Part 3: The Servants’ Quarters

“Let’s go to your bedroom and change into something comfortable”, Gwen suggested.

They both went, Gwen assisting Trish who was not that stable and could only walk very slowly. That last experience of multiple climaxes had left her somewhat unsatisfied, not that she wanted more, but it had lacked some warmth and relational value. To her it had been too functional. Gwen knew how Trish felt and her heart went out to her. She took her hand and slowly embraced her.

“Trish, I want you to know how much you have meant to me since you are here.”

Trish, really touched by that opening, slowly wrapped her arms around Gwen’s neck and leaned against her with her face against her shoulder. She could feel Gwen’s body through her latex clothes. Gwen was human, Trish knew, she had a heart and a great one at that. After a long embrace, Gwen sent her to the showers. She prepared her natural latex one piece bloomers and attached top. After the shower Trish automatically laid the towel on the floor of the bathroom, put talcum powder all over her skin, and walked out all prepared.

“That’s a girl! You learn quickly” commented Gwen with a smile as she held the garment for her. The feeling of that refreshed garment caused Trish again to shiver to her bones. It was so exciting, so comforting that at the moment she would have wished never to wear anything else. She decided that softness was far more her cup of tea than tight clothes.

“I have one more thing to show you outside, Patricia; you need to put on the night gown, for the breeze has cooled some; and I have brought your apron to protect it. I also have some pairs of rubber boots at your size.”

The feeling of the night gown was divine; all that softness embracing and teasing every part of her body down to her ankles was exhilarating. Trish plunged her feet into the boots and tied the apron loosely around her. She felt so naked, so erotic.

“I prepared a cup of coffee for both of us before going out.”

They walked to the kitchen. This done, Gwen took Trish’s hand and led her to the back door.

Trish was not embarrassed going outside thus dressed. If somebody had come, she was too weak to argue, to flee, or to resist. They walked over a gravel path that curved into the woods. The fresh air revived her, and her mind started to work again. At the end they arrived at a house of fairly good size.

“This is the servants’ quarters. If you come to assist me, you will be sleeping here. I will show you one of the bedrooms. Also, in this house there is a complete workshop to make latex garments. Yours have been made here.”

“Do you do this yourself, or do you have a seamstress?” Trish asked immediately.

“Both, in fact! Part of your training will be to learn how to make your own clothes and if you are good, others as well, mostly to measure. While you ask, if you come here to assist, for your own clothes I will require from you the cost of the materials only; you supply the labour. If you make clothes for others, you will be paid a set fee for each item.”

“As a matter of fact, you have availed me with clothes that are fairly intimate. I would imagine that according to your policy, no one else could use them.”

“You are correct, except for the bedding you have been sleeping in; all these clothes are tagged to you.”

“How am I going to repay you?” asked Trish with a slight fear in her voice.

“I took a risk with you. Life is that way. You owe me nothing. However, if you come here to train and assist me, that alone will earn you the ownership of these clothes. They will be yours.”

“I have loved what you showed me; never in my life have I experienced anything like this, you know. You have been a good and sincere person and I want to give your proposal a lot of thinking. Although I have much to learn, latex being so new to me, and its place still somewhat marginal, it is a big change from, let’s say more normal professions.”

“All you say is true, and I would prefer you do not rush. Feel free to visit again, even on a week-end, to grow into your latex experience, and start on some simple assignments. There is so much to learn, and it is so much fun.”

“What would be the definition of my job, should I work here, and who would be my employer?”

“You would enter as a Health center attendant in charge of… whatever you would work in. If it is in rooms and equipment care, that would be your first position; if it is in making latex garments and sheets, it would be in maintenance and inventories, if it is in learning to assist in patients’ treatment, it would be called assistant to residents.”

Trish was thinking a lot. “I am very good with my hands. I know I could learn to be a latex seamstress fairly fast, and since I am an accountant by profession, I can take care of administrative matters.”

“That might interest me a lot, for when you are trained, you can sew and glue garments at home in your spare time too. You would not even have to live here. Give it some thought.”

“To work from home, a lot depends on how Katrina will accept latex.”

“That is my challenge!” answered Gwen with a twinkling of her eye… but let us go upstairs and visit one of the four bedrooms.

