The first time I saw Ms. Martens 'hidden' room, I was somewhat shocked but admittedly curious. I had just begun house-sitting for her that morning on what promised to be at least a two week job. A pretty cushy deal considering that all I had to do was keep a clean house while Ms. Martens was at her Florida home, and I'd earn four hundred dollars. Right after she had left, I went downstairs to the basement with the best of intentions. I needed some cleaning supplies upstairs, but as was my habit, I couldn't help but look around a bit.
'Wow. This lady's really into some weird stuff,' I thought to myself, as I opened the door a bit further to take a closer look at the room. The room was quite large and contained several padded benches along the far wall, what appeared to be a toilet and shower stall in the back corner, and right in the middle of the room, there was a medical examination table, complete with stirrups. Over on the right-hand side of the room were mostly shelves and closets. On many of the shelves there were boxes of shoes. Keds mostly, but also some other tennis shoes as well. I immediately thought that it was kind of strange of Ms. Martens to have so many extra sneakers, especially stored in such a setting. In fact the whole situation was quite bizarre!
Right in keeping with the bizarre, when I peered into one of the closets, I saw nothing but shiny clothing. Whole racks of it. Only when I touched one of the items did I confirm my suspicions. All of the clothing was rubber. I felt like the biggest voyeur at that point, and I decided that I should cease my snooping, lest I jeopardize my job. This wasn't part of the house Ms. Martens showed me on my tour, so I decided to leave well enough alone. Just as I was closing the closet door behind me, someone grabbed my hair and jerked my head back sharply.
'What in the hell do you think you're doing?!' demanded Ms. Martens. 'Aren't you supposed to be working?'
Shit. I didn't think she was even home. 'Y-yes, ma'am. I was just looking for some supplies...' I tried to downplay my curiosity.
'Don't lie to me, you naughty girl!! You were snooping, weren't you??' Still grabbing my hair, Ms. Martens pushed me over to the corner. 'Put your hands up on the railing!'
In the haste of the moment I did as she asked or rather demanded, as she seemed quite upset. I began to try to explain my way out of my dilemma. 'Look I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been snooping. I'm sorry.'
Her hands worked quickly, fetching a leather restraint from the nearby shelf. She quickly secured my right hand to the railing and fetched yet another strap.
When I withdrew my hand and turned to face her, she barked at me, 'Put your hand back!! Now!!' Something in her voice made me obey. As she fastened my left wrist, Ms. Martens added, 'You're not as sorry as you're going to be... I don't take kindly to people who don't value my privacy.'
Ms. Martens then stood behind me and reached around, undoing my jeans. She slowly unbuckled my belt and lowered my zipper, before pulling my pants down to my ankles. She slowly lowered my panties, taking note of my slight dampness from all of this attention! 'I knew you were a naughty little girl! Well, today I think I'll teach you some manners,' she added matter-of-factly.
As I stood there facing the corner with my hands bound slightly above my head, I looked down only to see Ms. Martens removing my belt from my pantloops. 'Eyes forward,' she snapped. She positioned herself a few feet behind me and began to stroke the thin leather belt across my bare ass. Was she really going to spank me?!
'Tell me why I should punish you,' she demanded. I began to feel that this was some kind of kinky game to her, and that the only way I could keep from getting in trouble was to play along.
'Ummm... Because I was snooping??' I replied naively.
Ms. Martens suddenly whacked my ass with the belt. I let out a slight scream at the suddenness of her attack. 'That's not good enough. Tell me why I should punish you!'
I now knew that regardless of what I said, I was going to have my ass beaten by this mature woman. I tried to give her more the answer she seemed to be expecting, 'You should punish me because I'm a naughty girl who snoops and who needs to be taught a lesson?'
'That's more like it,' Ms. Martens replied as she began to whip my ass unmercifully. The belt reined down on either cheek repeatedly, and it really began to sting. I tried to squirm so the belt would not find its mark. Ms. Martens barked, 'you'd better hold still, or else you'll get it far worse!'
I did as she said. It seemed my only choice.
Ms. Martens paused long enough to fetch a small black item from the drawer under the examination table. A few seconds later, she held something up in front of my face. 'Suck it,' she demanded. I immediately recognized the item, as I had seen plenty in adult bookstores and magazines. It was a butt plug. When I hesitated for a moment, Ms. Martens again grabbed hold of my hair and yanked my head back. As my head was jerked backward I gasped a bit, and Ms. Martens rammed the plug into my mouth. 'I said suck it, didn't I?!' she reaffirmed.
