Chinese Rubber Trap
By Darqside
“So it’s you’re first time wearing rubber, is it?†I ask my wife.
She nods nervously, but it’s one of those moments where someone finally comes to the realization that they truly and honestly like to wear rubber, and despite her nervousness, she is all too eager.
“So have you decided on what you want to try on?†I ask furtively.
Honestly, this was my first time walking into an Oriental Fetish Clothing store, so I really had no idea what to expect, to say it was exotic was an understatement. I can’t say I’ve never wanted to do this before, because I have, lots of times, I just never got up the courage, until she finally insisted to fulfill a fantasy or two of mine. But some of the stuff in this store was beyond anything I could imagine. Long dragon statues lined the walls, and so many different types of clothes and toys I could only guess at what they were used for.
“I think I’ll get this catsuit and molded hood with the stitched-in wig for starters…†she says, though I find it strange that she wants to dive into the surreal stuff so quickly.
The thing’s got good stretch capability and the hood seems to connect to it nicely, not to mention this is the first time I’ve seen a hood that conformed to the shape of the wearer’s face so well. Although I’m not so sure about the black flame curls on the sleeves, on the back there seem to be several Chinese symbols, for what we can’t be certain.
There’s something truly devilish about this suit, but I can’t put my finger on it. It isn’t the zippers that go across the crotch and into the buttocks though.
“Wait hon, why don’t we ask the people who work here, maybe they can explain a little more about this suit.â€
I walk over to the counter and ask the guy at the register for some assistance. He’s a bit shorter than me, about 4’8â€, and you can tell he only just learned to speak English.
“Wa kan I du fa yu saa.†He says in loose English. “We haf all kinds rubba, you try, you like, you buy!â€
“I’d like to know what the Chinese symbols are on the back of this suit, if you could explain it to us.â€
The little man takes the material in his hands, shifts it back and forth across his arm like a master silk spinner, and turns it over without so much as a wrinkle. It takes him a few minutes to read the inscription on the back, as he seems to be having trouble deciphering some old symbols.
“I sowy saa, I can no recommend this suit faa yuu wife. It too dangerous for first-taima.â€
I could’ve laughed at the guy ‘first-timer?’ us? We’ve been married for years, sex isn’t new. In fact it was getting old but I wasn’t about to tell him that. But the idea of us being ‘first-timers’ sent a chill down my spine that made me want to get that suit just to see what it might do.
“Dangerous? Why is it dangerous?†my wife asked. So it piqued her curiosity too.
“This haad to ‘splain in yuu language, it suit faa suraves and debt women. It train yuu to du go more and faster.â€
“I’m not sure what you mean by ‘go more and faster’. But I really want to try this suit.†My wife said. She had a rather determined look on her face at the moment, like it was part of a plan she had to spruce up our relationship which had gone south. Truth was, there wasn’t a day I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to that sexy pouting face, but she hasn’t made that face since our Honeymoon.
“Okay, I’ll get it.†I said, my voice matching my wife’s determination.
“But saa—,â€
“And I won’t take no for an answer, even if it means paying extra.â€
“Okay then…yuu been waaned. Yuu want suit, yuu got suit, we do not take refund.â€
Just as he was bagging up the suit for us to take home, his cell phone buzzed before I could ask him any more questions about the suit. Well…I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
When we left the store I could hear him talking animatedly through his cell in Chinese.
“I think that’s his wife on the phone…†I whispered.
“Don’t say stuff like that!†my wife giggled, she hadn’t done that in a while.
When we got in the car, I couldn’t help but notice the smile on my wife’s face, and it brought a smile to my own. It had been quite some time since our last excursion, but this was better than I could’ve hoped, even if the suit might be a challenge for us, I’m sure my wife would overcome it to ‘go more and faster’.
When we got home I decided to pull down all the window shades in the house, as I didn’t want any unwanted voyeurs into our personal experiment. Although, it might be said my wife is an exhibitionist by nature, so even if someone was spying on her, she’d enjoy it.
We decided to look over the suit one more time to make sure there weren’t any blemishes or damage incurred. It was still like putty in my hands, and very smooth to the touch. If there was ever such a thing as ‘silky latex’ this was it. All I could do now was hope I got my money’s worth.
My wife instantly dropped out of her outfit which put a lump in my throat. It had been a long time since she stripped that fast. This suit apparently got her going, I was almost positive of that. She ran to the bathroom and got something, and when she came back she showed it to me.
“A slave collar?†I asked, “You really want to wear this?†The thing had a long leash extending from it, it was made of a very sturdy material. As a safety measure though, it had a key that was the only means of locking the collar in place or unlocking it. It didn’t lock automatically like some collars do, but as an upside it did act as a neck brace of sorts, so you couldn’t turn your head while you wore it. She kept the key in a special box next to it at all times, in case the notion ever came to her, but up till now…it never did.