The room was situated at the second floor of the house on the corner of the structure. There were two windows, one of them being a door giving out to a covered patio where one could enjoy the surrounding trees, a view of the fields, and sunshine by the banister. It was a happy room, well appointed with everything that could be made of latex in a tasteful choice of colors and patterns: The double sized bed with a full latex canopy, one armchair and a two seat sofa covered with latex protective covers and contrasting pillows, a TV set with accessories to look at recorded media, a pull down desk revealing a computer and a chair, a large walled in closet with drawers at the bottom, and a floor to ceiling book case stuffed with literature and DVDs, completed the furnishing arrangement. The latex curtains and frills draped each of the windows tastefully. The bathroom also was very neat and adequate. The shower had been equipped with two telephone shower heads also and a latex curtain decorated with colourful fishes.

“Let me show you the maid uniforms you would be expected to wear” said Gwen as she opened one of the closets. “We have lots of uniforms for the assistants here. I could not have all sizes; therefore we had to design them so that they would fit most common size women. For instance, the skirt waists are adjustable; the blouses are loose fitted around the chest and the arms. The only items that have to be perfect are the stockings and the underwear. Most of the other clothes can be fitted.”

Trish was looking at seven maid uniforms, two nurse uniforms, and others she could not understand what they were used for.

“These are the daily uniforms for summer; very short and sexy, leggy. With stockings and high heels you will be the center of attention. This is an evening assistant uniform with an ankle long skirt, hip fitted, and a Victorian blouse, a magnificent garment. Here you have an administrative clerk uniform with a fitted jacket and a mid thigh high skirt with high waist, classic, appealing, an eye catcher; it inspires authority. Here you have a full body suit. You have not seen these yet. You will use that white one in the nursing care, and the black one in the downstairs room. They are foundation garments for the cold season. There are many variations of the full body suit, many ways of placing accessories as well. Here you have an evening dress, very attractive too; it affords modesty and drapes you attractively for parties.”

Trish gave a look at Gwen’s face. It was obvious she already was thinking in terms of her being employed. Trish decided that it was in Gwen’s nature of managing things and people, she was a visionary. Gwen took a pile of things on the upper shelf.

“This is a latex sleeping bag. You will learn to use it, to enjoy yourself in. Soon it becomes a personal item appreciated by everyone. You see, Patricia, the feeling of latex grows on you; it conquers you one little area at a time. When you begin, you always go back to it, and more and more, you will see.”

“Is this true with all people?” asked Trish.

“If everybody would take the time and seek the positive feelings latex can give them, I would say that the vast majority would more than adopt it as a major item in their existence. Most people are stressed beyond endurance, you see; latex is just what they need, but they have a difficult time initially to relax enough to accept it in their lives. They recoil after a first impression. But once they push further, and give themselves over to it, latex takes its place little by little. It soon enters into their sexuality, and that is the point of no return. Since it is harmless and very enjoyable, - unless you are allergic to it - it ought to enter into the normalcy of our culture. That is what I hope I shall see in my life.”

Trish wondered about herself. ‘Am I already in the sluice that will make of me a rubberist? Time will tell.’ She decided not to worry about it. But then she wondered why Gwen gave her that last bit of information. ‘Has latex entered into my sexuality? She seems to think so.’ At that moment, Trish had been through so many climaxes, that she felt she could forget about them for the next year.

Gwen opened a drawer. “Here you have all kinds of undergarments, pyjamas, nightgowns, odds and ends. In this other drawer you will find corsets; two of them, beautiful things. So you see, you are fully equipped right from day one. Let’s go back to the office.”

Gwen closed everything, locked all the doors with her pass, and set the alarms.

Both women walked to the main house. Trish loved walking outside dressed in latex; the swishing of the garments, the caresses of latex, the cooling off of the material in some places and not others, that feeling of being totally naked and yet dressed, all of this worked on her as magic. On the way Gwen offered, “I want to lend you a book that will somewhat explain all that you have seen, and more. It is the story of a young lady who, like you, discovered latex, and decided to pursue and make of it a career. I know her personally.”

Trish felt that accepting this offer would cause no harm, and at best would give her another person to contact and listen to.

“That’s very nice of you Madam Gwen. I shall read it with interest.”

As they entered the office, a room well furnished and appointed with much of the same furniture she had seen, draperies in latex, latex covers over the armchairs, Trish noticed a bookcase loaded with documents, files filled with clips and pictures, articles, letters and publications, from full size books to magazines, some being very old.

“You are interested, I see. Well, Patricia, when you come back, you can spend all the time you want to learn here. Many people started their latex love story where you are sitting. Here is the book I told you of. But now, let us call up your mechanic and see if the car is fixed.”

