Mumzie by rubbersissi

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Mumzie by rubbersissi Feb 03, 2009

It was quarter to 12. The door bell rang and she got up and went to the
door. It was her friend Carmen.

Carmen was there to pick her up. They were going to a movie after lunch.
She said, "We can't go yet. I have to feed my brother."

Carmen looked at her. "You've got to be kidding me," she said.

"No," Stephanie said grinning. "It's not quite what you think."

Stephanie looked at Carmen standing there. They had been friends for
years. Carmen was black, tall, long black hair and a body that wouldn't
quit. She was dressed in a short white pleated skirt, black pumps and a
white blouse that intensified her awesome looks.

"You wanna help me?" Stephanie asked.

Carmen rolled her eyes. "Feed your brother... Isn't he a little old
for that?"

Stephanie was grinning from ear to ear. Carmen looked at her. She knew
something was up.

"Come on... you can help me... I know you'll have fun."

Carmen was still shaking her head, but she knew Stephanie well and was
open to some fun. She trusted her.

"We have to change first."

"Change?" she said. "Into what?"

"I'll explain. Follow me," Stephanie said smiling as she led Carmen to
the basement. They went into a small room with clothes hanging in a
closet.

Carmen looked at the clothes. There were white satin smocks and long
black rubber aprons on hangers. Hanging on hooks were black leather
biker hats and white surgical masks. "What the hell is this?"

Stephanie looked at her. "Get out of your clothes. I'll explain."

Carmen stripped out of her top and skirt and pulled on the satin smock.
Stephanie was talking as they were changing.

"Remember when daddy died a couple of years ago in that plane crash?..."
She pulled off her skirt and pulled the white satin smock over her head.


"Yeah," Carman said as she pulled the draw strings tight behind her.

"Well. Mum's kinda had a really hard time with it," she said pulling her
own drawstrings tight. The satin outfit tightening around her waist
enhanced her figure. She reached up and took a black rubber apron off a
hanger and handed it to Carmen. Carmen made a face.

"Just what's going on?" she asked taking it and pulled it over her head.
The shiny black rubber went from her neck down to her knees. Stephanie
took another apron and put it on the same way.

"Mum's kinda pissed at bobb," she said as she tied the strings at the
back. "After the plane went down...she kinda lost it. She really loved
daddy. They'd been married for three years."

Stephanie took a couple a black leather biker type hats off a shelf.
"With the life insurance, double accidental death policy, that gave her
about 5 million. She sold the business, got another 6 million, and 4
million from wrongful death lawsuit from the airline... she's got a
whack of money."

She put on the leather biker hat and handed Carmen the other one.

Carmen put it on and adjusted it. "Yeah. I heard that she got a pile of
cash. I heard she's back at work."

Stephanie took a couple of black Halloween masks that cover the eyes.
"Yeah. She needed something to get her out of the house." She handed
Carmen one. "You'll have to put this on."

Carman made another face. She shook her head, lifted the hat and pulled
the mask on down over her eyes and pulled the hat back on.

Stephanie took the white surgeon's masks and was holding it. She leaned
up against the wall.

"Bobby's always been a pain in the ass. He never got along with mum.
Even called her a gold digger a few times just after she married daddy.
And well, when he died, it got worse. One day, he was arguing with her
about how I was getting special treatment because I was a girl and we
were both bitches."

Stephanie handed Carmen a mask and started walking to the door.

"Mum lost it," she said and she led Carmen out of the room... down
another set of stairs to a sub basement. She opened a door. "I came home
one day and mum told me that she had had enough of bobby. She was
punishing him and that I could help her.... or not."

They walked down a long hallway to a heavy steel door. "So, little bobby
is ... well... I don't really know how to describe it... but... mum's
turning him into a sissy."

Carmen stopped. "You're not serious," she said. Stephanie nodded.

"Yep. So...this may be a little freaky for you...or maybe not. I know
you're pretty kinky. If it's a little too much, I understand, but you
have to promise not to tell ANYONE. OK?"

Carmen thought about it for a minute. She smiled. She thought to herself
that it probably wasn't too bad. A little sissy might get her turned on
a bit. She looked at Stephanie and nodded.

Stephanie smiled. "Cool. Ok. This is the deal. There's a whole bunch of
cameras all over the room...and some microphones. That's why we're going
to put the medical masks on. Also... bobby is called 'sissy.' Not bobby,
him, or anything thing masculine. It's either 'sissi' or 'it.' Mum was
very firm on that. You don't have to do anything. Just watch. If you
want to do something, that's up you. Just tell me first. Mum's got a
check list of things to do to him, and I have to follow it. The camera's
are there because this is being broadcast over the internet."

