Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany 2 | rubber bondage story

September 1997

Introduction

I wrote this story on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts called " Scrapbook " written a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glued in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc.

September 16, 1997 >>> Diary

Already one month in Germany. My life has changed a lot, and will never be the same. I feel more mature because I have discovered the benefits of self-control. I have an ear with adults and with kids; it is great. I am improving in German, and my teachers like me. On the negative side, I don’t have any other friend than Krista, and this is not good. I’ll talk with Mrs. Gutenbach about joining the choir of the school. I also would like a bicycle, but I know that it is very complicated here with licenses and a road exam. Still!

Mrs. Gutenbach works late on Tuesdays, and I was ready for Krista’s question: " Will you give me an enema like on Sunday? " Replied that I would be delighted to give her one every day if her mother agrees with it. " But " I insisted, " be prepared to receive your enemas from her and not from me. Don’t ask her tonight, it will be a bad moment." That took care of that for now. 

Most likely, Krista felt horny, and with me around that was not good. So, I pretext my need for a book from the public library, and I went out until 9 PM. After that, I cleaned my room, swept the staircase, and vacuumed the corridor. I also had a few clothes to iron. By eleven, it was time to turn in. In the same way, Mrs. Gutenbach was not in a mood to talk after a hard day of work, and she and Krista did what they had planned. Preparing for bed is always a pleasure. The luscious rubber feels so good. I always bolt into a hard-on for hours. The bed feels like heaven. Light sleep, though.

Wednesday, September 17, 1997 

Letter from Sis

Dear Ken, 

Forgive me for not writing to you. Things are going crazy here, but I have a lot of fun. Your class says hello, especially your German teacher, Mrs. V. I told her that you had a good time with the family you live with. She was glad about that. She recommended that you inform yourself on all the concerts (free, I understand, or almost) during the fall and holiday season.

Anita and I talk at night, we giggle, we can hardly be serious. Since the boys know she has that raincoat, they never tire to ask me out with her. I have been of steel, because they are selfish. I was thinking of putting her with Steven F. What do you think? I’ll do nothing until you write. I know this kid is not the most popular, but he has brains, he has a good character, he is honest, and he has some money too; that helps. I like his family, and our mothers get along. He is a good musician also; the two could share a lot.

Right now, I have not even considered a single fellow for this year. It is too soon. I have colleges to apply to, and since I am in drama (Anita too), we have a lot to do. I miss you terribly. How is it going with Krista? When Anita tells me about her, I know already that she is a full hand. Give my best to the G. family. Mom and dad say hi. They will write soon.

Sis

PS. Anita sends a list of things she wants her mother to ship here. There is an awful lot of rubber things. I believe. Oh! I tried one of Anita’s nightgowns. Awful! The first time. But then, I got used to it, and right now, I don’t mind; it feels good, even, sexy. I have not slept with it a whole night yet, but may be soon.

What have you learned in that area?

She enclosed a picture of Anita and her in their rubber nightgowns with silly faces.

>>>Diary

Phys-ed was interesting today. We had a great basketball game, but I twisted my knee. Nothing much, though! I’ll have to ask Mrs. Gutenbach, since she is a physiotherapist. As I write this, she walks back from work. She is in a good mood. 

>>>>  Two days later... I want to record what happened

" Come to the grocery store with me, Ken, I need some strong hands to carry the bags. " That’s not exactly what I had in mind with that bad knee, but then, she will find out. She saw it right away as I was walking with a few heavy bags of groceries. " What happened to you? " she asked. After I explained the injury – the best I could – she said, " Good, I will look at it after dinner ". During the meal she was excited, I did not know why at the time. Krista and I put things away, and Mrs. Gutenbach said, " Straighten out the kitchen while I prepare what I need for your knee. " Krista looked at me with the same eyes she had on Saturday, eyes that were saying, "You have no idea what you are in for."