“I haven’t been more turned on about something like this in my whole life, dear. It’s…exciting.â€
Next she got a few more things from the drawer that she’d bought at a few other stores but never considered trying until now.
Then she brought out something strange, it was a jar of something, but I didn’t know what it was till I read the label.
“Breast Enhancement Cream?†I asked, “I didn’t know you used this stuff?â€
“I don’t…at least…not yet…it’s just something about that suit that wants me to ‘go all the way’ you know?†To be honest, I was starting to think my wife was acting rather peculiar since we got the suit, but she was really starting to look a little hot. And I don’t just mean more attractive. She was really getting turned on!
Then she brought out a few things I never thought in my wildest dreams she’d actually put on. I am, to an extent, a clothing fetishist, while for the longest time, my wife was not. It was always awkward, but I bought things occasionally in my wife’s size just in case she would ever want to wear them for me. And to be honest, I hadn’t even told her I got the two items she now had in her hand! I’d bought them secretly!!
“You’re blushing, dear.†She grinned. I was, but I’d never admit it.
“How did you know where I keep that stuff!?â€
“A woman has her ways…†is all she said.
The first item in question was a special rubber corset designed to shape the abs, waistline, and make the bust and hips more pronounced. It would be rather tough to put on without my assistance, but for me personally, it would be worth it.
The second was a pair of extreme ballet-heel boots, thigh-high, and made of solid rubber molded material. I really didn’t expect my wife to even consider wearing these things, as I knew it would take a lot of training and practice, but I liked to look at them once in a while, not in my wildest dreams had I considered the possibility she’d want to wear them…or even if she could wear them.
“They’re in my size, right?†she asked gently, after having ‘exposed’ me for my closet clothing fetish.
“Well, um…that is er….sigh….yeah.†I resigned myself.
“The truth is, dear, I knew you bought them a long time ago, but you really should tell me when you get these kinds of things, I know you better than that…â€
“I guess so…â€
“Anyways, I’m doing you a big favor by trying them on today with the suit, so I hope you’ll enjoy it, because it’s just for today!â€
I smiled, and hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. “I’ll get the chair then. You’ll need it if you want to try standing in those things.â€
After grabbing the chair, we finally opened up the suit to get a better look at it. From the looks of things, it was a very convoluted process to get the suit on, and once it was on, apparently it was designed for long sessions and highly flexible. But as said before, the way the zippers lined themselves on the suit was astonishingly unique. Seeing as I can’t read Chinese characters, I couldn’t make them out on the backside of the suit, but apparently once someone wore the outfit and zipped the suit all the way, the zipper literally completed the character symbol written on the back. Was this the ‘training’ aspect that shop owner was talking about? I looked over the suit more closely.
It was strange, but the red and black suit had some odd markings where the anus and vaginal areas would be along the lines of the zipper in the crotch, I felt inside the suit for anything significant, but I couldn’t find anything suspicious. Nothing strange about the molded stockings or gloves on the suit either. It was all one solid piece of rubber as far as I could tell.
Being the meticulous fetishist that I am, I set about an order to how my wife would put each of the items in question on. We would go corset, breast cream, suit, heels, hood, and as a coup de grace, then we would zip up the suit and lock the collar.
“I’ve never seen this side of you before. You’re very detail-oriented. I like that.†She smiled.
First up we got my wife into the corset. It was slow coming at first, as this was my wife’s first time wearing it, and it needed to be good and tight if it was going to be even remotely comfortable, which isn’t saying much considering many corsets aren’t supposed to be comfortable. She grunted a few times and sucked it in, but the end result was that she had a slim waistline and the top of the corset pushed her C-Cup breasts up nicely.
Next up was the breast cream; she however, insisted this be done herself, despite my desire in wanting to ‘help’.
“If I just let you touch my breasts, we’ll never get that suit on.†She smiled.
She applied the cream liberally, taking into account her own contours and all the sensitive parts. But then she did something strange. She started taking the Breast Cream and started applying it to her labia, even her rear end!
When I asked her why, since it was ‘breast cream’. She replied, “For luck.â€
When she said that I knew all too well what it meant, this suit might very well be our last chance at relighting the flame in our relationship, as it had gone dim the past few months. Already I started to feel uneasy, until she started to put on the suit. Carefully she slipped her arms and fingers into the black rubber sleeves, then slid her feet down the black stockings. Because of the large zipper down the abdomen, it was left to hang open.
“That we’ll save for later, right dear?†she said, kissing her fingers and then touching her vulva.
