part 1
"So, where do we go for lunch?" asked Jason, looking half-heartedly in one of the hundreds of shop windows. Yet another combinationtobacconist's and news stand. The neighborhood was rife with them. Anannoyed-looking proprietor stared at him as he pressed his nose againstthe glass, and he realized he was acting like a tourist again andlooked away.
The view in Flora's direction was decidedly better, anyway. She haddressed up before leaving the hotel room, apparently to torment him.It was working. Now she was wearing a very tight, very short latexminiskirt in an outrageous shade of purple. The latex was so thin, itwas slightly translucent, and when the light hit it right, he could seelittle bubbles in the sweat between her ass and the skirt.
Combined with the form-fitting jacket in a matching shade of patentleather, the total effect was staggeringly loud, but very sexy.Besides a half-cup push-up bra of shiny black rubber, the tight-waistedjacket was all she wore above the waist. It revealed and exaggeratedher cleavage and, combined with the bright colors, created theimpression that she was an escapee from a local art school.
Jason shrugged his new bomber jacket around him, unwilling to believethat this overcast day was actually "nice spring weather," as Flora hadcalled it. He was glad he had bought the version with a shearlinglining, because it was the only thing keeping him warm. The pattern ofchrome studs on the back he could have done without, but it was theonly version that came with the sheepskin.
"I dunno," Flora answered absently. She was squinting in the overcast but bright daylight, looking through a tourist's guidebook. "Something besides pub food. The locals could learn somethingabout good food, you know." She shifted back and forth a bit on herstiletto heels.
"Hey," defended Jason, "that place had damn good ale. Just becauseyou don't like fish..."
"I LIKE fish," retorted Flora, "I just don't like what THEY did to it. I mean, vinegar? Eeew." She took a break from her reading tostick her tongue out petulantly at a passing gent who was admiring theview. It was not surprising, considering Flora's outfit- even inCarnaby Street, where punks and art-school types seemed to abound.
"What do you mean, you're supposed to LIKE the vinegar. YOU'RE a Brit. It's been what, twenty-four hours? And already your accent isthickening like yesterday's chowder." He smiled at his littlewitticism, but pecked Flora on the cheek to take the sting from hiswords.
She grinned and appeared ready with a riposte, when something caughther attention over Jason's shoulder.
"Mandy! Over here!" She shouted over the din of the tourist crowd and the traffic.
Mandy hurried up to them, loaded down with shopping bags. Lookingquite fashionable in her shiny black mackintosh and calf-high boots,she was far better prepared for the threatening sky than either Jasonor Flora. Flora looked like she ought to be freezing in her skimpy,revealing outfit, but she showed no sign of it. Perhaps she was justused to the climate. She had neglected to tell her companions what theweather was like in England, but apparently Mandy had had a better ideaEnglish weather than Jason.
"So, did you find what you were looking for?" Asked Jason.
She frowned and said, "More or less. I have to go back to theEctomorph shop after the con for a second fitting. Oh, and I've boughtyou each a present."
"What, What?" Flora asked, jumping up and trying to look into Mandy'sbag, like a small child.
"Oh, you'll see. Wait 'till we get back to the hotel. Hmm. I see I'm not the only one who's been shopping. New shoes, my dear?"
Flora smiled coyly through her hair at Mandy, who was walking aroundthe younger woman, inspecting her new heels. They were sky-high,bright purple, patent leather opera pumps, matching her skirt, with theaddition of half-a-dozen straps across the instep, and a wide cuffaround the ankle, attached to the shoe at the back. A tiny padlockdangled from the hasp of each cuff.
"What do you think?" Asked Jason, "I picked the style, and Flora picked the color."
Mandy smiled approvingly. "I like, I like. Anything else?"
"I've been sorely tempted," said Jason, "but I'm saving my money forthe convention. Every fetish and perve shop in Europe will be there,and I won't have to wear out my feet. Plus, if we see something in thedealers room we like, we can always visit their shop next week, ifthey're locals."
"Well," said Flora, "there was one little thing, er, pair of things, I just couldn't resist. They weren't very expensive!" She addeddefensively.