Gwen dialled the number and handed the phone over to Trish. The wife of Katrina’s cousin answered. She knew of the situation and explained that her husband had had another emergency and that the car would not be ready before 7PM that evening. She apologized.
“Better come around at 8PM to make sure”.

“Thank you so much”, answered Trish, “see you at 8PM then. Bye”

Four Hours More of Fun

A heavy silence filled the room, for both women knew that they had another four hours time. Trish broke it first.
“Madam Gwen, I have presumed a lot on your time already. Since I have four hours to wait, you can leave me in town, near my cousin’s home, and I shall wait in some coffee shop there. Or, if you want, I can assist you in cleaning the bathroom and the bedroom you offered me.”

She felt that somehow she should take some distance, or repay Gwen for her kindness. It was beginning to weigh on her. Gwen did not answer right away. She knew exactly how Trish felt; she discerned that her guest had pride, a good pride, and a bad one too, and that she desperately wanted to be on even keel with her. Gwen was not going to let this happen; she wanted to keep the debt running up much higher. It was her home after all, she was calling the shots.

“Patricia!” Gwen said with firmness, “you are in my house until 8 PM, and until then we will grow better acquainted. We have a little dinner to prepare, and we can do other things in the mean time. It is not a clean bathroom that I need; people are far more important than things. Since the weather has turned to rain again, and it is not completely dark, we have a moment for a walk outside. I know just the place. There is an extra rain coat for you. Go to your bedroom and take off your clothes, I follow you with the raincoat and the boots.”

Gwen followed her a few minutes later with, over her arm, a heavy and long McIntosh shiny black coat, all rubber lined, smelling wonderful. It had two hoods; first, a deep black hood with strings to close it tight should it be needed, a neck strap with snaps, and second, an inner black latex hood with ties also that would only leave the eyes, nose and mouth open; the sleeves could be tightened with wrists straps. A long front zipper closed it, if not, buttons with snaps for looks and a little more air circulation. Trish had already refreshed herself with talcum powder when Gwen entered.

“You are a doll! Slip on these red gloves, will you…. Now put on these red boots! They are made by a rubber company called Wellington; we call them “Wellies” in England. Everybody has a pair of Wellies over there. Good! Now get ready to put on the McIntosh.”

“But… I have nothing on!”

Gwen laughed. “But you are not supposed to.”

“Am I not going to be cold?”

“Just trust me! Will you?”

Trish could not squelch a cry of surprise and lust. She hugged her arms to her breasts. The feeling was indescribable. Gwen zipped the coat up to her neck, pulled the hood on top of Trish’ head, snapped the neck strap and tied the belt and the sleeves around her wrists.
“There you are! Now let me put mine on and off we go. Follow me to the lobby!”

Trish could not gather her spirits so strong was the assault of the coat on all her nerves. She loved it and felt at home in it. She was caressed from head to ankles. Soon the coat warmed up comfortably, for it was ankle length. In the lobby, Gwen shed all her clothes displaying her fantastic figure. She quickly slipped on boots and gloves and wrapped herself in a shiny red McIntosh coat that draped her so well. She pocketed the keys and opened the entrance door. The wind was strong and the rain pelting everything quite hard.

“What a fine weather for wearing McIntosh coats!” exclaimed Gwen; “let me tie your inside hood, or the rain will drench you otherwise.”
Made of latex, it enveloped Trish’s head tightly. The deep exterior hood covered that one and was snapped back in place.

Gwen engaged her steps on a small path along the forest. Trish noticed how dripping wet her coat had quickly become; the rain drops plopped on her hood, on her coat all over; yet inside her body was sheltered, caressed, excited and dry. Gusts of winds helped all that rubber to swish around. Still the raincoat retained most of the body warmth. Since autumn had set in, days were getting shorter and the already rainy sky turned darker. In all that nature, Trish’s soul was nurtured by sights and sounds she normally would have run away from. This rain attire opened new horizons of beauty to her soul, new possibilities of being alone; but the best was that she felt utterly naked, and yet completely protected. This paradox was reaching the deepest part of her being. She loved it to the core.

They reached a pond. Rain drops made the surface of the water look like a fine fur. The stream of the incoming brook had swollen some, but with their boots they waded right through. Some parts of the shore were muddy; they trampled in it laughing, then washed their boots in the pond. Further, they crossed over a small dam with a trap door in it that regulated the exit flow; they sat there in the soaking wet grass while the rain went on unabated. The two of them felt what the other did, and that caused both to laugh a lot.

“I am famished.”