As I novicely licked the rubber plug, I felt her hand spreading my ass apart. 'Suck it good... like a little slut,' she mocked as I felt her finger press up against my asshole.
'Arch your back and stick your fanny out. Now!' Just as I obliged her, her finger pushed past into my anus. Ms. Martens moved her finger in and out of my virgin asshole a few times before withdrawing the plug from my mouth and positioning the rubber mass right at the tip of my anus. 'If you were a good girl, I might've lubed this up for you, but you need to be taught a lesson...'
Ms. Martens pushed on the plug a bit harder and it began to enter my ass. Ever so slowly, she worked the plug into my hole, pausing for a while at the widest point of the plug. With that she added one final push and the plug seated itself with a slight 'pop' deeply in my ass. I gasped as Ms. Martens embedded the plug in my ass. I couldn't believe the sensation or what I was feeling. Of course it felt uncomfortable having been violated in such a manner, but it also felt strangely arousing to have someone else in total control, to have my ass played with so... Only when I felt Ms. Martens hand reach and part my wetness did I realize how much all of this was turning me on. And Ms. Martens knew it too!
'Are you ready for some more punishment?' she asked, while gently massaging my pussy.
'Yes,' I replied.
'You will address me properly, as Ms. Martens or simply Mistress. Is that undrestood?!'
'Yes, Mistress,' I replied softly.
'Tell me what you want,' Ms. Martens added. 'Tell me how you need to be punished.'
'I need for you to punish me and humiliate me, Mistress,' I chimed.
More,' she goaded. Tell me more.'
`I need you to spank my ass some more, Mistress. I need you to teach me a lesson I'll never forget...' I begged, guessing that was what she wanted to hear.
'Good. Now count with me. Twenty hard strokes per cheek. Ready?'
I did not answer, instead I simply nodded, and Ms. Martens began to administer the discipline. I counted aloud as each stroke stung my ass. 'One, two, three...' gasping and wincing between many of the strokes.
'Louder!!' Ms. Martens demanded, increasing the intensity.
'Four... Owwww!! Five... Owww! Six...' and so on, until each of twenty hard smacks had reddened each of my cheeks.
Mistress still wasn't impressed or finished for that matter. She quickly fetched a black leather paddle from the back wall. She lightly rubbed my welted ass with the new paddle. 'Ready for twenty more? Each cheek??' she mocked.
I had little choice at that point so I nodded yes. By the time she had finished spanking my bare ass, I had tears welling up in my eyes. Ms. Martens wiped the tears from my eyes as she began pulling an old-fashioned white rubber bathing cap over my head. Like everything else that was happening to me, I thought that it was really bizarre... besides, didn't every woman hate those things?? As she fastened the rubber chin strap about my head, she said, 'there, there... little slut. I'm finished spanking you for now. But you still have a few lessons to learn,' she added with a wicked tone to her voice.
Ms. Martens knelt and quickly removed my hiking boots and socks. She soon grabbed ahold of the pants around my ankles and ordered me to step out of them at her command. She then fetched a thick leather belt from the closet and proceeded to fasten it around my waist. She methodically secured it in place with a tiny brass padlock. She then unfastened my left wrist from the railing above my head and pulled my t-shirt off my left side and over my neck. She then undid my bra and pulled it off my left shoulder. Ms. Martens wasted no time in refastening my left wrist to a padded leather cuff on the back of the belt. She then undid my right arm and finished removing my t-shirt and bra before fastening my right wrist behind my back to the leather waist belt. She then turned me around facing her, before leading me to a bench where she pushed me down to sit.
There I was, sitting before her, bound and naked except for the rubber swim cap she had put on my head. She then walked over to the shelves which housed the many boxes of shoes. After looking over her inventory for a few moments, she soon returned with a white box. Ms. Martens opened the box and removed from the tissue paper a brand new pair of white Keds. They were plain white canvas sneakers like cheerleaders used to wear. Champions, Ms. Martens called them. As she was fitting me with my new sneakers, Ms. Martens casually remarked that it was appropriate that they fit a bit tight.
'How do you like your new sneakers, slut?! Aren't they nice and snug? Cute too! So much more feminine than those bulky boots...'