"So? Give. Let's see!" Mandy looked expectantly at Flora's shopping bag.
"Weeelll, since you're going to make US wait until we get back, Ithink I'll make YOU wait too." She put on her best "mischievous child"grin.
Mandy gave her a stern look. "Fine. If that's the way you want it.You know you'll have to pay for this little disobedience later, don'tyou?"
Jason rolled his eyes skyward.
"And what are YOU looking gaga at?" Mandy gave Jason a perturbed stare. Jason looked back, his innocent smile clearly saying, `whome?'.
Mandy gave up. "Oh! You two! I'm starving. Let's find something.."
"..to eat," finished Flora and Jason in unison.
Mandy peered around the block, evidently looking for a promising eatery. "You too?" She said.
"We were just debating what to have when you walked up," answered Flora.
"Well, I don't see much here, and I don't fancy the hotel food. What's your little book say?"
"Not much. Looks like a lot of tourist traps, if you ask me."
"Flora and I passed an ice-cream shop about a block back..." Jasonoffered helpfully.
Flora and Mandy looked at each other. Wide grins broke out.
"Chocolate Oblivion!" They cried in unison. They each grabbed an arm of a bewildered looking Jason and hurried back the way he and Florahad come.
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"Oh, God," moaned Jason, "that was wonderful." He leaned back in thechair, holding his stomach. "...but I feel like the Goodyear blimp,"he added.
Flora and Mandy exchanged looks, and broke out in another fit ofgiggles. The giggles had started about half-way through theirchocolate orgy, and they had hardly said a word since. Jason wastrying to be patient, but he kept getting the impression that he was onthe receiving end of an inside joke. It didn't help that the gigglesseemed uncharacteristic for the usually cool Mandy.
"Oh Jesus, this is good fudge," Mandy finally said clearly. She andFlora had been devouring a mound of Rocky Road under rivers of hotfudge. "Not Hot Fudge Topping," Mandy had read off the shops sign, "but realmelted fudge! These people definitely have the right idea!"
The two soda jerks, one a boy, the other a young woman and apparentlythe manager, had been ogling the trio since they had sat down, the boytrying not to be obvious as he alternately stared at Flora and Mandy. When Mandy had doffed her mac, revealing her tightly-laced, metallicsilver, kid leather body suit, you could almost hear the boy's jawcrack as it hit the counter. Jason had watched in curious amusementwhen Flora had gone up to ask the woman for a glass of water, and along whispered conversation had ensued between her and the young ladyat the end of the counter.
"So what was that all about," Jason asked when she got back.
"She wanted to know where she could find a skirt just like this one,"replied Flora, looking quite satisfied with herself.
"Not in purple, I hope," said Mandy.
"What's wrong with purple?" Countered Flora.
"Aside from the incredibly loud shade you picked," replied Mandy,"nothing... but you never seemed to want bright colors before- blackused to be good enough until now..." She was regarding Flora withthoughtful eyes.
"That's because I never bought something just for wearing out in public before," Flora said. "I mean, EVERYONE wears black rubber orleather at the convention, right? I just wanted to be... different,that's all."
"You want to be different, eh?" asked Mandy in an odd tone, staringintently into Flora's eyes. "But you ARE different, my little slut,and you know it, don't you?" She had lowered her voice to a deep andthroaty purr, and Jason doubted that the two behind the counter couldhear. It would probably have been too much for their perspiring youngminds anyhow, he thought. Mandy was still talking in low tones toFlora. "You are better than they are, aren't you? You are more...valuable, because you are mine."
Flora's eyes grew a little wider, but she didn't break Mandy's gaze.She licked her lips. She began to look distracted, as if listening toMandy's little speech was the most important thing in the world.Mandy's voice continued in a softly spoken, unbroken torrent of words.
"You have experienced both heaven and hell, while they fumble throughtheir dreary lives like mice in a maze." Her voice had taken on amonotonous, almost hypnotic quality. Jason had never heard her speakthis way before. The hair rose on the back of his neck. Something'shappening here, he thought. He had the good sense not to interruptwith any questions.
"You live your life for pleasure, because you wish to, isn't thatright?" Flora's eyelids were drooping, Jason noticed.
