that all was lose, she was one with the force, a tiny dust in that uncontrollable storm of feelings. She was almost losing consciousness. Each caress of the sheet kept her mounting and mounting, each caress on her genitalia sapped at her will to react. She could not, nor would say or do anything. She let herself being carried away, whatever would happen. She was a drop of water in a storm, a snow flake, a nothing somewhere in space.

It was about midnight when they were through with that machine. After that first big climax, Gwen had had more orgasms than she ever could imagine. She gave out all the love juice she had in. All thoughts of pay back and vengeance were gone out of her mind. She was just an erotic mass without will and without purpose. But it was not finished.

The girls equipped her for a 24 hour stay in total and multiple latex enclosures; the sticks were pulled out; a dildo in her vagina was wired, another in her rectum was connected to an enema machine. Trish slipped a catheter into Gwen’s bladder with a urine collector. Gwen did this to herself from time to time; it kept her randy. Trish chose to hydrate and medicate Gwen through enemas, rather than waking her up every two hours to drink. When all these tubes and wires were passed through special opening in her multiple latex layers, her body was tightly belted. She could not move her arms. They transferred her on a gurney and left her there in the clinic breathing through her gag. A soporiphic was expedited in the enemata, and the computer played the sound of waves washing on the shore to put her to sleep. Trish adjusted the computer for sleep monitoring and for hidden messages that would alter Gwen’s mind for some time.

She turned to her friends as they checked everything once more,

“Go to bed” she told Katrina and Eva. “I shall wake you up, Katrina, in 3 hours for your turn to watch her, and Eva, put your alarm clock at 5H45 to relieve Katrina. We will let her sleep until noon. She is very tired. I plan to free her out of this at 10 PM, so she will have time to pack, sleep and we will drive her to the airport Friday afternoon.”

Trish, now alone, had time to think of what she would feed Gwen’s subconscious. She programmed the messages to repeat over a 15 minutes period of time. Until 10 AM, it would take about forty messages. She had done that before, and she knew how customized that part should be. It usually was discussed with the client before. Since Gwen had never shared anything in that area and had kept so private, Trish decided to take advantage of how she perceived her and work with that..

Feeding the Subconscious

When a person sleeps, the information, the suggestions, the influences of hidden words into other sounds have a considerable effect, for he or she is without defence. Only absolute loyalty is required. Trish introduced the forty or so messages by themes. First, she sought to comfort Gwen, beginning with the little girl to the adult; she then reassured Gwen to open up her heart and her feelings; she then moved to latex, and bonded her heart , sex and soul to it once more. Gwen heard “you cannot live without latex” for about fifteen minutes. Then it changed to “latex makes you sexy”, to continue with “your sex needs latex all the time”, etc. Then Trish fed her with lessons on kindness to all and to herself. She ended these forty or so messages with latex again, the last one being “ you are craving to dress in latex”. She knew that Gwen would dress all latex when she would go to the airport; she would not feel right otherwise.

Now Trish wondered how many of these suggested ideas would meet their target. Would Gwen  become another lady for some time?

This done, she went to clean up all the things that were used, she mopped the floor, cleaned her own latex nursing clothes. Then she left some instructions in writing for Katrina who was not used to the computer too much. Just before 3 a.m. Katrina walked in with tired eyes; she was in her natural latex night clothing, add to them a comprehensive bathrobe of the same material. Trish had some tea ready for her.

 (Continues in MORELAX   Part  4)

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