Of course Ms. Martens was wearing the same blue jeans and navy blue sneakers as when I arrived earlier that morning, only now I was I clued in enough to notice that they were also Keds. Ms. Martens turned and walked away from me, over to a bench on the far side of the room. She sat down and crossed her legs before commanding me to follow... on my knees! 'Get on the floor and crawl over here!'
It was very awkward for me as my hands were of course fastened behind my back. I scooted across the room on my knees and stopped right in front of her. Her left leg was crossed over her right leg and she dangled her sneaker right in front of my face. 'Open your mouth and lick my sneaker.'
I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do. All of this just because I was snooping? Leave it to me to find the most whacked neighbor of all, I thought to myself. And yet Ms. Martens seemed to know what she was doing, and just how to peak my curiosity, so I hesitated for a moment before settling back a bit on my knees and leaning forward. I noticed that at least her sneakers appeared quite unworn and clean to begin with... perhaps they had only been worn in the house?
'I said lick them!! Or do you need to have your ass beaten some more?' Ms. Martens barked.
Without wasting any more time, I opened my mouth and began to flick my tongue gingerly across the canvas of her navy blue sneaker. Seeing my trepidation, Ms. Martens quipped, 'Not just your tongue - use your whole mouth. Suck it. I want you to lick and clean all the rubber, especially the sole... And when you're done you'll clean the other one!'
I began to suck the sneaker more methodically and confidently. I could taste the pungent gum rubber... the texture of the sidewall, the beige rubber hobbled sole. I could even feel the texture of the blue Keds label with my tongue, as Ms. Martens continued to move her sneakered foot about, affording me every angle to lick and suck her Champions. Strangely enough, I did not feel all that embarrassed, even bound the way I was in my white swim cap and sneakers. Instead I found myself eager to please this classic woman in her classic sneakers... and part of me just wanted to see what was next!!
After some twenty exhausting minutes of licking her sneakers, of lapping and polishing the rubber with my mouth, Ms. Martens then stood up and helped me to my feet as well. She led me over to the examination table. She did not however make me lie on the table, instead she positioned me at the foot of the table and ordered me to spread my legs apart.
'A little more...' she prompted. When my legs were spread about shoulder-length, Ms. Martens set about fastening my ankles to each leg of the table with leather cuffs. Once my feet were secured, she pushed my torso forward and fastened yet another strap around my waist, thereby leaving me bent over with my arms still restrained behind my back. 'There... I think that'll do nicely,' she said, 'Wait for me, slut, I won't be long.'
Ms. Martens then exited the room, leaving me of course quite helpless and extremely vulnerable. Many minutes passed and I began to worry. Was she just going to leave me like this?! And if she did return was she going to spank my ass some more? After all, she did seem to leave me in the perfect position to administer some more punishment. Well, little did I suspect that while more punishment was indeed imminent, Ms. Martens left my bottom exposed for more diabolical purposes!
When she returned she made it explicitly clear to keep my eyes forward, that I was NOT allowed to look at her. She began rubbing my butt, softly at first, then a bit more clinically. Soon her hand reached between my legs and again began massaging my pussy. Her touch felt different, almost like she was wearing.... Rubber!! That's it! Had she changed into her kinky garb?!
Well, my speculations soon came to a halt as Ms. Martens began to play with the butt plug that was still embedded in my ass. In the midst of everything else that was happening to me, I had completely forgotten about the rubber intruder in my ass! Kinda scary, when you consider it... Of course I did not know at that point that Ms. Martens was just getting started!
She slowly and very deliberately withdrew the plug from my ass, pausing again when the widest part of the plug passed my anus. I was relieved when the plug was finally removed from my ass, but my reprieve was short-lived. I soon felt the plug reentering my ass, only this time it at least felt like it had been covered in some lubricant. Ms. Martens moved the plug in and out of my ass a few times, very slowly at first, then quite a bit more regularly. Only when I felt both of her hands very clearly, grabbing me around the waist, could I truly fathom what was happening: Ms. Martens was fucking me in the ass!! And I also reasoned that was no plug inside me, as it felt longer and thicker, filling me much further and deeper than the plug. Ms. Martens must have been wearing some kind of rubber dildo!
