Part 2: A Necessary Education

Eating in Style, And With Self-Control

“Follow me to the kitchen! Here is an apron!”

Gwen tightened around Trish a large sky blue latex apron comprehensive enough to wrap her in the back and some, and with a chest piece held around her neck with a strap. The coolness of the apron revived all the caresses of her clothes. Trish expression said it all; she had to lean on the wall to keep her balance. That did not escape Gwen’s attention, but she did not make any remark about it. She led the way to the kitchen. All the food was prepared, ready to be cooked. She also had lined up the dishes to be carried to the dining room.

“Would you, please, set the table, my dear?”

There was more silverware and cutlery, more wine glasses and dishes for two people than Trish had ever seen. The table cloth was made of dark green latex with finely cut motives glued on it, an edging of rare skill, and a latex see through pattern that must have needed a lot of patience to cut. It covered another white latex table cover thus putting to better effect the view of the art work. That evening was to be a feast of food and friendship.

When Trish was done, including the folding of linen napkins (latex napkins do not work that well, she concluded), Gwen came to check it all out. She adjusted each table setting, showing Trish the exact position of everything, laughing all the way with her good nature. Gwen showed her the other things to be put on the table, the coasters for the wine bottles, the little dishes for mustard, relish, mint jelly, and other condiments. Then they went back to the kitchen to heat the soup, the vegetables, and prepare the meat to be broiled. There was port in the soup, wine in the meat. When all of it was in various stages of preparedness, she led Trish to the parlour again.

“Let us have a first drink together, shall we. I would assume that you are not too much acquainted with cocktails, so I have something good to suggest to you. Would you mind?”

“Not at all, as long as it is not too heavy; I don’t have a strong resistance to alcohol.”

“That will be perfectly light, like a wine in fact.”

Gwen was given a little glass of some sort of red liquid that smelled fruity and sweet. She tasted its fine flavour. Gwen, true to the training she had designed for a first time visitor such as Trish had mixed in some sort of aphrodisiac which she knew would act up soon after desert time.

“Sit down, Patricia!”

On account of her insert that prevented her to bend her low back like she would have done in an armchair, Trish sat at the edge of a chair. Already she felt the hem of her skirt rise. A quick look confirmed that the garters were visible all around. She tried to pull it down. No dice!

“It is not supposed to cover more of your legs,” commented Gwen with a smile of understanding; “it looks perfectly fine.”

Trish wondered where the game was leading, although she had a very good idea by now. It was only a question of waiting what next.

“You must be surprised at all the things that can be made out of latex, true?” continued Gwen cheerfully, seemingly unawares of the turmoil that her way of life could mean to her guest.

Trish playing the game answered with some excitement, “Oh yes! I never imagined anything of the kind. Latex feels so soft and cool to wear, but then warms up comfortably.”

“I knew that you would like latex; many do when guided and accompanied by somebody who enjoys it too. It grows on you, you know.”

They went back to the kitchen and prepared the soup with fine herbs, and left all the rest on simmer, hung their aprons on the appropriate hook, and walked into the dining room to enjoy that first course. Warm French bread was already in a basket under a fresh linen napkin. Trish felt herself slip into another world. She could not describe her feelings of well-being. She had never imagined one could live like that, afford such fine foods, and last of all, dress in such an erotic material, that just made these feelings grow and last and last.

“Now, Patricia, will you go to the kitchen, put on your apron, and bring here the tray. You will carry the soup dishes to the kitchen and bring back the warmed plates and the next course serving dishes from the oven.”

 Before Trish came back with the tray, she filled up a sink with hot water and some dish soap for the pre rinse. As the water was filling the kitchen sink, she was dying to bring herself to orgasm; it was almost unbearable. At that moment, she flexed her knees till she sat on her heels and slowly stood up. The stimulation all along her crotch was at the limit of the controllable; more would have brought her over into a state of crisis. With trembling hands, she took the tray to the dining room, tried her best not to shake while taking off the dirty dishes.

Carefully, she placed them into the sink, then opened the oven, gathered all of her will power, pulled out the hot serving dishes with hot pads, the hot dishes, and brought them to the table. In the mean time, Gwen had taken care of the wine and was pouring it in the glasses. Trish could not walk fast; every step meant a mountain of self-control. She hung her apron, in the kitchen and came back to sit down.

“Is there anything else, Madam Gwen”? she asked hoping there would not be.

“No, that should be all. Let us taste my favourite mutton recipe.”

During the second course, Gwen enquired about Trish.

“My parents have taken an early retirement, and I am here to work and pursue more education. I wanted to stay with my girlfriends from college. We form a good support group.”

“That’s just the way, is it not? What level of education have you achieved?”

“After High School I completed a trade school in bookkeeping and office administration. I got the job I am still at and have been promoted twice. Three evenings a week, I pursue my education, and I am one semester away from completing a Master’s in accounting.”

“How courageous of you! What are your hobbies, may I ask?” continued Gwen.

“Well, when there is time, I love to swim and sail; I have tried riding horses, but I cannot afford it. In the winter, I skate to keep my legs in shape. But my true hobbies are music and sewing. I play piano and clarinet.”

“What do you sew?” Gwen asked that question with emphasis, as if it mattered to her.

“All my clothes, if it is cheaper than buying them. For pleasure I sew fine underwear, evening gowns for bridesmaids, and I even tried a wedding gown.” 

Gwen asked a few more questions on that subject, and then waited before continuing as if to give weight on the subject she had in mind.

“You have been surprised by your clothes, haven’t you?”

Trish felt she was being tested. “Pleasantly surprised, I should say. They are very well made and comfortable.” She played the game.

“Well, how nice of you to say so! It is your first experience with latex, I imagine.”

“Yes, it is, and I am glad for it.”