Carman looked at her in disbelief. "Really? Why?"

"Well. Even though mum's loaded, it cost about fifty grand to set up the
room and everything else. She said she wasn't going to waste one nickel
on him. It's going to a pay per view site. At 35 dollars a membership,
there are over 2200 members who paid for a month to watch this."

Carman was shaking her head. "Jesus. That's a whack of money."

Stephanie was putting on her mask. "Yep. Mum figures he'll be here for a
couple of months, and then she's shipping him off somewhere. I don't
really know where." She tied it off at the back as Carman was putting
her mask on.

Carman was tying her mask and did the math in her head. "Two months....
that's...."

She could see Stephanie chuckling a bit. "Enough to pay for all this...
training and equipment...extra help and more"

Carmen was grinning. "Too bad you could have him in there full time."

Stephanie laughed. "Yep. But I don't think he'd survive it."

Carman became a little nervous. "What do you mean?"

Stephanie reached for the door knob. "You'll see in a second." She
unlatched it with a loud bang. "Last chance to change your mind!" She
pulled it a bit. "Ready?"

Carmen nodded.

Stephanie looked at her watch. It was exactly on minute to twelve.

"Remember what I told you. You can leave anytime you want...OK?"

She nodded and Stephanie pulled the door open. It creaked very loudly...


Stephanie stepped into the room. Carmen stepped in behind her. She
almost fainted as she looked around.

It was dark. The walls, floor and ceiling were all covered in a shiny
black plastic. A strong scent of rubber, pvc, plastic and leather
emanated from everywhere. Looking to one side, a black plastic covered
examination chair was in a corner. Another corner had a black metal pole
from floor to ceiling. Another corner had a low bench, again covered
with black plastic and had too many straps on it to count. Along one
wall, there was a sink and shelves with rows of pen-is shaped equipment.
All organized from small to large. Some were gags, some were plugs, and
some were vibrators. All designed to be inserted... into an orifice of
some sort, progressively getting larger and larger. There were harnesses
and other gags that Carman had no idea about.

Finally, she saw bobby and gasped. He was encased in a black latex body
suit from head to toe. A wide leather posture collar held his head up
high and back. Only his eyes and nose holes were visible as a wide
leather head harness held a thick pen-is pump gag deep in his mouth. A
very tightly cinched corset went around his waist and kept him ridged.
He was on his knees. Long black tight ballet boots were laced on and
kept his feet pointing straight down. There were bound together at the
ankles and knees with leather cuffs. He arms were in a tight leather
armbinder that went from his wrists to his shoulders. She noticed that
his elbows were almost touching.

She walked over to him and saw there was a cable running up from the
back of his collar to a hook in the ceiling holding him up on his knees.
Two more cables, one attached to his ankle cuff and the other to his
wrists at the bottom of the armbinder, ran to the ceiling, then down to
two small winches.

Looking in front of him she saw that his pen-is was in a vey tight rubber
coc-k corset that was laced on and he was fully erect. The pen-is was
pulled down and restrained to a loop in the floor in front of him. A
small clear glass plate was positioned to catch any "discharge" from his
pen-is. She shook her head as she saw the plate was covered with splash
marks all over it.

In front of him was a large screen television. On it were flashing
images. Carmen took a moment to look at it. "CRAVE coc-k AND BE FEMMED"
and it was flashing coc-ks, cd suc-king, bondage, c-umming, over and over.
He was forced to watch it over and over.

Stephanie walked over to him and knelt down. "Hi sissi! How's it doing?"
she said behind the mask. She was snapping on black latex gloves and
looked down at the plate and picked it up, showing him. She grabbed his
chin. "Looks like sissi had fun."

He was moaning and grunting into the inflated gag in his mouth. Carmen
was motionless watching. Her head was spinning and she looked at her
friend in the erotic satin and rubber outfit, and her helpless
stepbrother squirming and moaning in the rubber and bondage.

"I'll get your lunch ready," she said standing up. She shuffled over to
the sink and took a large red rubber bag off a shelf. She poured a
powder into it, and then put a funnel in the mouth. She took the plate
and rinsed off the c-um droppings into the rubber bag, rubbing with her
latex covered hand ensuring it was clean and all his goo was in the bag.
She shook the bag to mix up the contents.