“Me too!” answered Trish

Trish got up and helped Gwen to her feet. A couple of snails were making their way in the grass, frogs jumped into the pond, a world of life was looking after itself. The raincoats of the two women were all muddy, but in no time the whipping rain had cleared it all out. They entered the house by the back door that led to the washroom where they could hang their coats and their boots to dry. With only gloves on, they both laughed silly.

“What shall we wear?” they giggled.

The naked truth had been said.

“It’s not that cold in the house, let’s wear the kitchen aprons” suggested Trish.

Said and done.

A cocktail helping, they started on cooking the dinner with cheer, and soon opted to eat it watching a movie. The selection of latex oriented shows could have entertained anyone for months. Gwen knew just which one would be the most effective on Trish.

Halfway through it Trish said, “Could you stop it, I need to go and get my underwear on.”

She was leaking profusely. Back in her bedroom, she put talcum powder on the garment, jell on the insert and proceeded to fit it in her. But the underwear was begging for more latex; she could feel her body’s appeal. ‘That is what Gwen meant when she said, it will grow on you.’ So she slipped the nightgown on, the booties, the bonnet, and the apron on top of it all. She walked back to the TV room to find that Gwen had done just about the same thing. Again they laughed their heart out. Trish handed the controls to Gwen who had forgotten it in Trish’s bedroom.

“Well, I am honoured”, she replied, handing to Trish the controls to her (Gwen’s) insert. The second half of the movie was downright wild, and neither woman spared the other.

8 PM came soon enough. “Ha, ha! I wear my rubber raincoat”, laughed Gwen, “and you your regular clothes!...  Just teasing!”

They sat in the Jaguar, the garage door opened, and they drove into the rain to the indicated address. As Gwen stopped just a block away, they said their goodbyes – very tender – and Trish went to collect her car. She was not the same woman as when she left it at the gas station. She knew it. Trish saw it parked on the street. Only then did she realize how tired she was as she rang the bell. Jerry Right answered the door.

“You must be Trish”, he said with a wink. “Well, you did the right thing in stopping your car at the station. The line from the gas tank to the engine was rusted in several places; you are very lucky. But now, there are a few more essential things to be done for the car to be safe. Here is a paper for Katrina with the list.”

He handed her a greasy envelope with a paper in it. Trish thanked him, and offered to pay.

“No, Katrina will pay next week-end, that’s all arranged.”

“By the way where did you sleep?”

Trish had prepared an answer. “I found a bed and breakfast that was quite reasonable.”

She said it with a tone that did not call for more questioning. 

Jerry let it go, and brought to her the keys. “I have put six gallon of gas in it. You can make it to your house and some.”

Return Home

Trish drove back to the highway through the rain. The traffic was just as bad as two nights before. ‘What will Katrina tell me when she will have been in Gwen’s house for two days?’ Trish imagined. ‘How will Gwen react to her, and Katrina to a job as an attendant?’ These and more questions kept turning in Trish’s mind till she parked the car at her apartment. She tip toed into her bedroom, put on the sign (Don’t disturb – asleep) on the door since Katrina was out still.

That night, tired out, Trish slept but dreamt a lot. The next day, all she could think of was latex. On Monday night, her latex lust seized her hard. Was she going to call Gwen? Was she going to interrupt her studies and apply for a job? Trish was confused. Her sensual hunger for latex went on relentlessly. Tuesday night was not any better. She decided to go to the movies, just to change her mind. There she saw a pop singer dressed in latex clothes. After that she took a walk. The weather was not good, and she had to use her umbrella. How much she wished for a McIntosh coat! Her mood fell to the pits. She comforted herself with hot chocolate. The whole week was just the same.

‘What can I buy that is made of latex?’ she thought on Wednesday. That had never crossed her mind except for household gloves which she rarely used. She went to the drugstore and purchased a box of latex gloves, talcum powder. She looked at enema sets… it was nothing like she had seen. She went on to the next door sport shop to see what she could find there. She found a latex swimming cap; she bought two. She decided to check the fishing gear, thinking that she could find something like the McIntosh she used. There was nothing comparable. The diving equipment was on display for south travelling vacationers. That did not even compare. She checked the yellow pages when she suddenly remembered what Gwen had told her : adult stores, off the beat fashion stores, mail order houses…”and internet” she said aloud.

In no time she had several internet sites with what she was looking for.

“Lots of money” Trish lamented; “I cannot afford any of this”.