“You noticed the unusual underwear I did prepare for you. There is an explanation I need to give you. In Britain, for hundreds of years most men were travellers. Those who stayed worked hard, drank hard, and were nothing in bed. When rubber came on the scene, women were not used to think of themselves, but for a few wealthy exceptions. But, since the second world war, things have evolved, particularly in Great Britain where a lot of products and new things are offered to women who miss or don’t care for a male sexual relationship, by purpose or default. Hence, you have on yourself a present day item that is quite satisfying for a sexually mature woman. You probably are enjoying that arrangement, are you not?”

Trish’s shyness in answering the last question gave all the clues Gwen was seeking.

“You are burning with desire, with lust for an orgasm, am I right?” Gwen said in a low and assured voice and with a big smile.

Trish nodded.

“Very well then; keep up your self-control. We shall take care of that in a splendid manner after desert and coffee. You have my word for it. You see, I am a nurse, and I know from all angles what makes a woman enjoy to her limits. You will see for yourself tonight.”

Trish efforts to control her self were so great that she could not even think of what that last statement could possibly mean.

After a couple of minutes, Gwen offered,“If things progress well, as they are now, I shall give you a visit of my closets so that you may see most of what is done in latex. I have here some fashion catalogues and magazines that display some of the splendid garments talented couturiers are producing. As you are a fine looking young lady, I see no reason why you should not count in your closet some of these things.”

“How costly are they?” interjected Trish to gain some time and distract her mind.

“It is all a matter of definition; when you want something real bad, when it is suiting your intimate feelings, you do not look at prices. Yet, there are other ways of producing latex garments in a less expensive way, and we will talk about that in time.”

“I need to go real bad. Is there a bathroom nearby?” asked Trish.

“Yes, across from the kitchen door giving on the corridor” answered Gwen with a smile. “Just make sure you don’t bring yourself to climax, for it would ruin what I have in mind for you. Yes! There is a bottle of jell I would recommend you use on the insert and on the knobs as well. It will feel a little cold first, but it won’t last.”

Gwen knew that within half an hour or so, Trish would be so hot that she would beg for release.

In the bathroom, Trish found everything as Gwen had told her. After pulling down her dress pants she had to undo the garters before she could slip down her underwear; it finally gave her a welcome sensation of release, for her intimate tissues had grown quite sensitive; in slowly pulling out the insert, she almost climaxed. It was only the shame of having to admit it to Gwen that kept her from it. After catching her breath she emptied her bladder. She cleaned the old jell off the insert and the knobs with toilet paper, and applied a generous layer of the new jell Gwen had recommended. She felt much better when she cautiously reintroduced the dildo and pulled the latex underwear tightly up once more. The coolness of that jell helped a lot to calm down that area. It was only momentary. She had no idea of things to come. Walking back, she felt more of a woman, and proud to be one.

Trish finished eating in her best possible manners; she was afraid of initiating any conversation now, for she could not trust her words to express her mind so loud the voice of her feelings sounded. Once, Gwen was finally done eating, Trish automatically got up, went to the kitchen, put on her latex apron, and went to the dining room with the tray to take the dirty dishes off the table. She brought back the deserts that were stored in the refrigerator and the espresso cups as well. The espresso machine was in the dining room, and Gwen had already prepared a desert wine and liquors. Such a mix of alcohol Trish had never experienced. She had some fears about this. Yet, it was perfectly suited every single time and irresistibly good.

After desert, Trish, really light headed, went to the kitchen again to fetch the tray. She knew that she was not very stable, but would try anyway. She tied her apron again and did a couple of trips to clear the table completely. Then she loaded the dishwasher. She did not pay any attention to herself during all that work, for she knew that if she did, she would keel over.

The Nursery

“Follow me to the nursery, will you?” Gwen’s voice did not expect an answer, only an action. Trish felt a shiver throughout. Her head was not hers any longer, and she followed without reasoning; fear was looking at her from a distance. She hung up her apron and followed her hostess. Gwen ushered her into a spotless infirmary with all the equipment for female anatomical examinations and interventions.

“You are one of the most self-controlled guests I have ever had, for you have not brought yourself to orgasm yet. So, to reward you, I will give you one of the best sessions and lead you to the fullest enjoyment possible, trust me. Listen to me well. You have enjoyed the caress of latex for a couple of hours now, and your garments could be a little damp and sticky. So, we are going to take them off; you will lay on this table and let me take care of you from thereon, will you! You have nothing to fear; I know women, girls, extremely well and thoroughly.”

Gwen did not ask Trish any question, nor asked if she had any. She calmly ordered her what to do, and informed her on what she, herself, was going to administer.

Understandably hesitant, Trish knew she had to trust Gwen to hand over all controls. She admitted her fears, “You need to know that I am a little afraid; promise you won’t hurt me!”

“Never! I never would do such a thing.”

Feeling extremely hot in her crotch, and desperate for a sexual release, Trish allowed Gwen’s help in taking off her pink ensemble; Gwen locked off Trish’s shoes and pulled down her stockings and the garter belt. At last Trish lay on the green latex covered table. She only had her underwear on; “Ok!” said Gwen. “Now let me arrange things for your enjoyment.”

She pulled a 15 inch wide latex belt from the side of the table, passed it right across Trish’s hips and low belly and fixed it under the table through a Velcro arrangement. It was cold to begin with, but warmed up soon after.

“Lift up your arms, dear!” she demanded.

Soon both wrists were held in soft latex restraints. Gwen then tied her legs in the stirrups, and Trish was set for the ultimate round of stimulations.

In full view of her patient, Gwen started by putting on elbow length latex gloves and stripping off her red dress and underwear. She replaced her rubber pants with one similar to Trish; she took her time to slip it in place and she did not spare the demonstrations of her personal enjoyment. Then she donned a nursing uniform, complete with a little latex nurse’s bonnet and a face mask with a few breathing holes in it.

Ready, Gwen poured on her patient’s naked body talcum powder and spread it with her gloves all over her, paying due attention to her breasts. Trish was in heaven; already hot in her crotch, these caresses amplified what already was a borderline situation. Then Gwen opened up a huge latex sheet that had an aperture for Trish’s neck and head and spread it all over her. The sheet was held at Trish hands with loops and at her feet as well. Then Gwen caressed Trish entire body through the latex sheet for a long time; she wanted Trish to deeply feel the latex, to enter into latex and latex into her. Needless to say that Trish could not help from enjoying this immensely, she went along with all the libido she had in her.