I was hanging my " Gummischuertzen " when she appeared poured in the latex nurse uniform she had worn the past weekend. She looked sexy, even at her age, and attractive, and I lost my concentration for a few of seconds. She noticed it. 
" So you like when I dress like that! Let’s see how serious this wound is! " 
Was she implying that I pretended an injury to see her in that outfit? Even so, she would have made up something to care for, because it was obvious that she liked to wear her stretchy latex uniform and impress me with it. Her experienced fingers quickly located the stressed tendons and ligaments. " I will give you a massage, and then your leg will be in a compress till midnight. After that I will give you another massage, and you will wear another smaller compress for the night. Tomorrow, it will be all well! "

Scrapbook

Krista shut herself in her bedroom. She pretended she had lots of homework, and gave no hope to her mom that she could count on her assistance. Mrs. Gutenbach did not want any. A little jealousy fight. She asked me to put on the light blue nightgown and to meet her in the bathroom. 
" Are you sure " I replied, it is only my knee! " 
" Oh no, it also is the hip and the ankle, possibly the low back and the other hip also. I have to check it all out. Also, we will take this opportunity for a little enema, as we had agreed on. ". 

She pivoted on her heels, and pushing her bust forward, she gave me a wink. She had much more in mind than she had let me understand in the first place. I was perplexed; I could let that knee heal by itself. " It’s not so serious, Mrs. Gutenbach. Maybe a good night rest will help it some. " I replied. 

"Beauty of Merciless Domination - Realless FemDom Art"

She was not going to let me off the hook that easy. Sitting very close to me, she opened a book with illustrations of ligaments left to heal themselves and others that were therapeutically assisted, and went into a long explanation. Expertise doubtless did help. I did not have a case, but I did not like this enema perspective and told her. " Oh " she said, " you just have to learn how to relax your colon and empty it; it comes with practice; then you won’t mind at all, you will even like it. I will help you. "

Kneeling on a low padded stool and my chest across her lap, she prepped me for a " rectal flood ", as I called it. She was kind, giving me time to relax. I felt humiliated, but she somehow made me feel okay. She knows all the right spots to excite a person’s sexuality, and I found out that, from that moment on, I could work with her. She noticed it and quietly showed me ways to go beyond what I knew I could feel. After lubricating my anus and massaging the inside for a couple of minutes (I had a tremendous erection), she introduced the hose and opened the clip. The enema bag was a different one, much larger, a gallon capacity, at least. As my insides were filling, I could feel the pressure. " Relax " she would say, and with her gel-covered glove would massage my dick, slowly, lusciously. I would relax, and more water would flow in. 

She went on like that until the bag was empty. She then pulled out the hose, and pushed in a plug of sorts. That felt tight, but it gave me the relief of knowing I would not burst all over the bathroom. After the second cramp, she helped me to the commode. I spilled my guts, truthfully. I tried to gain that control over my colon and move all these liquids out. When I was done, she was waiting for me for a second one. She went with the preparation, but with much more care and gentleness yet, keeping me on the edge of a climax. When it was all over, I was charged, and felt frustrated. I knew that if she would not bring me over the edge, I could do it later in my bedroom. But for the moment, she was going to care for my knee.

" Take off the night gown, please ", she asked me. With a new pair of rubber gloves (disposable ones) and an oily substance, she began to work on my knee, up the thigh to the hip and to the back. " This is only a preliminary. " Her fingers were good. " Sit on my knee " she ordered after covering her lap with a small rubber protective sheet, " facing me ". Her rubber sheathed thigh between my legs caused a new erection, and with her two hands working on my low back and hips, she would practically embrace me and squeeze me against her rubber uniform; she knew all about it, and enjoyed it as much as I did. It went on for a good fifteen minutes. 

" Okay, now sit on my chair and I am going to tie a compress around your knee. With that, she prepared in a little basin a mixture, dipped a towel, applied it to my knee and wrapped it in plastic. She tied both ends of the plastic cover, wrapped another plastic cover, the same as the first one but with Velcro. 
" Now wait for me! " She went over to her bedroom. Five minutes later, she came back and helped both of my feet into special boots laced around my ankles, but with open toes. I could hardly walk with these. She led me to her bedroom, and laid me on her bed, which was covered with a black rubber sheet. It was cold. She positioned me.

Her room was dimly lit. The smell of rubber was superseded by a fragrant candle, but the mix of both was almost heady. Without a word, she passed a harness around my chest and over the shoulders and secured it to the headboard with straps and clips. " I will stretch your body; this will give your knee the relief it needs to heal, and your hips too. She passed clips into the bottom of my shoes, and stretched me like on a rack. Once I was secured, there was nothing I could do; I could not turn, I could not sit, I was immobilized. My arms were still free to some extent. " That’s very good! " she exclaimed. You will see how quickly you will heal. 