She carefully slid her feet into the tall ballet-heels, which conformed to her feet quite nicely. There were no laces to speak of, which she found astonishing, and the boots simply maintained their solid shape around her feet.
She sat down in the chair, trying various ways of getting her toes to balance in the heel. She couldn’t put her full weight on it, but with either the chair or the bed nearby, it wouldn’t matter so much.
After that, we bundled my wife’s hair into the back of the red hood, luckily she has short hair so the complexity of wearing a hood wasn’t too much of an issue. The wig built on the suit was a deep black color, and had a very unique shine to it. When the hood was completely in place, my wife was converted from a pale-skinned short-haired brunette to a red-rubber skinned long raven-haired beauty. Her red lips accentuated the red rubber nicely, even if she could barely move them due to the tightness of the hood.
Next up was the collar, apparently the suit and hood were accommodating for it, as it the suit essentially fit her head through the neck hole, while the hood was over the top, and then the collar could be put in place. But the key was necessary for the lock mechanism to be initiated. I brought the key out of the box, setting it by the lamp nearby.
Now all that was left was to zip the suit shut and lock the collar, and we’d be all set. I hadn’t thought of anything beyond that, but just looking at my shapely wife in such an elegant latex outfit would be more than satisfying.
She gave me the honors of slowly zipping the suit shut, which I took to with gusto. I was nice and smooth about it, never once touching her labia or anything inside, not missing a single tooth on the zipper’s track.
As I was zipping her down, I noticed the strange symbol on her vaginal area had taken a different shape the moment I zipped it up, then symbol over where her anus would be…then lastly, the large symbol on her lower backside was completed.
The moment I finished, something strange happened. I heard a click from above as my wife yelped.
“Wait…what the…I thought you said this thing couldn’t lock by itself without the key?â€
“The collar’s not supposed to.â€
“Well it just clamped shut without me touching it…what’s the deal?â€
That’s when I noted something strange about the symbols that had been created when I’d zipped her. The symbols began to glow with a strange insignia on them, and I could smell something odd…it smelled like an ancient perfume…very elegant and unique.
I quickly ran and got the key for the collar, only to find out there was no hole.
“There’s no keyhole? What do you mean there’s no keyhole! How am I supposed to take off this collar if there’s no keyhole?â€
That’s when I noticed something else; the seam one normally sees that bisects a slave collar was gone. There was no indication that the collar had any means of coming off in the first place. The leash itself was dangling long in front of her, and was it my imagination? Had the leash gotten longer…?
“Urgh…stupid faulty equipment, what am I supposed to do!†She was holding the leash out in front of her and tugging on it.
As she struggled with the collar and leash, something down below on the suit caught my eye. I reached down to find something dangling from her crotch. I pulled at it and it peeled away like a strange decal or ornament falling off its hinges.
That’s when I noticed….what I was peeling away…
…was her Zipper.
We both watched in horror as for some strange fascinating reason I peeled the long thing from it’s origins on the suit all the way up to the chest and breasts where it was originally…and just like that, there was no seam or trace of how she got into the suit in the first place.
By the look in her eyes and face, my wife was about to scream, but something stopped her. Something down below, something around her legs, and something on her face, these things began pulling at the contours of her skin, face, and her lower extremities. The metallic collar was no longer metallic, but of a hard inflexible rubber material. In fact every aspect of the suit had merged, molded or reshaped her body in some way. The suit even molded and shaped itself to fit the contours of the corset and heels.
Then she doubled over as if something had rammed itself into her like a shotgun. Luckily she had the bed nearby to totter on to.
The suit continued to take shape while I stared at it, speechless as my wife was transformed.
Some time later…
“You awake, dear…you’ve been out of it for a few hours now. You passed out.â€
“I’m…I’m alright I guess, Mas--†she stopped herself.
“You’re alright…thank goodness,†I sighed in relief. “I was about ready to have a heart attack when you suddenly collapsed. It’s good to know you’re alright considering what the suit did to you.â€
“What…the suit…†she said in a strange tone. “What suit?†she asked me, quizzically.
“What do you mean ‘what suit’ the one you got stuck in, silly!â€
Then she said something that totally blew my mind.
“Master, I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about; I’ve always had a red complexion.â€
“…..Wait…..what? Repeat what you just said….â€
“I said, ‘Master, I haven’t the slightest—,â€
“That first part right there….why did you just…?â€
“Master…I’ve always called you ‘Master’, Master…it’s what I’ve always called you. Because you are my Master.†She smiled, as if saying it over and over confirmed it.
I was too stunned for words. Then she broke me out of my reverie and handed me the leash.
“I believe this belongs to you, Master. Only you can hang onto me, and I’ll go wherever you go as long as you pull me hard and tight.†She swept that long raven hair back from her face.