"Mm-hmm," answered Flora. The air between the three of them was charged with energy, and Jason shivered, despite the warm jacket hestill wore. Flora seemed fascinated with Mandy's face in a dreamy sortof way, while at the same time, she appeared distracted, as iflistening to unheard music.
"What do you live for?" asked Mandy.
"Pleasure," murmured Flora.
"Why do you live this way?" insisted Mandy.
"Because I wish to," replied Flora, her voice sounding almost druggedwith happiness now. Jason was entranced.
Mandy's voice took on a more insistent tone. "Your pleasure is my pleasure," Pause.
"My pleasure is your pleasure," came the answer.
"Your will is my will." Mandy stated it as a fact. Pause.
"My will is your will." Flora's eyes were closed now.
Shit, thought Jason, she's hypnotizing her! Where the hell did she learn this? He snuck a glance at the two soda jerks. They wereoblivious to what was happening, quietly cleaning up, only occasionallyglancing at the three of them.
He realized Mandy hadn't said anything in a while. She was watchingFlora intently. Flora's head nodded slightly, as if she were fallingasleep. "Flora? Can you hear me?" asked Mandy.
"Mm-hmm."
"Flora, you know you are in a deep trance, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You will listen only to the sound of my voice. You will not hearanyone or anything else, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
Mandy looked at Jason, who appeared ready to burst with questions. She grinned at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Later,"she said quietly to him, "Right now I want to enjoy this. You aregoing to go up and order a popcicle. I am going to go to the bathroomwith Flora. Wait a minute, then follow us. Bring the popcicle withyou."
"But..."
"No buts. We'll be in the men's room. Don't keep us waiting."
Jason could only wonder what Mandy had in mind. She stared at himexpectantly. He headed for the counter. "Um, I'd like a popcicle, ifyou have any," he asked the woman. She looked a little less interestedin her customers now, although her helper was still obviouslyfascinated with Mandy.
"What flavor?"
"Um." He wondered for a moment whether the flavor mattered. He lookedat the boxes in the freezer display. "Orange, I guess."
"25 cents." She rang it up, and went back to washing a fountain mixer.
He took his popcicle back to their table, leaving it wrapped. Mandy had already got up. Jason watched as she spoke to the boy, thenheaded through the indicated door with Flora in tow. Jason and the boywatched them appreciatively, Mandy's small and muscular leather-encasedass and legs flexing with muscle, followed by Flora's more ample,tightly- rubbered bottom and hips wiggling and swaying with abandon.
Jason hit the bathroom door precisely a minute later, without glancingat the two behind the counter, for fear they'd be staring at him. Theyhad to be suspicious now. He felt distinctly self-conscious suckingthe popcicle while he walked into the "loo". To his relief, there weretwo rest room doors on the other side of the outer door. Maybe theywon't realize we're in the same room, he thought.
At first, he saw no-one in the room. He was surprised how large thebathroom was- most "water closets" he had seen so far were literallyclosets. There were soft moans coming from one of the stalls. Helooked in. Flora was bent over the commode, facing the wall, with herarms folded on the tank and her legs astride the toilet. Her latexskirt was pulled way up, stretched tightly around her waist and overher breasts. The leather jacket and her bra were nowhere to be seen.Mandy stood behind her, one hand cupping a breast, the other buried tothe knuckles in Flora's vagina. She motioned with her head for Jasonto join them. It was cramped, and he and Mandy had to squeeze besideFlora to get the door closed, but once they had, there was little moreroom to move around in. He discovered Flora's jacket and bra hangingon the back of the door.
"Stop staring like a virgin," chided Mandy, "I want you to dosomething." She turned to her slave. "Flora," she said softly, "areyou listening to me?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I am going to put a leather helmet on you, do you understand?"
"Mm. Yes." Flora's voice was still a little dreamy, but she soundedmore alert.
"The helmet is very thick. It has a big gag and it fits tightly. Once I put it on you, you won't be able to hear anything, or speak atall, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Jason could hear the excitement in her voice now. No helmet was in sight. He began to become more than a little excitedhimself.