Was she going to keep me there the whole night? I was cold, and I told her so. 
" That’s no problem, you will be covered in due time. " The next thing I knew was a mask slipped over my head and zipped shut. I felt a balloon of sorts between my lips. " Open your mouth. " I did, not thinking, and in seconds, a balloon inside my mouth was pressing my tongue almost stopping all salivation. I was breathing through my nose, which was clear, or was it. Then, I realized that I still could breathe through the gag somehow. That experience was invasive, but exciting. I was so vulnerable that I was super tense. I felt her pour powder all over me. 

She cuffed my hands loosely so that I could still scratch if I wanted to. She also covered my body with a rubber sheet that must have had a hole in the middle. My exposed loins were very tense and I knew that she was not finished yet. I heard her change gloves, and all of a sudden she was massaging my rod with jell once more. She applied something that dulled the feeling some, because I could not climax although my hard on was like wood. She kept me from climaxing for a long time, and then said, " It’s time to sleep now! " I was like a violin string, and could not say anything. She wrapped my parts with a smaller rubber something that must have been lubricated also (it was clammy cold), and laid on top my rubber cased feather cover. The feeling drove me insane. Another hour went by until I could calm down. 

" A good nurse watches for her patient. I am going to lay right next to you tonight, and keep you comfortable. " I heard her change clothes, and she climbed into the bed, laying close to me, on my right side. Her gloved hands kept on caressing my chest, my belly, my thighs, all of this under the cover. Once in a while, she would finger my rod until it was about to burst and then leave it alone. It went on until one or two AM. When I was sweaty, she would remove the cover for a while, cool it off, and then bring it again, softly, sensually.

" Change of compress ". She did that, checked me once more, powdered my body again, verified my breathing, and checked my hands and feet to see if they were cold. Satisfied, she covered me again, and then went to sleep, her right hand just above my penis. I could have kept my body tense, but decided to force myself to relax. It worked; it was not easy. I slept. How long, I don’t know, but I did, and felt my lust renewed like never before, deepening my love for rubber with every fiber of my being, every nerve of my skin; I loved her being there, all dressed in rubber, next to me. This was a night to remember forever. Something clicked in me, not only did I love rubber, but I loved being her toy; that passivity had something overwhelmingly exciting because I knew I could also control her by giving in. It was a game, all of it so gentle.

She woke up and immediately looked for me with her hands. I was prepared to go all the way. When she held my cock again, I did not give her a long time. It went off like a rocket; it was too late. Within a few seconds, she was pressing her pelvis against my thigh and flying into a violent series of orgasms. Her climax lasted at least twenty minutes before she calmed down. The she kissed me through the mask; I could feel her breasts squeezing, her thighs too. Voracious, moaning, biting my shoulders, I was her thing, and we both loved it.

It must have been about 5 AM. She took all covers off and washed me with a washcloth and hot water. She removed the compress, deflated the gag, took off the mask, washed my face tenderly, over and over. She loved taking care of me, naked, tied up on her rubber bed. At long last she untied my hands and my feet. She unlaced the boots and took them off. I was spent, but deeply happy. I smiled at her. She was dressed in a rubber babydoll with frilly underpants in magenta, very romantic. " Danke " I whispered. She kissed my mouth as if she was afraid of any word I could have said. I finally stood up. No knee pain, no hip pain, nothing. 
" It feels perfect, " I said. 
She took my face in her gloved hands, " don’t be afraid to play hard, I can always fix you! "

Although she had done her best for me, Brigitte still was Krista's mom, and I cannot find an attraction to her. In fact, I don't want to let her think I am attracted, and I will have to play it carefully, because she is good to me. May be new things will happen.

September 18, 1997 >>> Diary

I am tired! No foolishness tonight. I need to find a teacher of German to drill the language into me. I asked Mrs. Gutenbach who answered that she would think about it. I also asked her about the bike and getting to know other students through drama or choir. She decided to visit the school principal on Friday for these things, so that the best would be done for me. She had plenty of reasons now to give me her attention….

Today, Krista wanted some special attention, and since her mom was working late, we decided to have a dinner by candlelight – same menu. I dressed up, and she slipped on her black and red rubber dress for me, of course. She looked sexy and did not hide it; I complimented her to death. I was extra attentive and made her feel like a lady. 
" Do you know of other girls or fellows in the school dressing like we do in this family? "
" Yes, I do. " She waited a while. " I know of five girls and two boys. "
" Do I know them? " 
" Yes, you know one, Kerstin. " I knew in my heart; she had reacted to my suit also. It was a little too obvious on that rainy night. She had been holding my arm all the way. 
" Who are the others? " 
" I’ll show them to you. " 
" Why don’t you invite them here for a game of Risk on the condition that they wear something in rubber? " Krista went ballistic with laughter. 
" I love that idea; let me work on it. I love it, yes, I do." Her face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes adored me.