But it wasn’t her face behind a rubber hood and mask, it was her ‘face’, and the black hair I thought was a wig couldn’t be more real.
Even more so, her breasts and hips were much larger than my wife’s usual size, and everything else was just beyond comprehension. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Her vulva was a shiny red rubber thing that protruded itself hotly from the suit, or should I say, her red skin. She turned herself furtively and I got an eyeful of her wide stretched anus, which appeared to have grown into an enormous hole in just a scant few hours she had passed out.
She tried getting up in those monster heels of hers and nearly stumbled.
“Oopsie,†she said in the dizziest voice I ever heard, “I guess I forgot how to walk. Silly me, but I’ll learn how to walk on tip toe for you, Master.†She giggled like one of those airhead bimbos I see on TV with the big breasts…only her breasts were just as big ..and red ..and rubbery, and they jiggled when she laughed.
Her black limbs shone brightly in contrast to her red breasts, face, and torso. She began to fondle her breasts with curiosity and push them together and apart.
“Don’t you want me, Master, I belong to you, you know…?â€
I must’ve blinked only once or twice because my eyes started to water at the sight of this fireball that had once been my wife.
Exactly what happened I can’t really be sure but, this woman before me had eyes like a lion, they looked very wild, and eager.
I couldn’t help myself; I tugged on the leash and dragged her lips to my own.
I was kissing my wife. But more than that, I felt like I was kissing my wife for the very first time. The smell of rubber filled my nose as I drank in her essence for the longest time. In the past…the passion wasn’t nearly as hot as this. The kiss was so intense it was hard to tell where her lips began and mine ended, like a shock running through my system.
Her breasts were like large ripened cherries I couldn’t help but fondle, and each time I squeezed, she kissed me even more. Before I knew it, my arms were around her waist and ass, her black rubber arms around my neck, leash dangling like an extension of her own body.
Something about the way her body changed was starting to affect me, however. I just felt…like punishing her. Not because she had done anything really…but simply because I could. Just holding that long leash in my hand gave me a surge in power I never felt before.
“Kiss me woman! The harder I pull on this leash, the deeper you have to kiss me!â€
She began to moan softly as I pulled her to my lips; it was something between an orgasm and a whimper that served as a mark of dominance for me. I tugged on the leash harder. She had no choice but to thrust her tongue as far into my mouth as she could muster. And the strangest thing of all was, her tongue seemed longer than I remembered.
“No! You’re not doing it right! You have to open yourself up to me while you kiss. I won’t accept anything else!â€
When she pulled away from my lips it was obvious she was gasping for breath, but once again in my impatience I pulled on the leash and she had no choice but to spread her knees around my hips, forcing her red gleaming vulva over the top of my eager head.
“Fuck me….Master…†she moaned it with such deep intensity; my whole body went rigid at attention.
~~Elsewhere…~~
<Honey you won’t believe this! I got some idiot to buy that suit.>
<Lan, why did you sell that thing…you know it’s made with bad ‘chi’. That was handed down in my family for years, and we haven’t worn it in a long time, the energies in that thing are worse than a battery!>
<Aw who cares, the guy was practically begging for help in his sex life. His wife is so stupid.>
<She must be stupid, or crazy to want to wear that thing!>
<Yeah, well, I got YOU to wear yours didn’t I?>
<And I still haven’t been able to take it off; thanks to you…it’s been 50 years!>
<Hey don’t blame me for you demanding your body to put out, woman! Age has got nothing to do with it, and that trap prevents you from aging don’t forget. Unless I’m ‘satisfied’ with how you have sex with me, you’ll always be on the leash.>
<Sigh…whatever you say ‘Master’.>
<That’s more like it.>
The End!
Chinese Rubber Trap
Chinese Rubber Trap
Last edited by Darqside on 28 Sep 2012, 09:56, edited 2 times in total.
My big list of kinks (from top to bottom):
Long Rubber Hair, Rubber Skin, Posture Collar, Inflateable Breasts, Thick Rubber Corset, Hobble Corset Dress, Inflateable Butt, Rubber Pussy Fetish, Molded Ballet Boot Ultra High Heels
Long Rubber Hair, Rubber Skin, Posture Collar, Inflateable Breasts, Thick Rubber Corset, Hobble Corset Dress, Inflateable Butt, Rubber Pussy Fetish, Molded Ballet Boot Ultra High Heels
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RE: Chinese Rubber Trap
Okay, I'll buy one. Can you send the name of the shop? All I have to do is get my missus to try it on. Brilliant story. It held my attention to the very end!
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RE: Chinese Rubber Trap
I just love those transformation fantasies!
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Nice story, thanks
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You always write the best latex stories. I love reading your stuff. Thanks for the new one!
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very good story!!!