The Diaries of Ayesha

I couldn't move at all.

I tried to take a deep breath and found that I couldn't.

I wished that I could see, but all I saw was blackness.

Were my eyes even open?

I became aware of a sound I hadn't heard before. A low roaring sound, like running water.

And then another sound, a rhythmic sound, a thumping sound.

I focused on it and realized it was the sound of my heart beating. Then the roaring must be the sound of blood flowing through my ears like the roar of some distant ocean.

As I listened the sound faded away, replaced by silence.

I damned my own mind for it's habit to ignore those things I knew were familiar.

I tried to move again and was still unable to generate the slightest motion. Or was I moving and couldn't tell.

I felt the anger build in me at my helpless position.

It started to consume me, my worst animal rage growing, making me fight against the restraining substance. I roared my anger into the void.

Was I dead?

Don't think nonsense.

What was that? I felt something. Weight of some kind on my body.

I started focusing on it. Innn-puuut .

The weight changed position and then I felt it lighten in some spots and increase in others. I tried to picture it against my body.

Click.

I was on my back and someone was on my front. Someone was on my front moving back and forth!

Despite the binding, I felt myself becoming aroused as the movement continued.

Each movement became a torment as I became more and more erect, the muscles of my cock straining painfully against the encapsulating material.

The weight changed on my body and split into two parts. One part on my chest and the other still near my groin.

Now I felt two moving forms across my body moving into each other and then seperating again.

What in the seven circling worlds of Centauri was happening to me?

The weight was becoming slightly painful, a sensation I welcomed after the lack of feeling, and the movement on my body increased it's intensity until there was a shuddering sensation and I felt the weight lift from both directions for a moment and then settle back down.

My erection was still jutting painfully upwards and then I felt the weight reduce again and then felt a viberation against my cock and my balls.

I wanted to cum, oh Goddess I wanted to, but the material kept me from doing it! I couldn't move enough for the muscles to shoot. I moaned into the blackness and struggled against my bonds.

The viberation became even more intense and then stopped leaving me throbbing into the darkness.

Then there was light as the hood was stripped from my head and I blinked into the sudden glare and Mistress Minx and Mistress Xandria looked down at me with evil expressions.

As my vision cleared I could see they were both dressed in tight latex garments, each one with their breasts exposed.

Mistress Xandria's nipple rings winked in the candlelight as she looked down at me, and then reached towards my head.

A pop and then I could hear again.

"Was that interesting for you slave?", Mistress Minx asked, as she pulled her latex skirt back into position from where it had bunched around her waist, conceiling her womanhood from my sight again.

I nodded as the rubber blocks holding my jaw open were removed and then held my mouth open as Mistress Xandria squirted water into it from a squeeze bottle.

Mistress Xandria didn't bother to cover her seminaked body, she just started removing the binding around the rubber sack I'd been bound in. I could smell her musky aroma mixed with the sweat that had dripped onto me from her body as she worked.

The binding released, I was still encased in this slick rubber sack, slick from moisture and sweat and the wetness from two women who had made love atop it.

"Should I let him out Minx, or should we keep him in there for awhile yet?", Xandria asked, looking towards Minx for her guidance on the matter.

I looked at Minx with unspoken pleading in my eyes. I was so aroused still and the scent of the two women mixed with that of the candlewax and incense I could now smell was making me even more mad with desire.

"I don't know. I actually kind of like him in there.", she said looking at me with a slight smile. " You know he hasn't always practiced safe sex, and the idea of him being trapped in a giant condom still makes me hot."

Mistress Xandria laughed at the image that must have formed in her mind.

"A pity there isn't a woman big enough to take him inside her. Use his whole body as a giant dildo.", she laughed.

I moaned at that thought and closed my eyes.

"He's a pretty good dildo now though. But I'm sure he wants to cum for us, don't you Michael?"

"Yes Mistress, please.", I whimpered.

"You know Minx, he once said that if we even did get togther, he wouldn't be permitted to watch us make love together. I'd say that was a self fulfilling prophecy, wouldn't you?", Mistress Xandria said, standing up, her long latex skirt falling to cover her legs.

"Did he really say that? He should know better. I might have let him watch us. Of course he'd still have been in rubber and bound, but at last he could have watched.", Minx said lightly.

"Perhaps later.", Xandria said, her booted foot gently teasing my trapped cock.

"Perhaps. I need a drink though.", Minx replied. "Shall we?"

Mistress Xandria took the offered hand and the two of them walked away leaving me in my rubber prison to dream and desire release.

As they walked up the stairs I could hear Mistress Xandria humming a little tune and my mind put the words to it.

"Rubber duckie, you're the one ..."

Chapter 13 Section 15

Rubber Duckie