When the desert was served, I stopped her. I put on soft dance music in the hi-fi and invited her to dance with me. We held each other tightly; no matter if the music was fast or slow, we danced, enjoying the feeling of our bodies moving in unison against each other. She allowed her heart to sink into the melodies, leaned her head on my shoulder, locked her grip around my neck and let me lead her. She did not say a word, dance after dance. Then I heard a sniffle, but decided to finish that dance before stopping. Krista was in tears; " hold me, Ken, I need you. "
After a moment, I brought her to her chair, sat her on my lap and spoon fed her desert. Before each bite, we would kiss. That was a very special moment.

After clean up, we changed into relaxing clothes, and went back to our homework. By 10 PM, Mrs. Gutenbach was back; Krista had prepared something to eat for her. I could hear their animated conversation. I did not go out of my room, but went to bed and the delights of it.

Friday, September 19, 1997 >>> Diary

We had a good day in school. I did not see Mrs. Gutenbach with the principal, but I knew she had passed by, because I was called in during the afternoon. They had located a tutor for me to learn German, and the school would pay the cost of the lessons; the school also was willing to pay the rent of a moped for me. The necessary paperwork was filled for the application for the permit, and the traffic regulation manual was also there for me. The date of my examination was set for in a week. Lastly, the principal felt I would most enjoy meeting other fellows and girls of the school through their Scientific Field Research Program. It is an incredible opportunity. When I got the name of the tutor and the phone #, I called right away; she is a young woman, her name is Erika. We decided to meet that day after class. I walked over to her apartment, and to my amazement found out that she was Kerstin’s older sister. She received me in her small and neat abode. 

" Would you like a cup of coffee? " I accepted. She wrapped herself in a green rubber housecoat, she calls it a jeliba, and went to the kitchen… These lessons are going to be interesting, especially on rainy days…

Back at home, Krista could not wait to talk to me, she was red with excitement. 
" I asked mom if I could arrange a slumber party with these five girls, and she agreed. It will be next Friday night. " 

That evening the three of us went to the movies. Mrs. Gutenbach and her daughter went crazy over John Travolta.

Scrapbook

I relate here the conversation that went on when Krista announced the slumber party to me.

" Do you want me to sleep elsewhere since you will need my room? " I asked her. 
She did not want to hear of it. " You are part of this family, and we want you with us. Besides, Mom will be on call that night, it is her turn, once a month, and she needs you to chaperone us. We are going to plan the games during this week, and all of the food, okay?" 
" It is a lot of responsibility for me, Krista, imagine, six girls! I can’t do anything if you decide against me. " 
" Oh, we are not that bad, you know. " 
" Well, I know you, Kerstin a little bit, but the other four I do not know them, nor do they know me. " I pleaded. 
" I’ll introduce you to them this week! " 
" Okay! Still it does not help the situation. How can I be sure that a bunch of guys will not come at 2 AM and bust that party? " 
" That will not happen. Promise! Okay, Ken, set the rules, and I will talk to them and see if they agree. " 
" Krista, think for a moment! If you girls want to do silly things, not only will it be a problem, but it will be instant news all over the school, understand? " That made her think for a second or two. I continued, " What you need to do is to get these girls to start the Progressive Fashion Research and Experimentation Club; then you will legitimise everything. " 
Krista plopped herself in an armchair. " What an idea! " Her wheels were turning. " I am going to ask mom to call the store of rubber clothes. There are a couple of women clerks and she could share with them this project. May be they can come to our party and help us in constituting this club and with the program. That’s fantastic! " 
" Check with your mom, first, and make it your idea! " I emphasized.
 

Saturday, September 20, 1997 >>> Diary

Slept well, woke up early and got started on my cleaning chores and wash. Prepared breakfast, coffee. Studied Driver’s regulations book. Was finished as women were getting up. Mrs. Gutenbach was dressed to go to her AM job. She smiled at me and said "Guten Morgen, Ken ! I was just thinking that since you will travel about with your moped, your rain gear may not be adequate; we will have to think about that. " 
" Yes " I replied too quickly, when I began realizing what I had said yes to. I continued, " May be I should try first with what I have and then we can see. " 
She smiled again, " You are such a sweet young man, Ken, you don’t want to spend anything if not necessary; it is a wonderful quality. Continue on this path and you will become rich. Your idea is fine, and we will see in time. " 
" Have some coffee, Mrs. Gutenbach, it is nice and warm. " I invited her to change the subject.