Then she found the site of a latex material wholesaler. He was offering his merchandise by the yard, four minimum. But if one purchased the bolt, it would cost less than half per yard. She decided that it would be worth checking her discovery with Gwen through an email message.

“90 yards ! That is a lot of latex, but only of one color!” she said all aloud.

Still, it was costing the same as a made to measure cat suit.

“I’ve got to learn how to make latex clothes. That is the first thing,” she said with determination.

She went to her website and wrote Gwen the following :

Dear Madam Gwen,
I cannot put in words my gratefulness for your hospitality. Never has anyone been so caring to me as you have. I am now driven to learn more.
After four days of work and of longing for you and your latex way of life, I want to start my training in the manufacturing of latex garments and produce some in my apartment, as you suggested,  that, however, depending on Katrina’s response to latex, because I do not want to lose my best friend over latex, I hope you will  understand that.

She was not truthful, she knew. She would have done almost anything to start with Gwen right away anyway. She went on.

I am considering becoming a full-time assistant, but I want to graduate first. So that would put my starting date in February next year.
I have confidence that you will consider the priority of my education.
Greetings.
Patricia
PS. I have checked the site of a company selling latex material by the bolt. What are your thoughts on this?

She looked at the ceiling before clicking the Send button. ‘I am putting very much on Gwen at this time.’ She was happy with herself after all, for she had put her friend above her own needs, and that was worth something, although Katrina would perhaps never understand, at least for now..

That night, she slipped on latex gloves, and rubbed the front of her body with the latex swimming caps. She loved the feeling, but it still was like a lollypop to a seven course dinner. She put one of the caps over her head, cut a couple of little holes in the second and put it over her face. When inhaling, the latex material would stick to her face and it felt wonderful; besides, its aroma turned her on. She spend a long time that way pleasing herself too with her latex gloved hands; she realized that even with these couple of things, she was not near the feeling she had lived at Gwen’s house. There never would be a turning back to life as it was; that second skin was going to absorb her time and attention, her reason to live.

Friday night came, and as usual, Trish did not have a date; she missed the latex bed and night clothes so bad. But… Katrina was off to her cousin and … to Gwen’s. Trish was so scared, so nervous. The thought came to her to check out her friend’s room some. She would never have dared that before. She felt that if Katrina had something in latex, …

‘What are the chances’ she thought; ‘one in a thousand?’

After rummaging carefully without disturbing anything, she found nothing out of the ordinary but a suitcase… full and heavy… that was locked up. The lock required a numerical code of three digits…

‘What are the chances?’ she mused again.

On Saturday morning Gwen answered by an email:

Dear Patricia,
Your note of thanks touched me. As I write, Katrina is sleeping where you did. We have had an immediate and deep mutual understanding. You have a wonderful friend, indeed. Don’t worry. By Sunday, she might well be ahead of you in her latex passion.
I will let you know about your training late this week.
Keep on missing latex; these times make for a better enjoyment later on.
Madam Gwen

Trish could have cried with relief. She now could focus on the immediate: her studies.

Sunday evening, she was expecting Katrina’s return; but 8 PM passed. Trish had prepared some snacks for her. She turned on the TV, but the programs were so stupid that she switched it off. She put on some music, but it got on her nerves. At around 10 PM she heard a knock on the door. Cautiously she opened the door a crack leaving on the security chain. The dark corridor leading to the apartment was only lit up by the moon light through the side window. She perceived a shining woman’s silhouette standing on the door step. Trish let a cry of surprise,

“Katrina !” her juices started instantly; her legs were shaking; her fingers were struggling with the chain to unlock the door…

Her friend walked in, and the two girls went into a long embrace of relief and lust. Katrina was fitted in tight latex from head to toe. She even wore a mask to complete the enclosure. She was hot and she felt hot. At this sight, Trish could not help but to hug her friend, to feel her, to kiss her. In seconds, she stripped down to her basic underwear, for her body wanted to feel Katrina’s latex clothes. Soon she became randy as hell. Her hands were visiting every nook and cranny of Katrina’s anatomy; she could feel her excitement, even her hardened clitoris through the cat suit. Katrina was moaning lustfully. They both directed their steps to Trish’s bed and soon fell on it.

Katrina’s latex gloves went to Trish’ most sensitive area and flamed on her lust over and over. After some very hot moments, Katrina murmured: “I was given a heavy package for you; it is in the corridor”.

Buck naked, Trish got up, checked that the corridor was still dark and quiet, quickly opened the apartment entrance door, and dragged in a large box with her name written on a pink latex label…

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