Chrystal's New Uniform

A New Day Begins-2

I did not hear the lock click closed keeping me an unknowing prisoner for I was by then inspecting the new stockings and gloves I was soon to wear. Both pairs were of rubber, as I had surmised, but appeared to be much thicker than those I currently wore. I shivered with anticipation, then undressed.

CHAPTER - 2

Prepared And Corsetted

Before climbing into the chair, I pulled on the stockings, then the matching gloves. These proved to be considerably thicker than any I’d worn previously and had given me some trouble. The cream I applied so liberally eased the effort of donning the stockings though, allowing them to slide up my legs then settle into place: their wide top bands clasping the tops of my thighs quite firmly. However, a few seconds later they seemed to be stuck securely to my skin! The same thing happened with the shoulder-length gloves and I felt some small discomfort at the restricted movements of my hands and arms but thought little of it. Moments later, I lay back in the semi-reclined gynaecological chair with my legs spread wide, resting in the stirrups. I’d already had experience with a gynaecological examination and although somewhat embarrassed, the drink I had before leaving the estate had indeed relaxed me and now I was prepared to go a long way to enjoy my fascination with rubber and bondage. A fork-shaped metal device was fixed to the upper end of the table and I wondered what it was for, but my unspoken, questioning thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Eversham reappeared and spoke again.

“Now my dear, I am going to fit you with a mask equipped with a breathing sack,” he stated quietly. “The air intake of this device is regulated and so will help to control your breathing should you become overexcited whilst we prepare you for your new garments.” So saying, he took a full, black rubber hood from one of the shelves. “Please open your mouth so that I can fit you with the oral cavity regulator.”

I was by now in such a randy state of expectation that I opened my mouth without hesitation. Mr. Eversham quickly smeared a white substance thickly over the enormous rubber plug—this similar to the cream I’d already used on my limbs—then, he gently pushed it into my mouth. I automatically closed my jaws on it, but then, when I tried to re-open them merely to reposition the plug more comfortably, I found that my teeth and palate had become instantly affixed to the huge rubber device! No matter how much force I used I could not separate them! So! The white coating had also been some sort of glue and I hoped that its holding powers were just temporary.

In a trice, he’d stretched the black rubber helmet of the full mask over my entire head and I discovered with some relief that two quite small glass ovals served to permit me a dimmed-out vision. With my mouth so well sealed, I could now only breathe through my nose and I quickly found that his comment about my breathing being regulated by the mask and bag arrangement was indeed true. No matter how deeply or quickly I tried, its valve permitted only a measured inhalation and exhalation. Initially, I was frightened by this, but soon realised the mask did in fact supply my oxygen needs, if I remained calm. At that point he gestured for me to slide myself slightly along the seat until my head went between the forked device.

“I hope you are not too uncomfortable,” he said. Through the thick rubber of the mask his voice sounded low and distorted and, coupled with the crackling noises the breathing sac made when it expanded and contracted, his question was almost inaudible. “Now, please relax while we continue the process, Miss Chrystal.”

He gestured for me to recline fully and I was soon strapped down with my masked head held completely within the fork. The stirrups were quickly adjusted until my legs were hoisted high and wide apart, then he rapidly and efficiently fastened them to the chair’s structure, employing broad straps around my thighs, just below the knee and at the ankle. At the same time he was securing my lower limbs, Miss Johnson placed my arms off to the sides on little platforms she had swung out. Then she fastened them securely by means of wide belts cinched around my upper arms and over my wrists, serving to immobilise them completely. I had been quickly and efficiently rendered vulnerable: spread and completely helpless. For a moment I was disconcerted by these procedures, but did nothing other than twist slightly to enjoy the sensations of being bound. When he finished with my legs, Mr. Eversham flipped another wide strap over my waist then walked around the chair and rapidly passed an additional one over my rubber covered forehead. One more was passed under my chin so that my head was held almost immovable, trapped within the fork.

“How are you feeling, Miss Chrystal?” he asked solicitously.

I wanted to nod that all was well, but my head was strapped fast. Even so, I tried to speak.

“Aaaa ... iiii ... Oooo ... gnnnnngggg ...” I forced the noises, dragged them out, still fighting to free myself of the rubber pad within my mouth, but knew at once he could not understand me and so ceased trying.

Mr. Eversham next pushed a bed pan under my raised crotch and Miss Johnson took over.

“We must now clean you internally before we begin the actual fitting of your corset and the other parts of your Uniform, Miss Chrystal. Please, release your urine now and after that you will receive a rinse-out of your back passage.”

‘If I am to wear only the new corset and some sort of outer ‘Uniform’, why are these sorts of preparations necessary?’ I asked myself nervously.

However, being unable to speak around the large mouth-filling device, my wondering was pointless and so I tried hard to oblige, however was so excited that it was simply not possible. I just couldn’t manage to pee to order for her! She watched my fruitless attempts for a minute or two.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“iiiii ... wooo ... nntt ... wowowoooowoooo ... rrk!” I tried to explain the problem.