Used the time of the morning to help Krista with her chores, and we both sat at the dining room table to take some advance on the homework of next week. We completed quite a few assignments. It was rainy outside. In between, she wanted to talk about the Progressive Fashion Research and Experimental Club. We wrote a number of ideas. 
" It is good, all of that, but I feel that you girls should make some money if it is successful. " 
" You bet we will, " answered Krista. 
" True, but income is complicated with taxes, and all the permits you need; may be it would be better for you to work out a barter arrangement with the rubber supplier: service for clothes. " 
Krista is very excited; she now dreams of being a model.

Scrapbook

Before leaving for work, Mrs. Gutenbach asked me if I knew about the slumber party, and of the latest ideas of Krista. She felt that she should be one of the sponsors of the Progressive Fashion Research and Experimentation Klub (PMUEK) along with the mothers of these girls. I heartily agreed. She asked me if I would chaperone that slumber party. I expressed my hesitations, and she understood it perfectly. 
" I will call on one of my friends to be there along with you, because it is too much for one person. " I asked her if I could meet her friend. 
" Oh yes, she lives in the other part of town, near Wellingsbuettel. Let me call her up now, and may be you can go and see her tonight. " 
I was not prepared for such a quick turn around, but realized that the party was only one week away. 
" She is a great musician, and she will have something up her sleeve for tonight, I am sure. " She grabbed the phone, and after a few minutes of conversation, it was agreed for me to go there for 5 PM. She would be waiting for me at the S-Bahn station. 
" Take your pyjamas too, you never can tell, the concert may last late, and she might want to keep you until tomorrow. Her name is Esther Wasserman; she is rather tall and thin, with brown eyes and clear hair; she is about 28 years old. Like me she is a nurse."

I packed the pyjamas, the gown, and the underwear, wondering if that woman was not another rubberized person. Before I left that afternoon, Mrs. Gutenbach gave me a parcel for her and a box of chocolate. It was rainy, and I had to wear my raingear. I was not too happy because I was going to sweat during that long train trek. I left at 4 PM, shortly before. I had asked Krista if she knew her; she had met her once or twice. " I’ll be back tomorrow morning latest, so don’t miss me too much, okay! " Krista was a little sad. 

September 21, 1997 >>> Diary

What an adventure! Scrapbook will tell it. 

Back for lunch. Krista was thrilled. We decided to walk along the Elbe River, the promenade is lovely, and there are many sidewalk cafes. Mrs. Gutenbach and her daughter dressed in their rubber raincoats and sou-wester. They looked sharp. I decided for my football jacket and took a chance on the weather. I took a lot of pictures; may be I can enter them in the amateur contest of the school.

Tonight I am exhausted and I am going to bed right away after finishing my math.

Scrapbook

It was just after five PM when the S-Bahn pulled into the Wellingsbuetel station. This area is a neighborhood of apartment houses and private homes, fairly dense, built soon after WWII. It is nicely kept. The station is fairly large. As I walked down the stairs and passed the turnstile, I did not see anyone waiting for me; so I decided to go to the entrance doors of the station. Immediately I spotted a tall woman, standing in the rain, covered with a long black rubber cape and a large hood over her head. Statuesque, she was totally shielded from the elements. Her boots were barely visible. I zipped my jacket, tied the hood tightly and walked over to her. She did not move. " Esther? " I asked timidly. 
She smiled at me, " Ken! Das ist aber so net ! Ich war ueberrascht mit dem Anruf von Brigitte; wir werden eine schoene Zeit zusammen erleben. " (This is great! I was surprised by the call from Brigitte; we will experience a great time together).
Her voice was sensual; I could not see much of her face, but the little she showed me fit the voice. I instantly liked her; in fact I loved her. Now I dream of her, she makes me feel like an adult, a man, she always seeks for my ideas, for anything, and knows how to compliment me in the nicest ways. We talk on the phone daily.