Of course my virgin ass was screaming after only a few minutes of fucking. 'Great,' I thought to myself, ignoring the enormous discomfort and humiliation, 'here I am, my first day on the job and the homeowner is fucking my ass!!'
As I lied over the examination table, I tried to picture how ridiculous I must've looked: strapped to a table wearing nothing but sneakers and a rubber swim cap, taking it like some common slut from what I used to believe was a very normal and cultured, mature woman. Cultured, alright. Skilled too... in the Art of Humiliation, that is. If she was trying to punish me just for snooping, she seemed to be going quite a bit overboard. If she was trying to break my will, she was also doing that. And if Ms. Martens was somehow trying to turn me on, I hate to admit it, but she was succeeding in that regard also! I couldn't help it. There was something so wrong, so dirty, so exciting about being humiliated like this... And Ms. Martens surely knew it!
'Tell me how you like getting your ass fucked, slut!! Tell me how you like it when your Mistress shows you a little attention...' Ms. Martens demanded, as she continued to ram her rubber dildo deep inside me.
I gasped for breath, 'Yes, Mistress. I love that you are showing what a true slut I am! I'm so lucky that you'd pay any attention at all to my worthless ass...' my repartee betraying my newfound enthusiasm. `Fuck me like a little slut... Please, Mistress, I beg of you!'
Ms. Martens reached around with her left hand and hooked her finger in my mouth. 'Suck it,' she ordered very plainly. I was not surprised to find that her finger and her whole hand for that matter was covered in tight black rubber, as I had guessed as much when she handled my naked body.
The taste of her rubber finger in my mouth was delicious. As I continued to suck her finger, she began rubbing my clit with her other hand, never once interrupting the steady rhythm with which she was fucking my ass. Occasionally she'd withdraw her finger from my mouth and pinch my nipples, as her other gloved hand continued to expertly work my pussy, teasing it, stroking it...
After only a few minutes of teasing, I began to climax. Sensing my impending orgasm, Ms. Martens slowed her pace and buried the dildo all the way inside me before bringing me off. I moaned loudly as I came, offering one final suckle on her rubber-coated finger.
'Why, slut, I do believe you liked having rubber all three ways, didn't you?' Ms. Martens taunted. By 'three ways' she must've meant that I received rubber attention to my mouth, pussy, and ass simultaneously.
She sat there for a while with the rubber dildo still buried in my ass as she massaged my spent body. Ms. Martens rubbed my back and shoulders for quite awhile, apparently savoring the view, before slowly removing the rubber dildo from my ass. She walked around past the front of the examination table to the rear sink where she began cleaning her rubber cock with a washcloth. That's when I first saw her rubber outfit. Ms. Martens was dressed head to toe in shiny black rubber!
Ms. Martens was in excellent shape for a woman of her years, and the tight rubber suit showed off every delicious curve. The rubber suit appeared almost seamless, and even her head was partially covered with a rubber hood, except you could see most of her face. But the most bizarre feature of her suit was of course the large rubber dildo that was molded to the front of her suit, sticking straight out, every ready for more action.
And it was no surprise that she was again wearing sneakers over her suit, except these were slightly different than the Champions she wore earlier. I recognized the familiar blue label so they must have also been Keds, but this pair of sneakers was white, with a thicker sole and a simple thin stripe where the canvas was bonded to the rubber sole, more of a nautical look, I thought. 'Do you like my Keds Anchors?' she remarked when she noticed me staring.
'Of course, Mistress. You look very sexy and refined in them,' I replied more confidently. I thought I was beginning to catch on.
Ms. Martens finished cleaning her rubber cock before wiping the lubricant from my ass. She then undid my restraints. First she unfastened my ankles from the table, then the strap that held me down, and finally even the waist belt and wrist restraints. Now free, I wondered for a moment if I could have overpowered her, but Ms. Martens seemed to know that I would still be compliant, even when I was unfettered.
Ms. Martens walked over to the shower and turned on the water. 'Remove your Keds and get over here,' she commanded. I leaned against the table and unlaced the white sneakers I was forced to wear. 'Don't just leave them on the floor,' she barked. 'Put them back in the box. I shouldn't have to tell you how to clean up after yourself.'
I fetched the shoebox and wrapped the white Keds in the tissue paper before putting them back on the shelf. I walked over to the shower stall and began to remove my rubber swim cap. Ms. Martens quickly grabbed ahold of my hand, 'No. You are to leave that on while you shower.' Who was I to argue?
