The New Spring Line – Part 12

Hi Everyone
   Here it is, the final part of our friend RubberH's brilliant story, actually it is quite a sad thing, because you never want the best stuff to end really. However if it must end, then best it end on a high like this.
  RH's take on my world has been a cleverly mastered sideways step, looking through the famous cracked mirror into an alternate reality and it has been a pleasure to read and share and I hope I can share more of your work in the future my friend.
   Enjoy
XXX
Andy




The New Spring Line – Part 12
Copyright 2018 by RubberH

Blackness! Horrible, horrible blackness!. The white noise. Unrelenting. Never stopping. Can’t move a muscle. Can’t even speak! It has gone on for how long? Days? Weeks?
The vibrators switching on and off. Bringing so close to climax…then shutting down when it was just about to occur! Over and over again!
What is that? Someone’s fingers. Taking hold of the mask. Releasing the catches…Freedom…Sweet Freedom!
It was then that Lady Jane felt the mask being pulled off her face. The light hurt her eyes. The two-foot long penis gag was slowly pulled out of her throat. Two smaller tubes were attached to the end. One for breathing and one for food.  Her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw the face of her tormentor.
“Ah, Jane. You are now returned to the land of the living.”, said the woman. She looked familiar to Jane, but it was difficult to even think straight. Her imprisonment in the vacuum bed had affected her mind. The total sensory deprevation mixed with the subliminal auditory stimulus had nearly driven her mad.
“Where…where am I? Who.. are ..you?”, asked Lady Jane.
“I am so disappointed you don’t remember me.”, said the woman. “I thought we were such good friends.”
“I must know her.” Lady Jane thought. Then slowly she realized that it was Lady Flogger! Yes, no she remembered. She was just getting into her new Jaguar when she was seized and shocked several times with a stun gun. She collapsed and the next thing she knew she was in the vacuum bed. The mask was being forced onto her face. She couldn’t fight it as everything went dark.
“Ahhh!” said Lady Flogger. “It’s all coming back now. Poor Jane! You have missed quite a lot this past year.”
Lady Jane’s eyes opened wide. “A…cough…cough…year?” she sputtered. She was shocked and yet regained enough of her senses to start shouting. “Release me you little bitch! Do you know just who I am?”
“Oh, my goodness!.” Mocked Lady Flogger. “Such language! Obviously we should have kept you in here much, much longer. Maybe five years. I could put this mask back on…”
“No, please Jessica!” cried Lady Jane in horror. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry……..I’m sorry…please.”
“Yes, this vacuum bed does have quite an effect on people. The sensory depravation and the constant sexual stimulus usually drives the victim insane when we combine it with hallucinogens and hypnotic drugs. However, I recommended that you be fully aware of your state, and they agreed.”
“Who…who agreed?” asked Lady Jane.
“Oh, Jane…you really went much too far this time. You didn’t just anger Lady Quirt. Or just WORLD, the Sissy Guild or the Disciplinary Committee. You managed to piss off the Domina herself.”
“Why…how?” Lady Jane was puzzled.
“Well, let’s see. You continued to flaunt Andrew around, despite being told to keep a low profile. Your little trip to the United States and your appearance on that talk show was certainly not low profile. The disaster at Club Gummi was your doing. By the way, the partygoers insisted on a full refund and they refused to return. The club is secretly owned by a very senior member of the Sisterhood. Speaking of the Sisterhood, you continued to flaunt their name at every opportunity. Do you remember the movie ‘Fight Club’ with Brad Pitt? There is a line that he says: ‘The first rule about ‘Fight Club’ is you don’t talk about ‘Fight Club’.” Secret societies survive because they stay secret. Oh Jane, you stepped in shit and sank up to your chin.”
“I…I demand an appeal!” Lady Jane shouted.
“Much too late Jane. While you were spending a not-so-pleasant time here, all of your loans were called-in. Your homes, your car and every possession of value were taken. As for your gambling debts, well there are a number of people from the casinos and private gaming parties who still have your worthless paper pledges. Your debtors, especially WORLD, have even claimed your contacts with Andrew and William.”
