Rhoda's Pet

After a little while, the door opened, and the harsh fluorescent light flooded the room, forcing me to blink a few times to refocus. A pretty face appeared above me, smiling. I had met her before; she was the one who had put the tattoo on my thigh.

"Hello, James," she said softly. "We weren't properly introduced before. I'm Karla, Rhoda's cousin. Sophia is my mum, and she really doesn't like you."

She reached down and gently wiped my forehead with a soft, warm cloth. "But don't you worry about that, because now you get to spend some time with me, won't that be fun?"

She leaned in and kissed the spot where her fingers had been. "I'm going to take this gag off now, but you mustn't speak, do you understand?"

I nodded. She reached behind my head and undid the strap. With a wet plop, she pulled the gag out and took it away. I heard the running water in the sink as she washed it, hanging it up on a hook near the cold metal wall. She came back smiling, crouching down beside me.

"The rules are simple," she whispered. "You do everything I say when I say it, and we'll have fun."

I tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but the words wouldn't come. It seemed Karla's orders were as strong as Rhoda's, a mental block I couldn't break.

She leaned in and kissed me. Gently at first, then with more urgency, her tongue probing. I gasped as her hand wandered down to my stomach, fingers wrapping around my still-hard cock. The drug from the pill was still raging through my system, keeping me perpetually aroused.

She stopped kissing abruptly and let go of my cock. "Let's get you up out of here and get you cleaned up a little."

She led me back down to the main house, pausing to wash the mud from my feet so I wouldn't track it across the clean floors. Karla led me upstairs to her room, a sanctuary of soft colors and calming scents. Once she closed the door, she had me sit in a chair while she turned on the en suite shower. The sound of the water was inviting.

She held out her hand and invited me into the warm spray. I stepped in, and she followed, taking her clothes off. I admired her young, fit body as it emerged from her clothes. She stepped into the shower with me, picked up a bar of soap, and started to wash me all over. It felt so good and gentle after the harsh way her mother had treated me. She kissed me hard and caressed my hard cock. "Such a pretty boy," she said with a smile. She kissed my chest and stomach, tweaking my nipples. Her hand never left my cock, keeping me on the edge.

She turned off the shower, pulled me out, and wrapped me in a luxuriously soft bath towel. She told me to dry off while she did the same. Karla had me lie on her soft bed, and she applied cream to the cuts left by the studded belt. It felt so good and relaxing that I found myself dozing off.

When I awoke, the sun was shining brightly through the window. I stretched out, and it took me a second to realize I wasn't secured in any way. I had the freedom to move my limbs. I got out of bed and enjoyed this rare moment of liberty as I stepped into the en suite to take a pee.

Karla was entering the room as I walked out of the restroom. My jaw dropped. She wore a bright red rubber catsuit that clung to her like a second skin. I could clearly see her nipples and her prominent camel toe. "Like what you see, handsome?" she asked, her voice husky.

I just nodded.

 "I've got something for you to wear too.”

She went to a wardrobe and pulled out a sleek, black, skin-tight rubber bodysuit.

"Come here," she commanded.

I stepped toward her, and she reached up and kissed me before helping me into the suit, the rubber cool and sticky against my skin. She pulled it up my legs, smoothing it over my thighs and waist. It was tight, compressing my chest and making it hard to breathe, but it felt secure. There was a cutout that ensured my cock and balls hung free. The zipper ran from my backside up my back to my neck. She zipped it up, the sound of the teeth grinding together echoing in the quiet room. She took a small tube from her bedside cabinet and squeezed some cool gel around the cutout for my privates, then smoothed it. There was a slight burning, but it didn’t last long.

She then picked up a matching hood made of the same material, but instead of being black, it was transparent. It was more like a balloon than a hood. There was no mouth, just a tube with a valve coming from where the mouth should be.

She slid the hood over my head, and as she pulled it down, she made sure the flange of the hood was tucked deep into the neck of the suit. She picked up the small tube again and smeared the gel between the hood and the suit.

 ”I’m also going to put this on you," she said, holding up a posture collar made of thick black rubber. It was stiff and high, designed to force my chin up and my neck straight. She buckled it around my neck; the pressure was instant and unyielding.

My breath whistled rhythmically as I struggled to draw it through the tube. Karla watched me with a predatory smile, her eyes tracing the contours of my rubber-clad body. She held up a pair of long rubber gloves, their latex gleaming in the sunlight. As she pulled them over my hands, they crept up my arms until they reached my elbows. She fastened the straps—four sets on each glove—tightening them until my fingers were locked into rigid, useless paws.

Next came the corset. It looked like a heavy cylinder of thick rubber, studded with dangling silver rings. She slid it around my midsection, and as she tightened it, my waist collapsed inward. It felt as if three inches vanished instantly. My ribs were crushed together, forcing my breathing to become ragged and shallow.