"Your voice will not work at all, you will be unable to moan, unable to make a sound, do you understand?"
"Yes."
"When I take it off, I will pinch your nose. Then you will be able tohear and speak again, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I am putting the helmet on you now, can you feel it?" Mandy had herhands around Flora's head, and was stroking them down around her ears.
"Yes."
"When I am finished lacing up the helmet, you will feel a pinch on theback of your neck, and you will no longer be able to hear or make asound, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm"
She pressed her hands against Flora's head and face. "I am lacing itup now, and it is getting tighter." Flora moaned softly. Mandy pushedher fingers into Flora's mouth momentarily. "The gag is pushing pastyour lips, filling your mouth. Soon you will be completely deaf anddumb." Flora moaned again, very softly, hardly more than a breath,though her mouth had formed a round `O'.
Jason realized suddenly that he had been holding his breath, and started breathing again, heavily.
Mandy pinched the back of Flora's neck. Flora jerked slightly, butremained silent. "Flora, I want you to sit down," she said. Floraremained standing. "Flora, I'm talking to you!" she hissed. "Flora,can you hear me? Just nod your head if you can hear me." Nothinghappened. Mandy grinned at Jason. Without warning, she drew her handback and gave Flora a tremendous swat on the bottom. Flora jerked, andher buttocks tensed and squirmed a bit, but she made no sound. AsJason watched, the colored outline of Mandy's hand appeared faintly onFlora's beautiful bottom.
"Run your popcicle over her cunt," commanded Mandy. Jason's eyes grewwide, but he did as he was told.
"Is she really deaf?" he asked. Flora jerked when he touched the icypopcicle to her, and bounced up and down several times, as if unable totolerate it's touch, but unwilling to let it leave her for very long.Orange colored juice began dripping down one leg.
"Looks like it," replied Mandy. She moved to one side, and massagedFlora's breasts through the thin rubber of the skirt. "Put it in," sheadded after a few moments.
"Waitaminute," said Jason, flustered, "it's frozen! Won't she... Imean..."
"Just keep it moving, don't let it stay in one place. Put it in now!I know what I'm doing." Her eyes flashed sternly at him, and he knewhe would be hearing about his hesitation later, under less comfortablecircumstances.
Jason plunged the icy confection into Flora's already dripping sex.Flora tensed all over, as if she were being electrocuted. She didn'tchange position however, she stood frozen in place, stooped over, hermuscles quivering, her entire torso shaking.
"Keep it moving!" commanded Mandy, "fuck her with it!"
Jason plunged the fat popcicle in and out of Flora, while Mandyviciously tugged, twisted, and squeezed Flora's breasts and nipplerings. Flora was actually humping the ice-cold popcicle now- Jason hadonly to hold it in one position. He noticed suddenly, to his surprise,that he had developed a tremendous erection.
"Enough," said Mandy, "take it out." Flora squirmed her ass a littleas he did. Mandy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, thenforcibly turned her around, facing the door. She pointed to the toiletseat. "Sit," she commanded. It took Jason a second to realize shemeant him. He squeezed past Flora, and sat down on the closed lid.Mandy pushed him back against the tank, made him scrunch down a littleon the seat. She maneuvered Flora backwards, until her legs wereastride the toilet again. In her stiletto heels, her ass was as highas Jason's face. Mandy stood in front of her, pulled her shouldersdown until she was bent over, her hands now resting on Jason's knees.
Mandy looked at Jason over Flora's back. "Well, what are you waitingfor? Clean her up!"
Jason was happy to oblige, and buried his face in Flora's crotch. Thecombination of orange flavored juice and her own natural taste wasbizarre, but he decided that he liked it. There was somethingintoxicating, unnaturally arousing, about her scent, her taste. He hadread once somewhere, that humans didn't really have pheromones, thosechemicals that involuntarily excited moths and other animals. If thatwas really true, then perhaps Flora was a freak of nature, for hertaste somehow excited him terrifically, like no-one else's, includingMandy.