“Surely I must still have something of value. “ Lady Jane said.
“If there was a way we could sell your title, it would have already been done.”
“Wait! Andrew! What happened to him? Where is my nephew? Is he …”
“Quite safe I believe. You know, I have been so busy I haven’t really looked in on him.”
Lady Jane was beside herself. “Please let me out of this.” She cried.
“That is why I am here Jane. To free you from the bed.”
Lady Flogger nodded to two sissies who proceeded to free Lady Jane from the vacuum bed. Lady Jane was weak from being encapsulated in the thick latex. As she took a few careful steps she saw another sissy carrying something on a hanger. As the sissy drew closer, Lady Jane recognized what it was…
A FULL RUBBER SUIT! On the forehead of the hood there was a name…’GIMP’!
Lady Jane struggled as best she could, but she was far too weak to do anything to escape the grip of the two sissies. It took very little effort to apply the lubricant/contact adhesive and seal her inside.
Lady Jane cried “Please don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want!”
“You are going to do whatever we want anyway. With or without your cooperation. I would suggest that compliance is much easier than the alternative.” laughed Lady Flogger.
In minutes Lady Jane was inside the gimp suit and the adhesive began to bind itself to her body. As she realized that she would not be freed, she began to cry, tears streaming down her face.
“Now Jane, don’t cry. This is only temporary.” Lady Flogger cooed. Then she held up a gas mask. With very little effort she pulled it onto Lady Jane’s head and pulled on the straps. The gas mask glued itself  to her face. A small clear window allowed her to see the outside world.
“Now Jane, if you ever have any thoughts about escaping…See his remote?” Lady Flogger pointed the remote at her and pressed a button. Lady Jane soon head a loud ‘CLICK’ and in moments the air valve to the mask had closed. Her air had been cut off!
Lady Flogger stood passively in front of Lady Jane, as seconds passed. Soon Lady Jane could only breathe in her expired air. She grabbed the mask and attempted to pull it off without success. She began to panic as she knew that soon there would be no viable air in the mask and she would suffocate. She looked at Lady Flogger who leisurely looked at her watch and began humming ‘God Save the Queen’.
Lady Jane dropped to the floor and placed her hands together, begging Lady Flogger to give her air. Just as she was about to black out, Lady Jane heard another ‘CLICK’ and fresh air entered the gas mask.
“You see Jane. Any attempt to escape or defy us will result in our turning off your air supply. But we won’t do it too long, just enough to incapacitate you. You are going to be a good little rubber gimp this day. So, stand up and follow me.”
Lady Flogger proceeded to leave the room. Lady Jane quickly followed. She still tried to pull on the rubber suit, but it was stuck too fast. Soon she realized that she was walking down one of the corridors at WORLD headquarters.
“Yes Jane. You have been here since we seized you a year ago. It’s our new facility for the conditioning of sissies and rubberslaves. A lot has changed since then.” Lady Flogger said. “WORLD’s fortunes have grown considerably and the Sisterhood has also benefited from that growth. Rubberwear has become quite fashionable thanks to Andrew and William. You’ll learn more about them later.”
They took the lift down to the garage and Lady Jane was pushed into the back of a delivery vehicle. Lady Flogger drove off in what used to be Lady Jane’s Jaguar.
They drove through the London streets and then out towards the countryside. After an hour Lady Jane was tempted to try to escape through the rear door, but as she approached the back, the air valve slowly began to close. Quickly she went back to her seat.
“You should know by now Jane that we take nothing for granted.” came the voice of Lady Flogger.
Lady Jane looked up at the ceiling and noticed a camera looking down at her. There was no escape! She sat down and waited for who knows what was in store for her.
Another hour had passed, and the vehicle slowed down and stopped. After several minutes the door opened and there stood Lady Quirt. She was in a very formal rubber dress as if there was a special event.
“Well Jane, I am so glad that you have been able to make it. Bind her arms and shackle her ankles!” she said to two muscular women. In seconds Lady Jane was once again helpless.
“Just take her to the back and make sure she doesn’t make a fuss.” Said Lady Quirt.