She glanced over at her friend Carmen who was kneeling in front of him.
Carmen didn't realize it, but she was rubbing between her legs, over the
black rubber apron, the white satin smock and her white satin panties.
Bobbi was looking at her with pleading eyes and whimpering in the gag.

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Stephanie took the rubber bag and attached a red rubber tube to it. On
the bottom of the tube was a pen-is shaped gag. Carmen looked over at
Stephanie and stood up. Stephanie nodded for her to come over. She
whispered, "Watch this".

Stephanie took the pen-is gag and slowly stroked the underside from the
back of the shaft to the head. Carman saw a little trickle of white goo
come from the hole at the head of the pen-is gag. "This is a sissy suc-k
trainer. It has to put its tongue on the underside, pull the goo up to
the head then suc-k it in. It then has to relax to let the tube refill,
and then do it again, over and over and over until the bag is empty.
This is the only way it gets any food, so it knows it has to do it."

Carmen couldn't see her face but could tell Stephanie was smiling as she
was speaking. Stephanie handed Carmen the bag. "Can you hold this for
me?" Carmen nodded and walked in front of bobby. Stephanie took a clip
board and checked some numbers. She walked to the winches and cranked up
the armbinder winch pulling his arms up behind him. She took a measuring
rod and kept cranking until she was happy with the height. Then cranked
up his ankle cable. It ran through a loop at the back of the posture
collar, pulling his ankles up to the back of his head, pulling his body
more rigid and helpless.

Carmen was shaking watching this. After getting the glass plate from the
sink, Stephanie walked over and kneeled in front of him. She placed the
plate back on the floor below is rigid pen-is. She removed the leather
face plate from the head harness and deflated the bulging gag in his
mouth. He was whimpering as she slowly eased it out.

"Sh ... Sh... Sh...Sh... Sh...." Stephanie said pulling it out all the
way. A stream of drool came running out of his mouth, dripping on her
rubber apron. She looked back at Carmen holding the feeding equipment.
Carmen was mesmerized.

"This is why we wear aprons. The sissy is a little messy at times." She
put the gag on the glass plate on the floor. Bobbi couldn't say
anything. His mouth and tongue could hardly move because of the constant
pressure of the inflated gag had made it stiff and numb.

She reached to Carmen. "I'll feed it now," she said. "Hold the bag up
while I insert the feeding coc-k into its mouth." Carmen robotically
handed her the tube with the coc-k. One hand holding up the bag... her
other hand again... rubbing her sex.

Stephanie steadied Bobbie's head and pushed the coc-k feeder gag into his
mouth as he whimpered. "You know what to do," she said. Carmen was
shaking as she watched the feeding coc-k slip into his open dripping
mouth. She could see him squirming a little, but he immediately began to
work the coc-k with his tongue and suc-k in the liquid. "That's a good
little sissy coc-k suc-ker".

She strapped it to the back of his head, pulling it tight. Carmen was
panting. Stephanie stood up. "Here. I'll hang that up for you." She took
the feeding bag and hung it on a hook high over head.

Carmen had to lean against a wall. Stephanie then kneeled in front of
him again. She loosened the bindings pulling his pen-is down, and slowly
removed the rubber pen-is corset from his coc-k. She took some lubricant
and dabbed some on her right hand. She then slowly began to stroke his
pen-is back and forth. She cupped his chin with her other hand.

"OK sissy. Another chance for you," she said rubbing his shaft back and
forth. Carmen had slid down to her knees. She was massaging her sex
more, watching. "Again... If you can finish the drink bag before you
shoot... mumzie will let you go..." she said. Pumping rhythmically.
Nothing too fast. Rhythmically squeezing it. Back and forth.

Carmen could see bobbi frantically milking the feeding coc-k with his
mouth. His eyes were pleading for sympathy and release. He was crying
into the gag, whimpering and squirming. Carmen was whimpering herself,
watching the helpless sissy being milked.

Suddenly, Bobbi groaned, and began shaking and shot his goo. Stephanie
aimed it down on to the plate. She directed the jism onto the gag lying
on the plate.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Looks like sissi wants to stay a bit longer," she said
continuing to stroke the sissy's little coc-k. "Doesn't it? It likes
being turned into a sissi coc-k suc-ker". He gave a defiant squeal and
Carmen could hear him sobbing. With that, Carmen groaned and collapsed
in excruciating orgasm.