“It’s all right, Miss Chrystal. I’ll give you a helping hand.”

She held up a large, gleaming, chrome item in her hand, a speculum, then a moment later, I felt the cold metal slide into me, heard and felt it click once, then a half dozen more clicks until it was locked fully open! My s*x was completely spread! Next, she got a thin length of rubber tubing and a second later I felt it with some distress as she introduced it into my urethra. It was as if I was being widened yet further while the smooth rubber passed up inside me! For a fraction of a second, I felt a small prick of pain, two or three more gentle pin pricks and all of a sudden my urine was splashing into the bowl. There was nothing I could do to prevent it, even if I had wanted to! It just happened. What a feeling of helplessness! Excitedly, I sucked and slurped on the rubber block sealed between my lips.

“For the time being, Miss Chrystal,” she said, “I’m going to leave this device inserted. I will do the rinse now, then you will be clean and ready to proceed.”

She showed me a large, see-through, plastic sack in which a generous amount of liquid swilled about and I noticed that she had changed from her shop coat into a nurse’s outfit of rubber and was wearing long, black, rubber gloves. Quickly, she moved a wheeled stand over beside my chair and hung the heavy bag high upon it, then fixed a thick rubber tube onto the tap at the base of the bag. She stepped in front of the chair and carefully widened my anal passage with her index-finger. Again and again, the finger went through my anal ring, moved about, twisting and caressing the interior flesh! This process went on and on until I started to moan with randiness into the gag, as much as I could within the hot confines of my rubber helmet. I struggled against the straps holding me to the chair, wanting—all at the same time—to both enhance the experience and to escape her depredations of my vulnerable body. For the first time in my life I was being subjected to s****l stimulation without being asked! Well, no, it was not truly forced because I was already in a state where a sudden end of this sort of treatment would have caused a feeling of deep frustration.

Again, the assistant’s index finger went into action, inserting the tip of the pipe into my back passage. It was at that point she gently pushed the tube inside me; an action which animated me into an even more violent, excited moaning. Slowly, the cold, smooth rubber item slipped far up inside, widening me and filling me completely! Something hissed a few times and directly behind my anal sphincter, inside, a strong rubber balloon filled with air and hermetically sealed my opening. Without speaking a word, she opened the tap of the enema bag and liquid streamed into my belly until it was filled to such an extent that I was unable to see my own thighs any more! I had to endure this state for the longest time and all the while the pressure upon my bladder grew stronger and stronger so that urine began again to run down the tubing. Mr. Eversham and his assistant watched silently. Only after quite a time had passed and nothing more dripped from the tube did they continue their preparations. I paid no attention to their low-voiced commentary, though I continued to shudder in response to what had just happened.

“She is really quite sensitive by nature, this little one!” was Miss Johnson’s dry comment to Mr. Eversham.

“Why yes!” he replied, “That’s why Lady Arlen has kept her in rubber for the best part of the past year, since she turned sixteen. Of course her enclosure and growing isolation from everyone was treated more like a game, but not carried out in any sort of strict or seriously intentioned manner, until now. Lady Arlen wanted her to become used to being restricted by her clothing and some small measure of control before she was fitted with her corset and the full Training and Discipline Uniform. After we’re done today, Chrystal will start on her journey to becoming a perfectly obedient young woman, always dressed in rubber. At the same time she will become even more aware of her sexuality.”

For the first time, it had been spoken aloud that I was going to be made into a slave in my rubber: that I was to be trained and disciplined and become completely submissive! I can only say that even this voicing of my fate brought me close to my first orgasm.

‘OK, OK, OK! Carry on with it! Go and do it!!!’ went through my mind, unable to speak as I was. ‘Go on! Make me a rubber slave! Make me helpless! Be terribly strict with me! Go on!!’

How many times I have regretted those fervent wishes to be enslaved I do not know. All of my initial inner resistance and inhibitions against what was to happen were suddenly wiped from my brain; swallowed up and blown away.

I almost felt regret when they removed the speculum and bladder devices from of my body for suddenly, I felt incredibly empty inside. But his situation did not last! The rubber clad Miss Johnson now shaved my crotch absolutely naked. After she completed her work, she rubbed some sort of cream into my cold, newly-bared skin, this causing a slight burning sensation.

“The cream will considerably delay the re-growth of your pubic hair, Miss Chrystal, if not stop it outright. You will, in all likelihood, not need to be shaved there again,” she explained.

I was still trying to get used to this new coldness around my crotch while she continued working on my nakedness, all the time kneading, opening and closing my labia. At the same time, Mr. Eversham was examining my embarrassingly large breasts, wrapping his hands around them, massaging them and taking extensive measurements. His treatment made my sensitive n*****s grow tremendously until finally all of the preparations were completed to his satisfaction.