“Oh, ah, mmm!... I can’t believe it! Oh! Yes! More… again… more… MORE… please!”

To which Gwen kept on answering in a low voice, “You love latex, don’t you!  Love it more, for latex loves you!”

Trish’s mind was leaving her, she could not reason any longer, she felt her desire for an orgasm climb up and up, but she could not quite make it; the bar was rising higher all the time, and she loved that frustration. Yes, she wanted more and more and more.

“With these clips, I am going to press your nipples. It will not be painful.”

Gwen applied the clips on both Trish’s breasts. Not much happened first, but after a minute, the relentless stimulation joined the one in her female parts, one feeding the other. Trish’s moans grew louder still. Then Gwen felt the time had come to put a mask on Trish’s face, one with eyes, mouth and nostrils.

“I am going to put a mask on you, Patricia, like on that picture.”

Trish could not reason or think; she went along.

“Anything, but make me cum!” she moaned.

Trish felt on her face the secure tightness of the mask, the pressure around her lips, and felt all the more held and secured by latex. She had never imagined anything like it.

And now came Gwen’s grand moment. She turned on the vibrator at the head of Trish’s insert. It was a soft vibration, not too fast, but delicately stimulating her womb. The tight belt caused the vibrations to reverberate all through her abdomen. The feeling was fantastic and Trish lost all sense of reality. After two minutes or so, Gwen turned the lower vibrator on which excited not only Trish’ G-spot, but her entire labia against the knobs of the tight underpants. That vibrator very high rate of small vibrations caused Trish to go wild; she turned her body every which way, and her arms and legs in its bonds. The caress of the latex sheet still in place only increased her excitement. She could not reach a climax because of that tight belt across her belly.

Suddenly, Gwen ripped the belt from its Velcro adhesive holding. Like a tsunami, Trish’s orgasm exploded in the following seconds. She was screaming, weeping, thrashing, convulsing, and that for a long time. Gwen stopped the vibrators. She took the nipples clips off too which caused another shock of stimuli.

Trish was so sensitive that the sheet of latex still spread over her body could stimulate her enough to cause all the subsequent orgasms. It cycled on its own for a long long time. Finally, exhausted, her body out of steam, she rested there, still convulsing from time to time.

Gwen waited for another good fifteen minutes. Very gently she approached her and kissed her forehead through the mask. She murmured,
“I knew right away that you needed to be brought there, Patricia. You are my miracle.”

Trish barely moaned. She could feel the cool sheet of latex all over her, but she could not rise to its stimuli any longer.

Overnight Preparation

Gwen went on : “Now I want to prepare you for the night, and there are two more steps to go. Let us first take off your underwear. For future latex wear, you should get rid of this pubic hair. So, I am going to shave you and then I shall give you the last thing before you go to your bedroom.”

First, Gwen very delicately pulled down Trish’s underwear. Extracting the insert was a touchy moment, for Trish felt now amputated by its absence. After a moment, Gwen brought the shaving cream and the razor. She was an expert: Trish felt almost nothing, but when it was done she had never felt so naked before. She closed her eyes. She felt Gwen’s rubber gloved hands carefully and slowly wash and dry her entire crotch, from her clitoris back to her anus. Gwen poured talcum powder and used a little sheet of latex to caress the entire crotch area. That feeling was new, fresh, exciting, and relaxing too. Trish felt as if that latex was going into her through her sex, or that her sex was vacuuming latex into her. She was bonding with it, and it was sucking her brains into its folds. She abandoned herself totally to that new and overwhelming sensation.

“One last thing before we go. This one is more involved, but it will make you feel at perfect peace.” Trish was so tired that she acquiesced right away whatever it would be.

Gwen put back Trish’s legs into the stirrups; she stretched the belly belt once more.

“I want you to concentrate to the maximum on what will happen. I shall direct your thinking and I am sure it will be a complete success.”

Gwen placed a latex blinder over Trish’s eyes. “Remember, you have nothing to fear, there will be no pain.”

Trish was wondering now what else could Gwen do to her. It seemed that she had done everything possible to fulfill her. Then, she heard.
“You may have never experienced this before. What you will receive will bring you total relaxation. I shall give you an enema, not like you may imagine. I have here equipment that not only will evacuate all your solids, but that will irrigate your intestines thoroughly clean and free from all toxins and other things sticking to the lining. Trust me with this, you will be completely happy.”

Having said that, Gwen lifted Trish’s thighs and stirrups up and apart. Trish felt totally exposed. ‘What do I care at this point ? She already shaved me’ she told herself.

“First, I am going to lubricate your anus with jell”.

Gwen did this very lightly, and poked through it with one finger, massaging the sphincter till it relaxed, then with two fingers, then with three. Trish for the first time realized how erotic her anus could be. After that Gwen introduced the head of the two way pump.

“I want you to relax and think of emptying yourself totally. Imagine yourself being freed from all that soiled matter within you.”

The equipment began to operate and Trish could feel lukewarm water pushing its way into her belly. Soon after the pump would take away what was already soft and liquid. The double hose progressed up her large intestine till it was entirely cleansed. As it was going on, she heard a vibrator being turned on. Since Trish could not see, the anticipation was driving her nerves on end. When it touched her clitoris briefly, Trish reacted violently and her belly pressed hard against the belt that was holding it tight. Again the vibrator touched her, with increasing frequency. Then, she felt a dildo being pushed up her vagina; it too was turned on.

Trish was screaming with confusion, delight, and raw lust. In the meantime, the enema pump was going on and on. Finally, Trish went into her last orgasm for the evening. It was tremendously strong, but short lived. Gwen stopped everything and allowed Trish to rest. She washed her patient’s crotch area with warm water again, dried it with a hair dryer, and applied talcum powder all over again. She calmed her down with the latex rub once more. Finally she took off her blinder, dropped the stirrups for Trish’s legs to recover energy thereby stretching her tummy flat. Trish again moaned and groaned. She felt stimulated again by the belt pressing her belly, but she could not muster enough energy to work herself to climax.