Stephanie looked over at her friend, pawing at the wall, and was smiling
under the mask. She stopped stroking him and put the coc-k corset back
on, severely tightening it, then pulling it back down aiming it at the
plate.

She stood up and checked the feeding bag. It would take a few more
minutes to empty it.

She went over to Carmen who was panting and slowly recovering. She was
embarrassed, but had never had such and intense orgasm. Her panties were
soaking wet. "You OK?" she asked.

Carmen was panting, and nodded. "Oh...My...God.....what a rush," she
said.

Stephanie was grinning. "I thought you might like it".

She caressed Carmen's head. The looked at bobby, helplessly milking the
feeding coc-k with his mouth, whimpering.

They sat on the floor and watched for a few minutes. Bobby shuddered as
he finished the feeding. Stephanie got up and went to him. She kneeled
down and reached to the back of his head and unbuckled the head harness
for the feeding coc-k gag. Slowly, she pulled it out and set it down on
the plate. She took the other c-um covered gag off the plate, showed it
to him, dripping with his ooze, and then eased it back into his open
mouth. He grunted as she pushed it in... he shuddered as he tasted the
rubber and c-um running off it. She then again, tightly buckled it,
pulling it ever so firmly into his mouth.

She lowered his leg cable so they were back on the floor, and lowered
his arms down back to his waist. He had slumped a bit, but the cable on
his posture collar his him upright.

Carmen had regained her composure and stood up. She went over and
kneeled down in front of him, and kissed his forehead. She connected the
pump and slowly inflated it. Pump. Pump. Pump. He wimpered. Pump. Pump.
She tapped his cheeks. Pump. "Is this enough pressure?" she asked her
friend.

"If you think it's enough, give him two more."

Pump. Pump.

"Wow," she said looking at the state of restraint he was in. "That was
amazing"

Stephanie had stood up and was over by the sink washing out the feeding
bag, hose and feeding coc-k. "It's interesting, isn't it?" she said to
Carmen.

She hung the tube and the other equipment up. She then took another DVD
and put it in the recorder. It was called "Sissy suc-k". It started to
play. All the cross dressers, shemales and transvestites in it. Some
were in some state of submission, restraints and fetish wear suc-king and
getting helplessly ******.

"More training videos!" she said with a bit of a chuckle looking at
Carmen. "At night, it listens to Transsexual Hypnosis recordings while
it sleeps. "

Carmen was amazed. "Really?"

"Oh yes. It'll be craving to suc-k coc-k before you know it." She laughed
when Bobby groaned into the gag and had a bit of a tantrum. The cables
held firm.

They walked to the door together.

"How can you do that to ... (she paused) ... it. That's got to be very
uncomfortable, humiliating, frustrating and scary."

"Well," she said, slowly closing the door, locking it with a very loud
clang. "I never liked him anyway." She laughed pulling down her mask.
"Let's go catch a movie. Something with real men in it."

He could hear that both were laughing as they left.

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After his step sister and his friend left, he whimpered into the gooey
pen-is gag that was stuffed into his aching mouth.  His arms were numb up
behind his back and he was dizzy with the bondage and rubber encasing his
body. 

He whimpered again thinking how he was restrained.

He was encased in a black latex body suit from head to toe. A wide leather
posture collar held his head up high and back. Only his eyes and nose
holes were visible as a wide leather head harness held a thick pen-is pump
gag deep in his mouth. A very tightly cinched corset went around his waist
and kept him ridged. He was on his knees. Long black tight ballet boots
were laced on and kept his feet pointing straight down. There were bound
together at the ankles and knees with leather cuffs. His arms were in a
tight leather armbinder that went from his wrists to his shoulders. His
elbows were almost touching.

A cable ran up from the back of his collar to a hook in the ceiling
holding him up on his knees. Two more cables, one attached to his ankle
cuffs and the other to his wrists at the bottom of the armbinder, ran to
the ceiling, then down to two small winches. His pen-is was in a vey tight
rubber coc-k corset that was laced on and he was fully erect. The pen-is was
pulled down and restrained to a loop in the floor in front of him. A small
clear glass plate was positioned to catch any "discharge" from his pen-is.

He was panting. Trying to get air. The corset restricted his chest
movements and the gag prevented him from breathing through his mouth. His
body was sweating profusely under the rubber, so when he moved or
squirmed, he was gently sliding inside the restrictive outfit.
Involuntarily, it was arousing him. It was a sensuous feeling that he
didn't understand, being restrained in this horrific outfit, but he was
continuously aroused.