The two women forced Lady Jane to walk into a …churchyard? They then brought her into the chapel and seated her in the back pew. They sat on either side of her to make sure she stayed still and quiet.
After several minutes there was the sound of an organ. Lady Jane was forced to stand up. Then she realized she was at a wedding. The music changed and the bride entered. Lady Jane looked and saw a beautiful figure dressed in the thinnest and whitest latex wedding gown. Then to her horror she saw that it was….ANDREW!
She tried to cry out to Andrew hoping for rescue, but the air valve clicked shut robbing her of air. Rendering her nearly unconscious. After she stopped struggling the air was restored.
“Andrew looks so beautiful doesn’t he?” Lady Quirt said to Jane. “You were right, A perfect sissy in every way. Of course, William looks quite handsome as well.”
Lady Jane looked at her nephew. He was beautiful but it was unfair that he was getting married. Andrew was hers! She would decide when, where and to who he would marry..if at all!
Lady Quirt could see barely through the window of the gas mask, but she could tell that Jane was weeping. “Yes. Crying at weddings is quite traditional. Don’t think of it as losing a nephew. Think of it as losing…oh wait…you are losing a nephew, and a prized sissy at that!” she taunted.
The ceremony concluded with William passionately kissing Andy, his bride. They left the church and headed towards the reception. Once they were no longer in sight, Lady Quirt looked at her captive.
“We are not quite through yet Jane.” She sneered. “In about six hours there is another little ceremony you are going to attend.”
Lady Jane was placed back in the vehicle and held here until nightfall. Once enough time had passed she was removed and taken to another building. The inside was dimly lit except for a large room at the end. Lady Jane was taken inside the room and bound to a pillar with chains. Inside were numerous people dressed in rubber. A party? No, it was some sort of ceremony.
Suddenly from the back of the room walked Lady Quirt. She was practically naked except for a black latex cape, gloves and thigh-high boots. She approached the front of the room and motioned to the back of the room. Lady Jane watch as both Andrew and William, clad in tight fitting white latex catsuits with the word “SLAVE” approached Lady Quirt.
“Good view isn’t it?” said Lady Flogger who had just stood next to Lady Jane. “We wanted you to get a really good look.”

“Why are they tormenting me so much?” asked Lady Jane to herself. “I’ve lost Andrew. What more can they do to me?”
“Oh, poor, poor Jane. Why are they so mean?”. Lady Flogger asked  “We knew that whatever we did to you physically, you would never learn your lesson. You would always revert back to your arrogant self. Your arrogant, and dangerous self. What could we ever do to you that would put you in your place? Then you supplied the answer yourself.”
“William!” Lady Jane realized.
“That is correct. Andrew was too tied to you emotionally. If you suffered he would be there to comfort you. We had to break that bond. William, the boy Andrew secretly loved, was the answer. We threw them together at every opportunity. Your greed and desire to show off your sissy to the world blinded you to the fact you were being manipulated. You are too dangerous to the Sisterhood, Jane. Bulldyke, well she wasn’t in on our plot, but she became a key to keeping William in line. Look carefully Jane.”
Jane watched as Bulldyke entered the room. She was dressed in a black latex catsuit, similar to Andrew and William’s, except it had the word “MASTER” written on it. As she looked closer she noticed something different…she looked closer..closer…
NO!!!!!
Bulldyke was sporting a bump…a baby bump!
“Yes, Jane. We were all surprised. The doctors initially told Bulldyke that her years of steroid abuse had made her incapable of having children. However, the doctors were wrong and now Bulldyke is bearing William’s child.”
Lady Jane couldn’t believe it! But why marry Andrew?
“When Bulldyke realized she was pregnant she immediately told William. Do you know what he did? He proposed marriage to her. Do you believe that?!  I mean it’s old fashioned, but I was rather touched that he would do such a thing. However, when she told Lady Quirt, she was reminded that as a relatively new domme she was by Sisterhood law forbidden to marry her submissive. Lady Quirt then brought all three into her office and asked them flat out if they loved each other. All three, Andrew, William and Bulldyke confessed that their relationship was more than just submissives and dominant. Then Lady Quirt offered a solution: Andrew and William would marry. Andrew would accept William’s collar, and William would accept Bulldyke’s collar. And so, here we are.”