Gwen untied her hands and legs, the belly belt as well. She helped her sit on the table, and tied transparent latex booties on her feet, part of her night outfit.

“Now you are ready to go to bed.”

Shuddering, Trish threw herself into Gwen’s arms. In a small voice she murmured,“Never has anyone in my life given me so much attention, so much joy… I love you.”

She let Gwen squeeze her, caress her. Naked against Gwen’s all latex uniform and the long white apron, hugged in her elbow length gloved arms, Trish just felt like a child in her mom’s arms. She cried her heart out for a long time. She did not remember she still had on a latex mask, for it had become almost second nature to her already. Gwen zipped it off, and gave Trish many comforting hugs and caresses.

“You are my miracle, you know?”

First Latex Bed

Along with Trish’ clothes, Gwen took the long latex sheet and covered Trish over her shoulders with it. It was still lukewarm, and Trish wrapped it around herself with a slight shiver of delight.

“Let’s go to your bedroom. I will help you dress for the night and tuck you in bed.”

They walked slowly across the house to the bedroom, Trish still convulsing involuntarily, remnants of her many orgasms. She went to the bathroom for a last shower and came out all naked.

“Please, swallow this mild soporific for the night, for it is your first time in a total latex situation.”

Gwen opened the closet and pulled out a natural latex garment that looked like a pair of bloomers attached to a tight fitting sleeveless bodice and collar with a zipper in the back. She spread the bath towel on the floor and applied talcum powder to her protégée, and assisted her in donning that basic outfit. Patches of stimulating knobs in the breast cups were coated with jell. Gwen zipped the top tightly. She also prepared an ankle length comprehensive nightgown in natural latex with puffy sleeves, high collar, and frills all over, which she slipped over Trish’s head and arms. The feeling of that cool latex was overwhelming to Trish. Gwen with a smile tied latex mittens on Trish’s hands and a large bonnet made of the same material and frills.

“You look like a doll! You are a dear! I love you!”

Trish just bathed in latex, in the softness and the relentless but gentle stimulation of this material all over her.

Gwen opened the bedding that was entirely in latex : sheets, pillowcases, bedcover in patterns of white and blue. Trish sat on the opened bed; she lifted her legs and laid on it resting her head on the deep and soft pillow. Gwen covered her with the bed sheet which she tucked under the mattress. She also fixed the bedspread to little Velcro straps so that it would not slip off the bed. She kissed Trish good night, gave her a few gentle caresses on her cheeks, opened the window some, turned off the light and closed the door.

Trish, now alone, exhausted, fulfilled, feeling protected, smothered in latex, did not move at all so cozy she felt. She was neither warm, nor cold; every nerve of hers was nurtured by a latex caress that neither relented, nor insisted. It was just there cocooning her as a whole. Never had she felt so sheltered and secure. She tried to remember a time when she had similar feelings, but nothing came close. Soon she closed her eyes and slipped into a deep sleep.

She did not wake up till the morning. She had not moved during the entire night. Still drowsy she knew that her latex nest was the best place in the whole world for her. She could not think, just feel and sleep again. She knew she belonged there. At one time, feeling hugged, she had a dream. She was in a cloud of love, happy, fulfilled to the core of her being. She remembered smiling at the sight of little stars of many colors shining all around, each one with intimate scents; she knew that all was well; there was nothing that could possibly change or disturb her state of total contentment. She had no need whatsoever, she was held by love outside and inside. Then she softly woke up, and the same feeling continued for some time. She wondered if there could be anything she was missing. She did not want to talk, nor eat at the moment; she did not have a sexual appetite yet. So she decided that she was content in the present and would not change anything.

A New Day

The sun was up; she could hear the breeze in the trees, the birds singing, a plane passing far above. She did not know how long she laid there. Two light knocks: Gwen entered all dressed up with a gardening latex outfit, a large straw hat, boots and rubber gloves.

“Good morning, princess!” she was smiling at the lithe form of that girl lost in so much latex. “How do you feel this morning?”

“I feel so comfortable, so protected that I could stay here for ever.”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.” Gwen answered with warmth. “How would you like to join me when you wish, on the terrace outside and share some breakfast. The sun is shining. You can come as you are. Just slip on that bathrobe.” She left on the back of the armchair a beautiful garment in purple latex. Gwen laughed briefly, left and closed the door.

Trish felt almost sad because her pleasure in that bed had been disturbed and was going to end soon. So she started to move her limbs, then her body inside the bed; her legs first, then her arms. She turned over and tried to rest on her belly. All that movement started something up; she knew right away that her clitoris was crying for “food”, and her vagina for a strong presence. Yet, she was not at the point of listening to that part of herself for long. She realized that she was hungry, and the fragrance of fresh coffee coming through the window turned out to be irresistible.

She tore herself slowly from that delightful and tender loving embrace. She slipped off her bonnet, her mittens, and her nightgown and then went to the bathroom to pee, fix her hair, and put a cold washcloth to her face. She zipped down the back of the bodice and peeled down the garment. She had barely sweated at all; her very happy nipples felt the coolness of the air and rallied in a show of strength. Trish did not feel like a shower and she put a little talcum powder where needed and zipped the garment back on. She had no idea what time it was. She slipped on her still warm nightgown, tied that purple bathrobe over, fixed her hair the best possible way, and with a sad breath left the bedroom, walked down the corridor to the living room the sliding door of which was opened to the terrace. She felt on her face and in her hair a light breeze, neither cold nor warm, just right; it penetrated everywhere and caused her clothes to swish and sensually caress her skin.

“Good morning Madam Gwen!” she said timidly.

“Good morning to you! You must be hungry; sit down and enjoy!” answered Gwen cheerfully.