We walked in the rain; I could not have cared how far we had to go. The rain was falling hard; each time we had to cross a street and had to wait for the pedestrian light to turn green, we stood there, looking at each other, smiling, a wordless conversation between us, impulses of anticipation and excitement passing through us. Just before one of the last crossings, she came closer, faced me, and placed her lips on mine. Between her hood and mine, we were in a little rubber tent, very private, intimate. Her tongue visited my mouth with hunger. We held each other’s gaze, until her eyes filled with a light veil of tears. I tried to take her hand, but the cape had no opening. We laughed.

Her apartment is small, but adequate. I stayed outside in the hall with my dripping raingear. " Come here, you can hang them over the tub. " I did so, trying to minimize the water on the floor. " Don’t worry about it, we will mop it off. "

I left my duffel bag in the tub to dry, and my boots as well. She was in the living room, still in her cape, looking at me. " Would you mind helping me with this? ". I fell on my knees and grabbed one of her rain boots. Through the cape, her hand leaned on my head, my face was covered by the wet rubber. We laughed again. Her boots turned out to be high ones, up to the knees, beautiful black boots, with a three-inch high heavy heel. I noticed that she was wearing black rubber stockings. I then untied the hood and slipped it off her head. The beauty of her expression took me by surprise; I was speechless. She smiled at me, and gave me a long kiss again.

" Take me out of the cape, Ken. " she whispered. I took the lower hem to pass it over her head. As I did so, I discovered with embarrassment that she only had undergarments on: a black bra with holes for the nipples, a pink girdle with garters holding the stockings up, and arm length red gloves. Nothing else. I fact her pubic area was fully exposed. I blushed to the root of my hair. She noticed it and hugged me, 
" Don’t worry, Ken, I know you like to see me that way, it’s a man’s dream, and I want to be just that for you! " She was squeezing my face against her neck. After a while, she began to unbutton my shirt. " I know you have a few rubber things, I have some too, and I am going to dress you. " I did not know if I should accept or refuse; it was a game, but how far would it carry us? I decided to wait and see.

When I had nothing but my underwear, she said, " Come in the bedroom with me, and I will dress you there." She gently took my hand. She has long legs, rather small butts, but for some reason, generous breasts. We entered a room with an arresting scent of rubber. Clothes were spread all over the bed.
" Since we are only playing a game, I felt that you might want to dress as a girl today. Would you like to try? " We both laughed very hard. I was totally surprised by this, but she asked for it so naturally, so smoothly, that I could not refuse it from her. " Let me do all the work. When it is finished, we will have a cup of tea and cake. "

" To look like a girl, you must wear a corset, because your body is too square. " She had a red corset in rubber all prepared. " But to lace it right you must be stretched. " She dropped from the ceiling a pair of cuffs at the end of a rope and tied my wrist in them. She then proceeded to pull on the rope until I was standing on my toes. " It won’t be long, I promise you. " She pulled my underwear down and covered my body with scented powder, a potent female fragrance. When I was all white, or light pink rather, she took a stuffed bra and tied it around my chest. The shoulder straps hooked to the cups. " You are born for a bra, " she said laughing. The bra was moulded to show erected nipples. It was very sexy looking. 

" The biggest problem with a male dressed as a female is hiding his penis. How can it be hidden from view? " She tied a strap around my waist to which a thick panel of rubber was glued. She then pulled the panel between my legs after applying jell, and pulled it up in the back. It was very tight, and I could feel her snap the other end in place into the belt, one snap per inch. I had an instant erection, and she gave me a couple of caresses with her hand; it felt marvellous, yet distant. The touch of her hands was electric, and with my penis in prison, I felt frustrated; she knew all about it. That’s when she decided to slip the corset up, laced it once, and a second time. It was a long one that pressed the tip of my erect rod against my belly. 
" You have got nice legs, almost like a woman’s, you know. " We laughed. When she let the rope down, I looked in the mirror: I was half a woman. It was the most exciting thing. We had known each other for just an hour; a little more, and we were having just so much fun already. I embraced her and gave her a long and tender kiss.

She slipped on me long stockings and adjusted the garters of the corset. 
" And now the gloves. ". Long red gloves just slipped over my powdered arms and hands. She was proud of herself. " Next, you will put on these red shoes. " They had heels that were so high that I wondered how I ever could walk with them, but I tried anyway. They were just one size under the stiletto style, and did fit. 
" Now, I am going to teach you how to walk, and if you do it right, you and I will decide on a name for you! 
" I tried to walk, but my balance was not the best; yet after a dozen steps or so, I started to get the hang of it: small steps and straight legs. These open shoes forced my chest out and my hips also; the corset helped my balance a lot. I could not look other than like a woman. I was so tightly held between my legs that every little movement was acting like a strong massage on my erection. I had never experienced a thing like that. 