She pulled my arms behind my back and latched them to the corset. A heavy belt cinched my elbows together, locking them in a tight, unnatural embrace. Karla guided me to my knees, then clicked a strap around my ankles. She threaded a leather strap through the corset's rings, connecting my elbows to my ankles.

A mechanical ratchet clicked, and the strap began to pull. My elbows were dragged brutally toward my heels. I groaned as my spine arched into an impossible bow. I felt like a tipping point, teetering on the edge of a fall. If I tried to slouch, my face would smash into the floor, but my toes were barely touching the ground, held aloft by the agonizing tension of the strap. My knees had become a fulcrum.

Karla positioned a chair in front of me and sat down, spreading her legs wide. Her gloved hand rubbed her rubber-covered camel toe, and in her other hand she produced a vibrator. She held it at the point of the V and closed her eyes, sighing with satisfaction.

She stayed like that for a while, then opened her eyes. She moved her booted foot between my exposed balls and cock, rubbing it up and down. I could feel my cock grow under her sole, a traitorous reaction to the stimulation.

Karla leaned forward and turned the nozzle on the tube attached to the hood. I felt the air grow hotter, and the mask began to steam up. With each breath, the rubber hood tightened around my head, crushing me.

Through the steam and the haze of my panic, I saw Karla watching me, her hands tweaking her nipples as she ran her tongue over her lips in excitement.

I was gasping, my mind reeling. I started to roll forward, but she put her hand on my head to stop me. My ears were ringing, and the darkness was closing in. The hood was tight against my face, and Karla leaned in, kissing me through the mask.

Suddenly, there was a loud hiss, and cool air rushed in through the hose. I started taking deep breaths, gulping the air as deep as my bondage would allow.

The cycle of control was relentless, repeating throughout the day. She held absolute dominion over my life, deriving sick pleasure from keeping me teetering on the edge of death. She reached climax after climax, all while keeping me trapped in a state of perpetual, painful arousal.

Finally, she released the strap binding my elbows to my ankles, then the cuffs securing my arms to the corset. I wept silently into the hood as my limbs stretched back to their natural positions, the relief agonizing against the stiffness. But her mercy was short-lived; she re-clipped my wrists to the rings on the corset.

I was forced to lie flat on my back, paralyzed and immobile, my vision reduced to a static stare at the ceiling. Karla reappeared above me, her body naked and sheened with a fresh layer of sweat from wearing the rubber catsuit for hours. She lowered herself onto my exposed cock, her movements slow and deliberate at first. As her tempo increased, she reached out and twisted the valve on the air intake. She rode me harder now, the breath denial setting in, my lungs burning as the supply of air dwindled. I was gasping, thrashing against the restraints, but the darkness was closing in.

The last thing I saw after I exploded into her was Karla reaching for a small vial. My vision failed me as she positioned the vial between her legs.

The stinging scent of the salts jolted me back to consciousness. My body convulsed against the straps, muscles twitching as I gasped for air. The hood and collar were gone. Karla helped me sit up, her touch surprisingly gentle, then pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank you. That was a lovely day," she whispered, kissing the side of my neck. I wanted to scream at her, to tell her that her idea of a lovely day was a slow, suffocating nightmare, but the order was still fresh in my mind: do not speak.

She slowly removed the corset. I let out a ragged sigh as my lungs expanded to their full capacity, drawing in the cool air. Next came the heavy rubber suit. She explained that a gel was used to create an airtight seal and that she had to use a special solvent to dissolve the adhesive holding it to my skin. The air felt freezing as she peeled the second skin away from my body.

She ordered me to the bathroom. I was granted a rare moment of privacy to use the toilet and shower, the water washing away the grime and the smell of latex. When I emerged, she was dressed in an unflattering white bathrobe. There was no sign of the rubber suits, but two cups sat on the side table along with some energy bars. She handed me a piping-hot cup of tea, told me to sit in the chair and drink it, then passed me an energy bar.

I sat in uncomfortable silence. Her demeanor wasn't exactly cold, just nonchalant, as if treating what had passed between us was the most normal thing in the world. It was dark outside, and the electric alarm clock on the nightstand read 9:30.

"Up."

Her order made me jump, breaking the silence. "Hands behind your back." The metal cuffs snapped shut, locking me in place. It seemed my time with Karla was over. If my assessment was right, I would have to visit Rhoda's mother or sister next, and hopefully, sooner rather than later, consummate my wedding with my wife.

The thought of Rhoda made my cock grow, a traitorous physical reaction to a woman I despised. How could she elicit this kind of attention from me? Karla clipped the leash to my collar and led me outside into the yard like a dog. She had me kneel against the garage wall; the rough flagstone bricks dug into my knees. She attached the leash to a heavy iron ring set into the wall.

Finally, she slipped a blindfold over my eyes and stuffed a gag into my mouth. She turned and left me alone in the dark, the click of the door echoing in the silence.