The patio, was a little marvel of privacy. Trish sat down by the table where a cup of freshly brewed piping hot coffee and perfectly baked morning croissants were waiting for her. Jams and butter, fruits and cheese were there too, and a large pitcher of orange juice. She knew she was observed, and went about her breakfast slowly although she would have wanted to gulp it down so hungry she suddenly felt.
 
Wearing a latex bikini and a short opened top, Gwen was lazily lounging in the sunlight of that Indian summer Sunday while reading the morning newspaper. After a moment, she laid it down. “You have not told me about your friend… Katrina… is that her name?”

“Yes it is. She is a teacher in High School, to 9th graders. She teaches humanities.”

“How old is she?”

“She is twenty-six.”

“Describe her to me.”

Trish did not try to figure out why.

“She is dark blond, five foot eight, about 120 lbs. She is athletic, loves running, hiking, tennis, kayak, and swimming. She loves arts, she writes, and plays violin.”

“Brilliant, isn’t she?” Gwen paused a while. “I was wondering, since it is noon, if you should not find out whether your motor car is repaired.” She continued. “Here is the phone, when you are ready.”

”I have the number in my bag; would you have placed it somewhere I could fetch it?”

“Oh yes, I beg your pardon, it is in the left closet when you enter your bedroom. You may want to take the phone with you and call from there. Then come back here so that we might decide how to spend the rest of this day.”

Trish took the phone and returned to her bedroom. Seeing her bed, she was tempted to go right back into it. She called Katrina’s cousin. The car would be ready around four PM, and he gave her his home address.

“The car needs quite a few things. Tell Katrina to come next week-end and I shall have the parts to repair it completely. I’ll charge her the cost of the parts only. Call me again at 4 PM to confirm.” After thanking him, Trish called Katrina and told her about this.

“If you need a place to overnight, I may be able to arrange something with the lady who housed me last night… if you want.”

“Ok!” answered Katrina, “confirm to me what you can do with that lady. I don’t want to sleep at my cousin’s for his house is small, he has a mountain of kids, and his wife is not the kind to receive company.”

Trish went back to Gwen and told her of these developments. Gwen checked her calendar. She only was to be absent on Sunday morning, otherwise she was open to receive Katrina.

“May I ask you to let her find out about my home just like you did. It will be a lot easier on her and on me. Now, let us talk about you for a moment. We have until half past three together, and we need to make a good use of that time. You only have seen a couple of rooms in this entire house, and we are going to visit it together now, for there is much more to know.”

Gwen seemed to get excited when she was teaching somebody; she loved to impart knowledge.

“Many more virtues of rubber, or latex, have slowly come to see the day since the late fifties. Only a few English companies then were making latex garments for a marginal group of customers who felt something was wrong with them in their liking of rubber, and kept in hiding. They were classified as kinky. Today, latex is known the world over. It has penetrated all strata and all kinds of societies, the artists, the Goths, fan groups where the members are called “rubberists”; but the largest number of users are every day people which you would never know or suspect. Latex garments are sold in specialty shops, sex shops, by mail order, trendy fashion and lingerie shops, and especially by internet. Several people sew their own latex clothes; it is not that difficult. Some have succeeded in creating splendid designs. Yet, the wearing of latex in public is still shy from being accepted as normal, but it will get there eventually.”

House Tour

Gwen finished drinking her glass of orange juice and stood up; “ready for the tour?”

Trish stood up as well, tied her bathrobe. But Gwen did not like her dressed that way.

“Let us go back to your bedroom. This bathrobe is not right to walk around with. Go there, hang it in the closet, and wait for me.”

Trish was on alert now, for this wait meant another game Gwen’s style that would end up in some sort of enormous climax. Her sixth sense was right on the button. Gwen returned with the groping underpants of the night before, the nipple clips, a bra with peep holes, a mask, a pair of elbow length gloves, a latex corset that looked quite constrictive, the stockings, and the shoes of the day before.

After a few minutes of preparation, all these items slipped on effortlessly. The corset took a little time to lace up. It had garters for the stockings too. When Trish looked at herself in the mirror, she felt depersonalized, taller, and more authoritative. She liked certain aspects, but disliked the overall impression. She felt quite immoral looking, like some of the actresses in Cabaret. She decided that since it was something just for now between the two of them, and that nobody she knew would ever see her dressed like that, nor could recognize her, it was not important. Yet, there was something new in her own self-esteem that had opened up: she was a very good looking woman, and with the right attire, she did gain in authority. That felt real good.

Trish felt strong : her vagina was maturely occupied, her shape was feminine, her breasts stood out strong and full, the clips had something to grip on,  and her shiny legs were shapely. Her entire demeanour exhibited sensuality, sensuousness, and a new confidence. She loved that. How did these clothes feel? Nothing compared to what she slept in. They did not feel particularly erotic; it was more what they did to her image that mattered. She noticed that the switching unit to the dildo was in Gwen’s hand, and the mask… But the walking alone caused her to become randy very quickly. She was struggling to repress the urges of a large orgasm building up on the horizon.

Equipment that works

“You look fabulous!” If you were living with me, you would be dressed every other day in that attire… Let us go once more to the nursery. I want to give you an overview of all the equipment and explain to you what they do, and how they are used.”

Gwen opened the door to the nursery. “Notice that this room is large, well lit during the day; it can accommodate three patients.”

“Do you treat more than one person at a time?” Trish asked leaning on the table.

“Sometimes I do, in very special situation. In this case, all of them are blindfolded, so that privacy is kept; I do not mix sexes here either. In this closet you find all the enema equipment. They all do the same thing but in different ways. The purpose is to cleanse, irrigate, soothe, or excite the intestines, the vagina, or both. With some people enemas can become very erotic. As you saw, when I give one, I associate the enema with a climax; this is good for the person forgets the discomfort of the one for the excitement of the other. After some time, with some people, the enema alone will make them climax.”

Trish saw items of all kinds, bags, hoses, pear shaped squeezable injectors, clips, and more complicated things with bulbs, electric pumps. Trish was intrigued by a hose with two balloons on it. Gwen noticed it.