At that moment, Esther took a pause, looked at me, and smiled. I smiled back at her, we held each other, kissed very deeply, and we both tumbled on the rubber-covered bed in the most passionate embrace. I found the tube of jell, put some on a couple of fingers and massaged her labia, gently progressing towards her clitoris. By that time, Esther was in the throws of uncontrollable contractions that led her to a complete collapse. Very ignorant in these matters, I kept on till she stopped my hand. I was so much in love with her that I could have forgotten everything else in life. We stayed there for a long time. When she calmed down, I would start again with my fingers. " No, that’s enough! " she would moan, but I knew that she wanted it desperately. After six of these volcanic experiences, her crotch was coated with her female secretions; I did not need jell any more.

" Let’s have some tea, " she said at last, " I am starved. " I washed my gloved hands in the bathroom while she prepared herself. She slipped on a dark blue skirt. I sat in the armchair, she in the low sofa. Just as with Krista, I took her cake and fed it to her. She loved that. Her hand was resting on my crotch. 

After tea, she suggested we look at a video before going to a concert.
" To a concert? I am too embarrassed to do that. "
" For me you will go, won’t you? " She smiled in the most disarming way. I felt like mush inside; I would have given her anything, she was so wonderful to me. 

I sat on the sofa in the furthest corner from the TV. When she had slipped the videocassette in, she sat against me, leaning. I passed my arms around her and held her tenderly. She was enjoying herself just as much. The movie turned out to be in English and showed women delighting themselves and each other in rubber. It was all new to me. 
" I have never seen anything like this. Is that true that women like rubber as much as that? " Esther laughed and kissed me. " Not too many do, but they would all love the guy who holds me now, and would dress in rubber if it made the difference. " 
She knew how to keep me excited all the time. Was she in love with me or not? Would she be playing with me? That question never stopped nagging me. 

Shortly after seven, she pulled me into the bathroom to fix my hair in a woman’s way, and apply make up and lipstick. She slipped on me a black skirt, followed by a tight black jacket, a real fashionable thing. The wide skirt belt was red. She fixed some clip-on earrings and pushed in a couple of rings over the gloves, a bracelet, a string of pearls, and covered me with a wide black cape, the same as she had worn. 
" We are going to the concert. I have the tickets here. " 
I looked the part, slick, elegant, shapely. I could not believe that I was a woman, but I looked like one, no doubt.

She snapped a short red jacket on herself and went to the bathroom for her cape, and off we went. Walking was not easy for me, especially since I did not have a hand to hang on to things. The cape was without opening. We progressed slowly in the driving rain. What should have taken me five minutes, took fifteen. Fortunately, the concert was in the local school. We arrived a little late, and there were not too many people who saw us in the lobby. I had to remember that for all practical purposes I was a woman, and I was watching Esther constantly, patterning my moves, my walk, the movements of my hips and arms to hers. 

We slipped off our capes in the coatroom and walked with as little clickety as we could. The ticket attendant was shell-shocked when he saw us. Esther barely gave him a look; nor did I. He led us to our seats… in the middle of the row. We were a sensation; unavoidable. Esther was laughing quietly. " You can’t imagine what’s happening in all of these guys pants, and in the minds of their dates " she whispered. 
The concert was a classical piece of trumpet, followed by a double piano concerto. It was impressive and beautiful. I completely forgot about my clothes and who I was. When time came to applaud, Esther held my arm, " like a woman… ". 
Reality came back.

" I am hot, and I have to leak " I said to her. For a second she was stunned.

" You’ll have to go to the ladies room, and I’m sure there is a long line. " She dissolved into a crazy laugh, she could not stop herself. It was funny. 

" You know what? The second part of the concert is not very interesting; let’s go back home. " 
We both got up and walked to recover our capes. Seeing us dressed to affront the rain, a gentleman offered us a ride in his Mercedes. But Esther was categorical, 
" No thank you, we don’t live far. " 
But he was insistent; Esther was even more so. Yet she could not get rid of him. So I decided to walk out and start alone. That would give her the reason to leave him. It worked. I could see her trying to catch up with me, her hips undulating under the cape all shiny with the dampness of the rain. She was an attractive sight.