Andrew knelt down in front of William. In William’s hand he held a special Sisterhood Collar – a “Forever Collar” the two pieces would go together, and two titanium locking pins would engage, preventing the collar from ever being removed except by a plasma cutter. It would be easier to cut off the wearer’s head and reattach it than to cut through it without damage to the submissive.
“Do you Andrew accept William’s collar for the rest of your natural life?” asked Lady Quirt. “To recognize him as your owner and in this case, joint lover?”
“I do accept my Owner’s collar.” replied Andrew.
William placed the collar around Andrew’s neck and snapped it shut. It was done. Now William turned and faced Bulldyke. He kneeled in front of her.
“Do you William accept Master Bulldyke’s collar for the rest of your natural life? To recognize her as your owner and in this case,  joint lover?”
“I do accept my Owner’s collar.” Replied William .
Bulldyke placed the collar around William’s neck. A click was heard and it was done.
Lady Quirt then gave two gold leashes to Bulldyke. “In accordance with the laws of the Sisterhood, the Rules of WORLD, BARE and all other authorities vested in me, I pronounce you Slaves and Master”
The crowd erupted in applause as Bulldyke clipped the leashes to William and Andrew’s collars. She directed them through the guests and into a reception hall
Lady Quirt approached Lady Jane. “Brings a tear to one’s eye doesn’t it …slave?”
Lady Jane looked at her captor. A chill ran down her spine.
“No more vacuum bed for you. Tomorrow you start your new life as a rubberslave. Oh, you won’t be a gimp all the time. Just for the first two years. Then you’ll be a rubber pony for Lady Tawse for another two years, a rubber doggy, a rubber maid, a rubber doll and who knows what else. You’ll serve each member of WORLD for two years’ time. When you are through… then the real torment begins.”
The new rubberslave screamed into the gasmask. In moments the air valve closed and unconsciousness took over.

The New Spring Line – Part 11

Hi everyone
   Here we are with, and in the correct order, part 11 of our friend RHs brilliant take on the world of Andy and Aunt Jane.
  Hope you enjoy
I did
XXX


The New Spring Line – Part 11
Copyright 2018 by RubberH

Lady Quirt wiped her rubber gloved hand across the shelf of the display case and looked at her fingers. There was only a tiny amount of dust. The owner obviously had some pride in the condition of his office. As she looked at the various awards in the case, she noticed that some of these were from well-respected advertising organizations and trade associations, although some years old.
The door of the office opened, and the owner of GB Productions entered.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.” The man said.
“That is quite alright.” Replied Lady Quirt. “I was examining your accomplishments.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say they were anything major, but in my business any accolade is appreciated.
Lady Quirt read off some of the engravings. “’Best Adult Film 2014, 2015 and 2016’, ‘Best Threesome’, ‘Most Intense S&M’ and then this one: ‘Top Commercial Production 2008’. That’s somewhat out of place with the others.”
The man looked at Lady Quirt. “Things change over time. Yeah, I made lots of mainstream television and radio ads. I was pretty good for a small shop. But other agencies hired away my best people and I lost business. Then I got into this to pay the bills.”
“Yes, some call you the best Porn Producer in the country.”
 “A complement is a complement. It’s gotten me into a few awkward situations. Well, you don’t tell your kids you make porn for a living. I had a teacher and parent conference one time…I’m not boring you, am I?”
“No, go ahead. It must have been difficult.”
“Well, I try to say I’m a film producer and the teacher starts asking what films I’ve done. I give an example of the last mainstream job I did, but the teacher asks what else I did. I try to rush it off by saying it was of no importance, but she is insistent. So, I tell her my most recent film was ‘Lesbian Rubber Vixens’. “
“And what was her response?” asked Lady Quirt.
“She couldn’t say anything at first, then blurted out that it was her and her girlfriend’s favorite.”