“This item is used so that the hose does not slip off the patient’s anus, especially when a lot of water is inserted in the bowels and he or she experiences powerful cramps. I can inflate one of the balloons inside the patient, behind his sphincter, and the other outside; in this way the tube stays in place until I decide to take it off.”

“Thank you for explaining that to me. Is that painful?”

“No, not really! The pressure of the enema could become uncomfortable though, especially with some people. Every patient is different, of course. Enemas are very healthy and keep one healthy. I make one to myself every other day, sometimes every day. It is another habit that grows on you with time.”

Gwen opened another closet. 

“Here, we keep all the bondage items for wrists, arms, body, neck, legs, and ankles. Some things are quite special; this one is used to bond a man by his penis. There are all kinds of variations to that idea. Here we have clips for nipples; some are very hard. Here are some for the clitoris: quite effective, trust me!”

Trish had cramps in her stomach, just imagining the pain.

“This closet is for masks of all kinds, for gags. Some are inflatable so that the person cannot utter a single word. This thick one will deprive the wearer of all his or her senses. He cannot see, cannot hear, and will breathe only a latex loaded fragrance through this hose and re breather bag. It can become quite stressful for the patient to get enough oxygen. However, great care is given and all this equipment has safety valves of all kinds. Depending on the re breather bag that is connected, some can give out scents that  cause wonderful dreams, erotic dreams. These things could become addictive, so I control them carefully.”

“If I understand it correctly, you have a practice for people who need or want all these special treatments, like you gave to me last night?” asked Trish still trying to make sense to all she was discovering.

“Yes, you got it right.”

“Are there many people who come to you?”

“I am under secrecy, for my patients have a total confidence in me. I will say yes to you.”

Trish understood why she was living on that high standard. People must be paying quite a lot for such services. She wondered if Gwen had assistants.

“Do you need, or have assistants for all these patients?”

“To tell you the truth, assistants are rare. Good ones are very difficult to find. They need a lot of training, sensitivity, and experience. Often they leave after a year or two. You see, Patricia, whatever one does, one has to be committed. Those who really are in my line of business, the good ones are very rare.”

“How good is the income?”

Gwen was a little surprised at the question. She realized that Americans are not hesitant in this area.

“Well, it can start at $ 800 a week, and go up to well over $ 2000 a week plus the income of good tipping patients. But remember, there is a lot of work, let alone the cleaning and sterilizing of all this equipment. No compromise can be tolerated. In fact there are items I sell to the patient, for I will not use them on another, even after sterilization.”

“What, for instance?”

“Well, all that is introduced into his or her mouth and private parts. One can never tell of the viruses one may have. We, as service givers, also need to protect ourselves with latex all over; that’s why a good assistant needs to be a lover of latex, for he or she will be dressed in it all the time, every day, every night but for the time he or she is in the shower and takes care of her body. Few people are willing to accept that.”

“Only wealthy patients can afford these kinds of services, I imagine.”

“It is partially true. Most of them are well off, but there are some with whom I make concessions. They bring the business. That’s why I can do that…. But let’s go on, shall we? In this closet we have female specialty items such as vibrators of various shapes and sizes depending on the patient’s anatomy and experience with these, double vibrators to satisfy two persons or the two cavities we, women, do enjoy. Here you find vacuum cups for breasts and these for the pubis; these are multi-purpose vacuum pumps with attachments. All these things are for sale only; each visitor brings his or her own, or purchases hers.”

“What does that do?” Trish asked while lifting an odd-shaped latex cup.

“Oh, when applied, with an air vacuum, it draws the blood into the region; the more vacuum, the more blood; and it enlarges the organ a little and makes it far more sensitive thereby increasing the enjoyment of the patient. This cup is placed over the labia. This manual pump and attachment is used to enlarge the clitoris…”

“The clitoris?” interrupted Trish. “How is this possible; it must hurt tremendously?”

“In fact it does not; it is quite exciting, and a woman with a larger clitoris feels more confident, and more… sexual, I might say. It takes several sessions to achieve the desired results when the clitoris is quite small, and there are limits to the size it can be safely enlarged. But let us look at these cups! Notice how many kinds of sizes. The same exists for men’s penis to enlarge it. A combination of vacuum and vibrations can be quite extraordinary.”

Trish had difficulty picturing the use of these things. She was curious to no end. She felt more than interested. She knew that her clitoris was small, and she knew that one day she would ask Gwen to enlarge it to its maximum size possible.

“Would it be indiscrete, but do you have pictures of people where these things are used?”

“Oh yes, lots of them. In fact I have DVD recordings of some of the best sessions we performed here. Would you like to watch a couple of them?”

“Yes, of course; that aspect of clitoris enlargement and vacuum cups intrigues me.”

“Then let’s briefly go to the parlour and after that we will come back for the visit.”

Trish was quite excited. (The walking to the parlour stretched her arousal another mile high.) So was Gwen, seeing how well Trish’ latex initiation was working. Trish sat down on the chair, for obvious reasons (she could hardly hold it). Gwen opened a closet cram full of DVDs and pulled the one she was referring to.

“Some pictures might surprise you, but remember, all these services are willed by the client, and none of them really hurt. It may become border line, but the purpose is to assist the person’s sexuality, and enhance it.”

The first patient was already on the table, legs apart, and one could see the “rubber nurse” (impossible to identify) come with the vacuum pump. She muttered something difficult to understand. She exposed the labia with her left hand. One could see two other hands massaging the patient’s breasts. Very slowly she approached the clitoris with a fine tube of transparent plastic, and gave a squeeze to the handle of the piston.

“That was the fifth treatment” commented Gwen; “the patient knew how it would feel, however we do create a slightly stronger vacuum as treatments go on. Observe the latex restraining belt and later on you will see her mask. I did not gag her, for she was alone in the house that day.”