Mandy was doing something that made Flora's ass sway. He took a breakto see what it was. Mandy had hold of Flora's skirt. "What are youlooking at?" she said, "get back to work." As soon as he did, he feltMandy pulling the thin latex skirt down over Flora's hips, and then hishead! He had to move forward a bit, but Mandy pulled it down, untilhis head was trapped between Flora's crotch and the tightly stretchedrubber. It was more or less the situation Mandy had put him in whenthey had first made love, when he was still an innocent teen.
In no time, the space under the skirt became hot and humid, and heoccasionally had to pause from his licking and sucking to take hugegasps of Flora- and rubber-scented air.
Before long, he felt Flora swaying and bucking against his face, though she made no sound at all. He started humming, on a low note,while his mouth was pressed to her sex. She pressed even harder backagainst his face, and he became hard-pressed to breathe at all. Thoughhe was becoming light-headed, he could feel she was close to orgasm,and didn't want to spoil it. Just when he thought he would pass outfrom lack of oxygen, he felt her shudder and buck violently, her cuntspasming and literally trying to suck in his nose when she shiftedposition. Desperately, he reached down, grabbed the toilet bowl rim,and pulling backwards and down, extracted his head from her skirt. Helooked up to see Mandy grinning down at him.
"You're lucky you brought her off before you `pulled out'," she said,"or I might have had to punish you."
"Oof!" sighed Jason, "Ahh, isn't someone out there going to- phew! -get suspicious soon?"
"Probably. Let's get her dressed. No, wait- I have an idea." Sherummaged in her purse. "I was going to wait 'til we got back to thehotel, but..." She showed him a long box, covered with fancyembroidery. "I picked these up at a shop called Trash," she said,opening the lid. Inside were four very large, highly polished ballbearings, maybe two inches in diameter. Jason took one out and turnedit in his hand. It was NOT a ball bearing. It weighed far less thanit ought to judging from it's size, but it also quivered and shook inhis hand as if alive.
"Ben Wa balls," he breathed, "jeezus they're huge! And they don'trattle?" He looked quizzically at Mandy.
"They're the real thing- there's mercury inside instead of a solid ball. Don't worry- The shells are welded stainless steel, and leaktested, so no-one's going to get poisoned. They cost an arm and a leg,too," she added.
Jason grinned back at her, and rubbed the cold ball against Flora'sstill-moist pussy. She jumped slightly, but didn't retreat. He lickedit all over, then put it back against her, pushed gently. Almost atonce, Flora shoved her ass backwards, and it disappeared inside. Heheard a zipper. He looked up, took another ball from the box Mandy hadset down on Flora's back. The other two were now gone. He looked atMandy. She looked nonchalantly back, then turned to rummage in herpurse again. Puzzled, he turned back to the job at hand. He moistenedand pushed in the other ball.
"What if they fall out?" he asked.
"We'll take care of that in a minute," replied Mandy. "Aha!" she saidsoftly, producing a small tube from her purse.
"K-Y jelly?" asked Jason, "I don't think she needs..."
"Lube her ass, smart boy," ordered Mandy, with a wry smile on her face. Obediently he put a gob around her asshole, lubed his finger,and pushed it in, wiggling it around. She responded silently, pushingback at him slightly. `Oink-oink', he thought at her.
"That's right, get her good and loose," urged Mandy. He felt Florarelax her sphincter, and pushed in another gob, then another finger.He felt her twitch around him, but she didn't seem uncomfortable. Herotated his fingers, and had just put his pinky in when he heard thezipper again. He looked up. Mandy had the front of her leather jumpsuit unzipped, and was handing him another ball. It was nicely warm.A light went on in his head. He lubed it up with some trepidation andpresented it two Flora's rear. To his surprise, it took very littlepressure before it popped inside. He looked back at Mandy. Shereached into her suit, removed the other ball from her other armpit andhanded it to him.
"Tell me," she said, zipping up, "do you prefer to look at me naked,or dressed in leather?"
"You know the answer to that one," he said sheepishly. He pushed on the second, now slippery, sphere carefully.
"No. That's not what I mean. I know you love rubber as much as I do. I'm talking about leather. You said once that it didn't exciteyou nearly as much as latex. So, what I want to know is, is leathermore exciting than plain skin?"