Lady Quirt laughed for a few seconds. The man smiled and they both knew that the ice had been broken.
“I also forgot to introduce myself, Geoffrey Banner. President of GB Productions.”  He held out his hand.
“I am Lady Quirt. President and CEO of WORLD. Owner of ‘Boy?!’ and ‘Impact!’.” She replied and they shook hands.
“Oh yes, I’ve been in a ‘Boy?!’ store and I’m anxious to check out ‘Impact!’, Some of the previews look exceptional. What would bring you to my business? “
Lady Quirt made no delay in what she wanted. “I hear you are starting a new film.”
“Yes. It’s called ‘1000 Days of a Rubber Prisoner’” Geoffrey replied. “Top grade fetish film with a heavy gay theme.”
“And you just hired someone to play the…’lead’?”
“Yes, a new face, among other things. I made a deal with a friend of yours, a Lady Jane…”
“Not exactly a friend.” Said Lady Quirt. “In fact, she is improperly using one of ‘Impact!’s’ prized assets.”
“Hey, my deal was 100 percent aboveboard. She showed me her contact to act as William’s agent, which gave her the right to negotiate for his services. If you want to take legal action, take it up with her.”
“I have no intention of taking you to court. You were duped, just like the others she defrauded. I’m here to correct an awkward situation. You see, if William becomes part of your film, then it will damage the carefully constructed image of him we have been creating these past two months.”
Geoffrey looked at Lady Quirt. “Well, I can’t say I’m not sympathetic to your situation. But I will lose out on the advance sales of this new film. He is perfect for the part and recasting may take time.”
“I was thinking about your scrapping the entire film.” Said Lady Quirt.
“And just what could convince me to give up a sizable profit?”
“I was looking at your mainstream awards. Very impressive. I remember that baby food commercial you did back in 2007. You have talent. Talent that WORLD could use.”
“Keep talking.”, said Geoffrey. “I think I know what you want, but I’ll let you finish your offer.”
“’Boy?!’ and ‘Impact!’ will roll out their joint print campaign for the new spring line in a couple of months. But print media isn’t enough. We will have an internet campaign, but we need something else. Something more mainstream.”
“Like television and radio commercials?” he asked.
“Yes. For the most part it will take a lot of creativity to produce commercials which will be allowed for prime-time broadcast and cable/satellite distribution.”
Geoffrey paused for a few moments. Lady Quirt was wondering if it was a good pause or a bad one.
“That’s an interesting offer.” He replied. “But I think I’m going to need more than just an occasional ad every few months or so.”
Lady Quirt looked at Geoffrey. “True, so here is a little something else: We will allow your existing film library to be stocked at all ‘Impact!’ stores, and we will have you produce some special videos.”
“Special?” he asked. Lady Quirt took a piece of paper and handed it to him.
“Special ‘instructional’ videos for ‘Impact!’s clients. These are the subjects.”
Geoffrey looked at the list. He gave a low whistle as he read each item.
“Whew!” he finally exclaimed. I’m familiar with almost everything on your list. A couple of these…well it would be interesting to try.”
Lady Quirt could tell he was interested. “Then, we have a deal?” she asked.
“You know, if that Lady Jane had presented this offer to me, I’d probably tell her to stick it. She was an arrogant bitch, pardon me, and treated me like I was scum. My business may not be as high-end as yours Lady Quirt, but it is my business.”
“I’m sorry to hear you were so badly treated. Yes, she has an attitude.” Replied Lady Quirt. “Something that will need to be addressed.”
“This is a very reasonable offer and I would be happy to accept.”
 “Thank you. In the meantime, let me collect William and we will meet on Thursday to go over details.”
“Please follow me to the set.” Said Geoffrey.
The both of them made their way through a couple of corridors filled with used furniture, papers, costumes and other equipment. Finally they reached the set.
Hanging from the ceiling of the set was a sling made of heavy duty rubber. In the sling, a young man was bound, floating above the floor. Lady Quirt guessed that it was William.