He would close his eyes, only hearing the audio from the Crave coc-k and be
femmed video.  When he did open his eyes, the only this he could see was
the continuesly running coc-k suc-king training video.

As was the case in the early afternoon, Madame Chin came in. A very tall,
dark haired Japanese woman came to work on him. He heard the door open and
glanced over. He whimpered into the gag. She was carrying a black medical
bag. He started to cry a bit. He knew this was not going to be good. She
clicked over to the work bench and set down her bag. He couldn't turn his
head to see what she was doing but knew she was taking things out that
were going to cause him a great deal of discomfort.

She walked in front of him and knelt down. He looked at her.

She had greying hair in a tight bun on the top of her head. As she was a
professional, she was not worried about being on camera, and her face was
not masked.  Her dark black makeup and eyes had an evil look. She wore a
shiny black PVC cat suit that snugly fit over her trim body. Long shiny
PVC boots glisten in the dim light. She wore black latex gloves on her
hands.

She looked at him with a totally disgusted look and shook her head.
Reaching forward, she ran her hand over his head and looked down at the
plate on the floor and saw the drippings on it from his corseted pen-is.
Shaking her head, she stood up and went to her medical bag and took out a
syringe. She took a small bottle of clear liquid and drew a small amount
from the bottle.  Walking back to him and kneeling down, she gave him
another light slap on the side of his head.  He squirmed a little and
whimpered as she pulled the rope on his pen-is corset even tighter. She
took the needle and slowing inserted it into the head and gave him an
injection. This was to cause him to swell even larger and cause more
pressure between his pen-is and the tight coc-k corset.

She stood up and went back to the bench and put the needle away.

He squirmed more as the pressure was building in his pen-is and grunted a
bit.  She quickly scooted over and tapped his head again. Holding her
finger to her lips she went "Shhhhhhhhh".  She gave his gag three more
pumps. He whimpered more and looked at her with puppy dog eyes.   

She stood up again and walked behind him.  He felt his arms going up being
him again and she winched his armbinder cable up.  He bent forward,
grunting and whimpering. He bent down farther and farther trying to
relieve the pressure on his shoulders.  His head was almost to the floor
when she stopped winching his arms up.  Sweat was dripping from behind the
rubber hood and dripping on the floor.

He felt her releasing his left ankle from the cuff and slowly removed the
boot from his foot.  Face down and restrained, he could feel a little
relief on his ankle and foot.  But it was short lived.  She was there to
bind his feet. Unlike a Geisha, that has short feet, she was binding his
feet to be long, thin and pointed.  She took rubber strapping from the
medical bag and slowly wrapped it over the rubber stocking he was already
wearing. Starting at his toes, she brought all them together and wrapped
them tighter and tight from the tips to the base of his heel. He could
feel the pressure on his foot tried to pull away. 

Another quick slap to the side of his head stopped the movement.  She put
another two layers of wrapping on the foot tightly squeezing it.  Once
finished, she took the ballet boot and slipped it up over his foot and
laced it on. It was much looser and she took a few extra minutes to adjust
the laces on it to give it the extra pressure she wanted to have on his
foot. Once laced on, she took another small leather strap that went around
his calve, and around the heel of the stiletto. She pulled it tight
straightening his foot even more. 

She then proceeded to do the same to his other foot. The boot came off;
she tightly wrapped it up in the rubber binding straps. The ballet boot
was tightly re-applied to his foot with the straightening strap applied to
it.

It served many purposes. It was another level of restraint. It helped in
keeping his toes pointed straight down. And in the unlikely event he ever
got loose, there would be no way he could walk or run with his feet like
that.

She strapped his ankles together and then stood up. She lowered his arm
binder cable and his head came up off the floor. He was panting and
whimpering.  She walked in front of him and knelt down and caressed his
head.  Smiling she leaned forward.

"I can hardly wait until next week... I'm going to be working on your
little balls.... and then... we'll be giving you nice tittles". She slowly
rubbed his chest area. He whimpered a little more.

"MMMMM," she said.  "Looking forward to that sissi?"

He whimpered.

She stood up and checked the cables and straps.  She made sure the pen-is
corset was tight, his gag was inflated, the movie was on and that he
couldn't move.  It was only 2:30.

She left him there... locking the door behind her.  He was there... like
that till Mumzie got home from work.

He whimpered.