I stepped into the shower which was barely lukewarm, and Ms. Martens closed the curtain behind me. 'Clean yourself thoroughly,' she quipped, 'especially your bottom!'
After I had showered thoroughly, I turned off the water and Ms. Martens handed me a towel. As I dried off, I noticed that Ms. Martens had gathered up my clothing. 'You can get dressed now,' she said.
I looked through the pile of clothes but I could not find my panties. 'Oh,' Ms. Martens informed me, 'you won't find what you're looking for. Now that you are my full-fledged slut, you'll dress like one.' She handed me a wrinkled mass of black rubber. When I unfolded it, I soon figured out what she meant. She had handed me a very thick pair of rubber briefs, except that there were two additional features: a molded dildo inside and a built-in plug for my rear.
At this point I didn't even question her, and I immediately began to put on the rubber briefs. As I drew the clinging rubber up to my waist, I eased the rubber dildo inside me, before positioning the plug near my anus. Thankfully she had lubed the plug, and given the attention my ass had received earlier, I wasn't at all surprised just how easily I was able to accommodate its rubbery length, with only the merest gasp. Once the plug was embedded in my ass, I smoothed out the wrinkles in the rubber shorts.
Ms. Martens saw me admiring how the rubber felt and remarked, 'So I take it you like your new panties?'
'Yes, Mistress. Very much so,' I replied. `Thank you.'
Ms. Martens then turned towards the door before adding, 'When you are finished dressing, meet me upstairs. We have a few things to discuss. Is that understood?'
'Of course, Mistress.'
I removed my swim cap, placing it ceremoniously upon the examination table, and finished dressing. Bidding farewell to the 'hidden' room, I wondered to myself whether or not it was really a blessing in disguise that I had discovered it. Once upstairs, I called for Ms. Martens who answered from the living room. When I entered, I found her sitting in an elegant high-backed chair, still dressed of course in her shiny black rubber outfit and white Keds. She motioned for me to come over by her and reached down my jeans, just to make sure that I was still wearing my rubber panties. She smirked a bit when she indeed confirmed that I was still clad in the tight latex.
'Sit down,' she said, pointing to a footstool. As I sat, she placed her foot right in my crotch, massaging me through my jeans with her white deck sneakers. This caused the dildo within me to move about slowly. She teased me with her sneakered feet for a while before speaking. 'You know of course the terms of our arrangement have changed, don't you?'
'I think so, Mistress...' I answered softly.
'As you may have guessed by now, I am a devoted latex rubber fetishist. I delight in its appearance, its feel, its smell, even its taste... and of course its power. Power enough to bring out the true submissive within girls like you. I am likewise sexually Dominant and like to be in control. I love having young rubber-clad slaves serve me and attend to my sexual needs, whatever those might be... And finally,' she continued, `I am a sneaker fetishist. Mostly as you have seen I prefer Keds. I always have, ever since I was a little girl,' Ms. Martens added with a smile.
'Now, you have a choice. You may leave here, choosing not to return tomorrow, or you may return and 'work' here as planned for the next two weeks. At the end of two weeks you will be paid eight hundred dollars, double the original amount, only you would no longer be tending solely to my home. Instead you will serve me as a devoted slave, and if you're lucky enough, you will also learn to appreciate the power of rubber. Either way, I expect you to wear your panties the rest of the night, removing them only to use the toilet, before replacing them. Understand? And whether you choose to return or not, you may keep both your rubber panties and this as a gift. We owe each other that much at least,' she added with a dignified smile, as she handed me a box.
Once outside I opened the box. Inside was another swim cap and a pair of Keds Champions like I wore earlier. Attached to the inside lid of the box was a card: 'Dearest slut, I hope you make the RIGHT decision. Sincerely, your Mistress.'
Later that night, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened to me earlier. As I went to bed, I couldn't resist fondling the Keds she had given me, daring even to lick the rubber soles a bit. I couldn't help myself, they were such pointed reminders of my earlier predicament. Of course I was still delighting in the restrictive comfort of my rubber panties, and I soon put on both the swim cap and sneakers. I ran my hands over the soft rubber covering my head and crotch, playing with the rubber dildo inside me. Was I really a rubber-slut now?! I lied there deciding what I would do tomorrow.
Would I show up for 'work' at Ms. Martens or not?