The camera zoomed on the hose that was almost touching the clitoris; it approached it, very close, and suddenly, as the nurse released the handle of the pump, the tissues sealed around the tube and the clitoris was vacuumed inside. The patient reacted strongly; it sounded as enjoyment first, but then it became orgasmic, climactic, and very loud. The clitoris became larger and harder as blood rushed to the area. Trish was growing excited, very much so. Her vagina was full of love juice. She almost wished to be on that table. She did not dare asking Gwen for it, but she knew that her asking for the DVD was already a request for the treatment. It would happen when Gwen felt it to be the right time.

The camera showed the release of the patient’s clitoris, and its growth. A latex gloved finger applied jell to it, and massaged it for a little while; then the tube came back and the second treatment was even more powerful than the first. After that second attempt that lasted about three minutes, one could see a short measurement ruler to assess the progress. The nurse uttered the results to the patient in a tone that showed how much success was achieved. After that, the nurse applied a clitoris clip in order to see how it would react under strong stimulation. The patient reacted through two other orgasms in quick succession. Satisfied, the nurse cleaned the labia of the patient and applied the suction cup on the entire area. After a moment the organ filled the cup turning purple. She then introduced one vibrator up her vagina, and one up her anus. More orgasms followed. Trish, her eyes riveted on the screen could feel her insides responding to the sight of these treatments.

The sequence finished, and another treatment was starting.

“Thank you very much,” said Trish, “now I can figure out the miracles you can do with these things.”

Her voice was positive. Gwen stopped the DVD and put it back in the closet.

“I still have a question” asked Trish. “Yesterday you covered me with that large sheet and caressed me for the longest time. What did you do this for?”

“It takes time for the need of latex to come into a woman; not so long for a man; for you to grow a strong desire for it, you need a variety of sensations all over your body. It only was a start which I trust will make you come here again.”

“I could never afford this, Madam Gwen, never!”

“Well, there is more than one way to skin a cat. We shall see” Gwen answered mystically.

Back in the nursery, Trish touched some other vacuum cups again and studied them. She experienced strange sensations in her crotch.

“Would you want me to give you a clitoris enlargement?” asked Gwen in a soft voice.

Trish hesitated and then gave an ascent with her head.

“Well, you will have to come again for this, because it takes time; I would love to do this for you.”

“Thank you” murmured Trish while pushing regretfully the drawer shut.

The Patient’s Room

“Let’s go to the next room.” Gwen pushed a door open. Trish saw several hospital beds, all covered with a white latex sheet.

”This is the patients’ room. When one is treated, he or she goes there to wait until the time is up for the next treatment or for rest at the end of the treatment. In this closet we have body bags, some with a vacuum attachment, others with intakes for water, soap, jell, and all kinds of different stimulating things. We have heat lamps to make the patient sweat – a sauna like experience -, vibrating items, and several kinds of attachments to put the patient in a position or another. Often, a patient requires a total rubber isolation cure; he or she is dressed from head to feet in a couple of rubber layers, breathing is ensured with hoses in his nose, liquids are also fed through a hose from time to time, then he is closed in a bag which can be tied tightly. At some places a wireless vibrating item can be activated on a predetermined schedule held in the computer. The patient can remain there for several days if he or she so wants, until he feels that he has pushed the limits; we see to it that his wish is fulfilled. Each patient in these extreme situations has an alarm button, and we place sensors also to control that all is normal: temperature, air flow, etc. As you can see each detail takes careful planning. Training and experience is considerable with this variety of equipment and usages here.”

“How long do patients stay in that room?”

“It all depends on what they want done to them and for how long they want to stay. Some of them come regularly; it is a recurring need that brings them here, a need for comfort, for escape, for being cared for, for a private moment with themselves, and also to change their ideas, to unhook from a draining situation. Others come because they simply love latex but cannot have it at home in their daily lives. Some feel guilty of something or other. They talk about it, and want a punishment to feel better. That leads us to the next room downstairs.”

The Dungeon

Gwen opened another door from the Patient’s room and called for the elevator. A stair case next to it led to the same area. The elevator was spacious enough for a regular gurney. As they were going down, Trish could already see that the services provided to clients were individualized to an extreme. Each session needed a lot of preparation and knowledge of the likes and dislikes of each and everyone.
On the low level, Gwen turned the lights on.

“It is on purpose that I have planned that basement to be terrifying, middle age like. Patients who feel they are bad and need punishment desire this sort of treatments. Now, don’t get me wrong, Patricia, we do not bruise anyone, we do not torture anybody. All we do is psychological. Look here for instance!” Gwen took a whip from the wall.

“That could be used to bruise someone real bad, but just the look or the sound of it is sufficient to bring a client in such a state of fear that the least touch with it can cause the person to believe he or she is beaten real bad. When you prepare the person with a rubber mask, a gag, restrict his vision to two little holes, tie his hands, restrict his legs, and talk sternly, he or she feels very vulnerable, indeed. You never punish anyone without reason; however, when you have one – resistance being the best of them all – the client has chosen to be punished. We teach and emphasize responsibility in every detail.”

Opening the door of a narrow jail, Gwen commented: “Here we put a patient who wants to be there because of his or her guilt. No pleading will be heard until time is up; in fact complaining will make the situation worse because the detainee has chosen it. Some people have not had parents to discipline them when they were young and now they feel that lack in every area of their lives, especially those who have a strong character. They want their self-will broken. Hence, we supply this service too. It is not frequent, but it happens.”

Trish asked: “I can see why you need assistants for patients might resist.”

“Oh no! That is not the reason. I need an assistant in the nursery. People who come down here, come of their own free will, and sometimes with a little persuasion if they behave real bad; but none are aggressive. In the nursery, I have only two hands, and sometimes we can give much better service with four. Yesterday, for instance, I could have given you a far superior experience with an assistant.”

Gwen looked at Trish.

“I can’t even imagine anything above what I have lived. It was so new to me.” Trish put her hand on her belly.

“Well, you will see in time.”

‘How does she know that?’ Trish wondered about this comment. Was Gwen suggesting she would become her assistant? After all, the pay was not bad compared to the low wage she did get, even with two promotions.

“Where do your assistants reside?”

“They have to live on the compound because when we have patients it is a full day’s work, often nights. With two live-in assistants, we can work in shifts.”