He was nude and a heavy-duty rubber gasmask was fitted over his head. Around his balls a steel cable was wrapped and padlocked. A heavy lead weight dangled from the end of the cable. Several other weights lay on the floor, to be added later. His arms were bound and a second cable wrapped and padlocked around his wrists. The end of the cable was pushed through a pulley fastened to the floor. The cable went to a second pulley a couple of feet away and other end went up and was secured to the back of the gasmask. As the sling rose, the bound wrists also rose and the cable forced his head farther back. Lady Quirt could hear William’s muffled cries for mercy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two large men dressed in nothing but rubber harnesses and boots.
“OK boys. We’re going to wrap this up. Ian, Peter please unbind William and clean him up.”
“We were just ready to start. It took about a half hour to get him set up, and we haven’t recorded anything.”, said one of the men.
“Change of plans” said Geoffrey, “And yes, you’ll get paid for today.”
Then men took William down from the ceiling and removed the restraints. He was checked for any injuries and except for some minor abrasions, he was in good shape.
“Lady Quirt!”, said William . “Thank…”
“Display!”, commanded Lady Quirt. William immediately complied.
“Now, William. Explain just how you ended up in a porn film.”
William told her how he had left WORLD’s offices and was going to take the bus home, when he was intercepted by Lady Jane. She threatened to give the ‘Display’ command right there in the street unless he did as she ordered. She took him to this studio and told him he was contracted to make a half dozen films. All Gay S&M films. He would have refused, but she was still a member of the Sisterhood and he was taught to obey. Lady Jane had told him that Andrew was hers and once he saw William in these films, Andrew would see just how pitiful and low he was.
 Lady Quirt was livid! This was the last straw! Months of work and expense ruined because of Jane’s arrogance and her unseemly obsession with her sissy nephew!
Her anger subsided enough to give the ‘Release’ order. She allowed William to dress and she took him home to Bulldyke and Andy.
Several weeks later, in the boardroom of WORLD, the members watched as the screen lit up. Soon they saw Andy’s image appear. He was lying on a bed, looking up at the camera. Two red latex bows were wrapped loosely around his body.
“ Heelloo.”, he purred. “This holiday season unwrap something really special.” He reached up with both hands and brought over two objects. “With every ten inch and larger anal toy you buy from ‘Impact!’ or ‘Boy?!’, you get a free tube of ‘Dr. Schneider’s Butt Butter’. The same lube that Will and I always use.”. He then placed the two objects in front of the camera. They were two tubes of lubricant. “’Dr Schneider’s’ comes in regular unscented and the new ‘Moonlight Passion’. Oh, and for those who are bold enough, a free copy of our new instructional video ‘Will and Andy’s.. Best… Anal… Ever!’” when you buy….” There was a pause and Andy said in a more passionate sound voice, “BIG RED!”.
The ‘Boy?!’ and ‘Impact’ logos appeared on the screen and went to back. The Board members sat looking very amused.
“And this has already been approved by the networks?” asked Lady Flogger.
“Andrew is covered enough to pass the censors. He only suggests and does not perform any sexual acts. Now this advertisement will be played on late night television. However, we have less suggestive ads which will be seen in prime time and on certain niche networks.” Said Lady Quirt.
“I can’t argue with success.”, said Lady Tawse. “Since the opening of ‘Impact!’ WORLD’s profits have increased by 400%. The new spring line was sold out and I mean sold out before the paint had dried on the Tokyo store.  I’m optimistic and you know when it come to finance, I take a more cautious approach.”
Lady Quirt was beaming with pride. “I thought you might also like to see something else that will delight all of you.” She had one of her sissies hand a copy of a magazine to each member.
“Oh, my….”, exclaimed Mistress Priya. “Is this real?”
Lady Quirt held up a copy of an American weekly magazine. “Yes, my friends. This is a mainstream magazine. Seen in supermarkets, doctors’ offices, libraries and other places throughout not just the United States, but in Canada, Australia…I mean worldwide.”
On the cover of the magazine was a picture of William and Andrew. They were at a Hollywood party. The caption read: ‘Will and Andy - This Year’s and this Decade’s Hottest Couple’.