Half way to the apartment, the Mercedes passed us, slowed down, and the window opened. The gentleman was inviting us again, insistent. " Walk straight; don’t look at him. " Esther was not going to give him one single chance. After a minute, he moved on. Just before the apartment house, he passed us again. " Keep walking, " said Esther, I don’t want him to know where we live. He went on, but we knew he would come again. We turned back, and rushed into the entrance door and locked it. In the apartment, we did not turn the lights on but observed the street for the Mercedes. It came by, slowly, he was obviously confused.

" Come to the bathroom, I’ll make you comfortable. " She helped me out of the skirt, untied the bottom of the corset and undid the snaps. I almost exploded. " Call me when you are done. "Quietly she closed the door and I was by myself. I was decided to dress myself back without her assistance…

In the living room she was waiting for me, smiling sweetly, her hair down, she moved to me and sealed her body, her mouth, her tongue to mine until I felt some tears dripping between our cheeks. She moved her body into mine tirelessly.
" How do you see me, Esther, as a man, or as a girl? "
She did not answer, but looked steadily into my face. " All I see is you. "
" And what do you feel about whom you see? ", I pushed her. She quickly smiled but said nothing for a while.
" I can’t answer you now, or I will not stop crying. "
After a minute or so, she said sweetly, " Never has a man done for me what you have, Ken, and I don’t know of any who would. I love you. " Ich liebe dich… " She was in tears.
" If you speak slowly to me, I want to listen to your life story. Would you mind telling me? "
" No, I don’t mind, but we do that in bed, OK? "

The tea was served, and she put on fruit and cake (Kuchen) on the table. We were starved, and I asked her for a sandwich. She laughed and made one for me. She took off all of my clothes and undressed while I took a shower. We cleaned and dried all the rubber garments and when done, she powdered me once more from neck to toes. She loved to do it.
" Can I do it for you? "
" I was expecting your question. Yes, my treasure! ( Ja, mein Schatz) " 
She was standing there without a stitch of anything, just beautiful.
" Would you mind shaving my pubis? " she asked. 
" I have never done that before. " I was a little scared.
" Don’t worry, I will show you how. "

Sitting on the back of the chair, she spread her thighs and handed to me the shaving cream and the razor. I went about it very gently, stretching the skin of her abdomen upward before shaving in a down motion. I worked in sections. But it was inconvenient to work in her crotch this way, and I asked her to lay on the sofa with a leg over the back, and the other as far out as possible. Her low back supported by a pillow, I now could shave everything without fear of bruising her. She was a good sport, never complained. I had spotted some body lotion in the bathroom, so when I was done, I massaged the entire area until her skin was baby soft. I could see her juices dampening the mouth of her vagina. She loved it.

The bed was covered with rubber " linen ", several thicknesses of it.

" I love a lot of rubber in bed. " She had many pillows and feather covers all encased in rubber, lose sheets, small ones, larger ones, rubber gloves, latex swimming caps, underpants, a whole lot of items to play with herself at night. I was dying to ask her if she slept alone every night, may be she would volunteer that information later. She poured powder over all of these things, and swished them around between the sheets to even out the talcum on the surface. Then, she went to a closet, and poured two glasses of sweet liquor, Cointreau, I believe, and declared, " Now we are ready. " She lifted the cover. " Slide in, please. " 

The feeling was heavenly. She went around the bed, slipped on a pair of gloves, black ones, and entered the bed. She moaned with pleasure and rolled over to me, resting her head on my shoulder, and grabbing my penis with her gloved right hand. She stayed there, motionless, quiet, obviously far away in the clouds. I was not going to disturb her until she made the next move. It was a small kiss, followed by a longer one, and then a passionate one. I looked into her eyes; they were wide open, like two stars. This woman was really beautiful. Her skin felt like silk, and she radiated with sensuality. Slowly, her hand began to caress my chest and belly, and doing so, it carried her to the first climax. After a time of rest, I turned on the side, " May I play with your breasts? "
She was almost shocked. "No man has ever asked me; they just think that I want it… You are SO sweet…! "
" While I do it, can you tell me your about yourself. "
" I’ll try. "
I rolled the covers back to expose her wonderful breasts and began caressing them very softly…

Suddenly I remembered that she was going to chaperone Krista and her friends. What is going to happen? How could Esther resist anyone? How shall I resist her, if she decides to play with me?