Trish wondered if she should mention the name of Jenn and the conversation she had with her. She decided she ought to. Back in the nursery she asked : “Have you had an assistant by the name of Jennifer?”

“Yes; have you met her?”

“No, I talked to her over the phone before I called you.”

“Jennifer works full-time at a fast-food restaurant. She comes here when I need her and she can make the time. Her family does not know of my services, that is why she officially works there. She may assist twice a month for small tasks such as cleaning, restocking, and so on.”

“How many live-in assistants do you have now?”

“I have only three part-time persons, but I wish I could have two residents in permanence, otherwise I overwork myself. I could have far more clients, but I have to pay attention to my conditioning because sessions demand a lot from me.”

Trish looked in Gwen’s eyes with great intensity and seriousness.

“Forgive me to ask this private question. Who takes care of you?”

The care in the voice of Trish stunned Gwen. Nobody had ever asked her that question; she knew she was strong, always giving, organized to earn a good income, but nobody had cared for her personal needs and emotions.

“In my private life, I am very alone, for professionally I cannot allow anyone to know who I really am.”

With spontaneity, Trish took Gwen’s hand and placed it on her heart.

“You are a good person, and I like you a lot.”

Gwen could not figure out how Trish had read her fragility. She wiped a fast tear from her eyes. Could she trust that young woman?

On her side Trish would have liked to consider becoming an assistant, but she preferred letting Katrina give her impression first, and then make up her mind. Besides, Gwen had not offered her the job. She would test her yet, no doubt. On top of that she still had a semester to go before graduation in February.

“How do you feel in your clothes?” asked Gwen as they were climbing the stairs back up.

“To tell you the truth, I am not even thinking about them, my mind being occupied with all that I am learning.”

“Let’s go for a little rest outside.” They both went out. Gwen pulled out the latex mask out of her pocket and zipped it on Trish’s face; she pulled her long hair through the top hole of the mask. Trish knew what was coming. The sun was still out, but the wind had turned slightly cooler; the weather would soon turn to rain.

Breaking the Horse

As they were lounging, Trish felt the top vibrator of her dildo in action. Like the night before, an overwhelming erotic feeling rapidly laid hold of her entire body. The vibrations were echoed by the tightness of the corset. All her clothes became alive, each one far more real than before. Her lust was growing by leaps and bounds. Then, the lower vibrator started; it gave a tremendous impact on her entire labia, and especially the teasing of her clitoris by the rubber knobs. Her tummy wanted to expand, but the corset made that impossible.

The stimulation went on for a lot longer. Trish was groaning: “Pleaeaeaease, I want to climax… and I can’t; pleaeaease!”

“You will” answered Gwen matter-of-factly.

The stimulation was so high that Trish was about to faint when it all exploded. Her head was rolling left and right, her legs went in all directions, she was trying to hold on to something, but immediately let go of it; her cries were raw, loud, animal like.

Gwen started to alternate the vibrators; for a few seconds it was the top one, and then the bottom one. She created an unpredictable tension that confused Trish till the next climax came with even more intensity. There was no escape from this. Trish’s clothes were her own erotic jail. She was squeezing her breasts. Gwen came to her and placed the nipple clips. The effect was soon to be seen. Trish lost it again completely. She was going wilder than ever, screaming, begging, and uncontrollable.

Gwen took her hand, lifted her on her feet and started to walk around the garden. The change, the movements, the need for balance made it even worse; Trish was trying to hang on to Gwen who avoided being grabbed onto. Trish was now crying with despair. Gwen did not allow her to rest, she went on walking, dragging the young woman. Both vibrator cells were now turned on. Irresistible orgasms came one on top of the other. All of a sudden Trish fell down on the lawn, her ultimate climax had begun in earnest. She twisted like a worm, her hips were in constant motions, she turned from laying flat on her back to her belly with both hands pressing her crotch, but the vibrations raised her orgasms to higher levels yet.

At long last, Gwen turned the vibrators off, and Trish, still convulsing, came to a precarious state of foetal rest on the lawn. Gwen left her there to recover. After a few minutes, Trish attempted to stand up; Gwen went to assist her.

Vacuum Packed

She led her to the Patient’s room where she undressed her totally. The removal of every piece of clothing lit her up again, in particular the corset and the latex underwear with the insert. Trish was on the verge of tears almost all the time. Gwen wiped her sweat off with a towel, put talcum powder on her body once more, and helped her inside a vacuum bed. Trish was still convulsing, involuntarily quirking, quite a lot. The cool feeling of the rubber sheets revived all her erotic sensitivities once more.

“Breathe calmly with your mouth through that little hose.”

When Gwen made sure that Trish had understood; she zipped the bag shut, tucked it around the frame, and caused the vacuum to seal in Trish. First, Gwen checked Trish’ breathing. She applied her hand on her shoulder, then on her cheeks, and then on her breasts. Trish moaned. Gwen stayed in the Patient’s room and gave her constant personal attention.

On her side, Trish barely knew what was happening to her until she heard the noise of the air pump and felt the rubber encase her tightly every where. She tried to move her arms but could not, the same with her legs. When she felt the hand of Gwen on her shoulder, she knew she was not left alone. It took some time until the contractions of her many orgasms completely stopped. The presence of Gwen was her only contact with reality; she could have cried, so sensitive she had become. However, in that tight cocoon of latex, she felt secure, and a new bonding feeling to latex developed. She recognized that cocooning always had been a repressed fantasy of hers, yet she never could have imagined it in that setting. However, now that she was living it, she loved it. No pun intended: her intimate self was now sealed to and with latex.

After a long time, Gwen took a vibrator and gave Trish gentle pleasure. Then she stopped the vacuum, and zipped Trish out free.

Trish sat for a few minutes on the bed. Never in her life had she felt so resigned, so subdued. Nothing mattered any longer. Her body, her mind, all of her had become putty. She did not have any energy left but to breathe. After a moment, she felt Gwen’s hand on her shoulder. She did not even look up, for she had no decision energy left.

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