The ball plopped inside. "I guess..." replied Jason thoughtfully,leaning back against the tank, "I guess I like leather better with alittle skin showing- I like the contrast. But completely concealingleather is better than bare skin, I suppose, if it fits tightly. Andyou know I love the way THAT suit fits."
"Yeah, I know," said Mandy. She straightened Flora up, and pulled thetight rubber skirt back up over her hips. "I'll be right back." Sheopened the stall door, winked at a dumbfounded Jason, and waltzed out.She was back in less than thirty seconds with one of her shoppingbags. "They're suspicious alright," she said when she had re-enteredthe stall, "but I don't think they'll be any trouble." She grinnedslightly. "That boy was sitting, absolutely wide-eyed, at one of thetables, and the girl watched me the whole way to our table and back. Ithink she might be bi; she kept licking her lips, when she thought Iwasn't looking. Okay, here we go."
She pulled out a black rubber panty sort of thing from the bag. AtMandy's request, Jason helped her put it on Flora, holding up one footthen the other, while Mandy pulled it up Flora's legs. It was like awide g-string, but the crotch piece was wider than usual, starting outan inch wide at the back, and except for the waist belt, was completelycovered with tall, bulbous rubber knobs on the inside. It fit verytightly, and it was obvious to Jason that it would keep the metal ballsin, although he didn't think she'd be able to walk very far in it.Then a thought struck him.
"You know lover, that skirt is nearly transparent in sunlight."
Mandy stared at him as if he had just announced that gravity made things fall down. "I have eyes, you know. She'll deal with it." Shepulled Flora's skirt the rest of the way down over her ass.
Even in the less-than-adequate light of the bathroom, Jason could makeout the darker outline of the black g-string through the translucentpurple rubber. He shook his head.
"We'd better get out of here," he said.
"Go ahead," replied Mandy, "meet us at the corner. I have something Iwant to do first."
Jason left the bathroom, shaking his head, and smiling to himself. Onhis way out of the shop, he summoned the guts to wink at the boy, stillsitting at an empty table. The boy blushed to his hairline.
Back in the stall, Mandy caressed Flora's head and face firmly, as ifsliding something over her skin, then tweaked her nose. Flora workedher mouth silently, as if un-cramping her jaw, then sighed silently.
"Flora, can you hear me?" Mandy asked softly.
"Yes my love."
Mandy grabbed both of Flora's earlobes and pulled down gently. "Flora, can you feel this?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Remember that. When I pull on your ears again, you will wake upcompletely, but you will not remember anything that has happened, oranything that has been said. You will obey all of the instructionsthat have been given to you, without thinking about them. Do youunderstand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now Flora, I want you to listen very carefully. You are wearing BenWa balls and grope panties. Can you feel them?"
Flora moved a hand against her skirt, squirmed her legs togetherslightly. She hummed softly. "Yes, Mistress. Oh, yes."
"Flora, in a little while, I will wake you up and we will walk back tothe hotel. You know what will happen. You will become very excited bythe balls bouncing inside you and by the panties rubbing your clit.But you will not be able to come. This is very important Flora, so Iwill say it again. No matter how much you are excited, no matter howgood it feels, the sensations will not be quite enough stimulation foryou to climax. You won't be able to come until you hear me say acertain word. When I say that word, your stimulation will be complete,and only then will you be able to come. Do you understand, Flora?"
"Yes, my love." Her expression was one of peace, of satisfaction.
"Now Flora, what will happen after you wake up?"
"We'll walk back to the hotel, with the balls inside me," here she gave a little shudder, "but I won't come until you say... some word."Her brow furrowed as, at some deep level, she realized she didn't knowwhat the word was.
"Flora, would you like to know what the word will be?"
"Yes please, Mistress." She looked genuinely anxious now.
"I will not say it now. When you are awake, the word will be...`autoeroticism'. The word WILL be `autoeroticism'. Now, I haven'tsaid it yet. You may not come until you are awake and you hear me sayit, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm." A faint look of relief crossed Flora's face.
Mandy smiled, opened the stall door and backed up. Leaning forward, she pulled down on each of Flora's ears.
...to be continued-- ÿ