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- 26th February, 2007 -

Here's a couple of images from the archives of the inimitable Mrs-KC .

Below is some rubber bondage imagery found recently on the net.

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- 18th February, 2007 -

Here's a couple of images that have absolutely no relationship to anything in this section, but what the hell.

Captured-Taboos will soon have a new video clip on the site, but in the meantime here's some teaser images from it to keep you happy :-).

Here's a couple of sets of pix from the video I did many moons ago (and, I've still got the hat :-)!), called Pony Girls At The ranch, very kindly sent to me in high resolution by Mauser, who I thank most sincerely :-)!

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As promised, here below is the Gas Mistress story by FrogLee. Hope you get a charge out of the tale for it takes a different part of the scene spectrum and opens it up a little :-). Thanks Lee!

Please note that the images appearing with this story have no true relationship to it, but are added as additional spice to the tale.

 

By

 

FrogLee

 

            I’d been chatting with Gas Mistress Yonii online for several months and it turned out she was a woman in her forties from Japan, a veterinarian or something, and was heavily into gas anaesthesia.  She had a large collection of equipment from all over the world and several working anaesthesia systems; both vintage and modern, in her apartment playroom.  This was a dedicated white tiled room with all sorts of interesting equipment, but more about that in a moment.

            We’d talked about her rubber collection as well and her love of seeing blonde-haired, blue eyed Westerners strapped down and immobilised in sleep and vacuum racks, completely at her mercy.  'At her mercy' meant inducing unconsciousness through gas anaesthesia and she loved to see them struggle with fear while she stretched out the time before they became unconscious, then watch them drift away in narcosis.

            She used a number of agents, but her favourite was a simple, carefully monitored combination of nitrous oxide and oxygen.  She’d slowly increase the mix to 50/50 and maintain it there for a while, watching the reactions of her bound victims, then the nitrous would slowly be increased, until finally her patient fell asleep, or at least to all appearances, asleep.  Yonii knew well that paralysis yet continuing awareness was a very common feature of nitrous oxide anaesthesia and many of them would drift in and out of all sorts of strange states of consciousness when the grey, sweet mist began to overcome them.  A lot of 'victims' were very turned on by the equipment and gas, for they’d been obsessed with it since early childhood hospital experiences, or those in the dentist’s chair.  Many were also turned on by rubber, bondage and breath control games as well, for that was yet another way of expressing their fetish.

            Yonii and I had talked about my experiences , which were, quite frankly, limited.  I’d done a lot of rubber bondage as the facilitator or top, but more as the bottom, for I was happy in heavy rubber enclosure for hours at a time and was well used to slight asphyxia brought about by re-breather systems and other methods of breath control.  I was very turned on by breathing from air cylinders as well, and being a diver, it wasn't a problem for me to obtain oxygen.  My favourite scene was to be kitted up in several layers of latex so that not a single bit of skin showed, then equip myself with a cylinder strapped to my back and breathing bags recycling the supplied air through a heavy, full-face mask.  Mine had a silvered visor so that my eyes couldn’t be seen at all. In addition, I'm keen on inflatable suits and hoods; often wearing these over the rest of my gear.

            As I’ve written, Yonii had a dedicated space for all her equipment.  In the centre of her playroom was a rubber-covered operating table and a modern dental chair, complete with lights above .  Off to the side were several banks of monitors and cases of equipment and it must be said that this gear was not normally to be found in an operating theatre. It consisted of such devices as e-stim machines, pumps for the various body bags and vacuum tubes to yet other pumps.  Beside the operating table was an old-fashioned but very reliable field hospital gas rig, complete with its own breathing bags and cylinders of oxygen and nitrous oxide.  Coming from the regulator assembly was a pair of corrugated rubber hoses meeting at a large thick, black rubber mask with an inflatable rubber dam and I was fascinated with her descriptions of the devices.

            The top of the operating table was covered by an interesting rubber, body sack, it also connected by sturdy hoses to one of the pumps alongside.  This set up had two chambers with the interior one being a fairly straight forward vacuum rack, but over it was an inflatable sack.  At the same time the inner sack could be sucked tight against its occupant, the outer layer could be inflated!  Of course there were ports for the prisoner’s genitals, as well as breasts and nipples; all designed to fit flush to the body and to accept the vacuum chamber’s receivers.  There were four of these: one each for the nipples and breasts, and in the case of a male victim/patient, one for balls, and one for the dick.  Within each of these tubes were electrodes and Yonii delighted in using strong e-stim to slowly bring her immobilised, gassed patients to orgasm, or a state of gibbering terror.

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            So here I was, now inside Yonii’s playroom with her and the young assistant who’d met me at Narita airport that morning, then checked me into the hotel.  At seven that evening I’d taken a taxi to her address, not having eaten as she’d requested and was ready to be placed in her diabolical set-up.  I’d brought along three latex body suits as well as several hoods and masks, latex socks with toes, and several pairs of latex gloves.

            Yonii was a willowy, good looking Japanese woman with greying hair, dressed in a complete white latex outfit consisting of a large white rubber apron, white surgical boots and gloves, a white latex hood and a white latex rubber surgeon's mask hanging in front of her neck.  The assistant was similarly dressed, and although I’d not seen a picture of her unmasked, I was impressed.  Yonii was polite but not effusive, for she spoke a little English.  Her assistant was completely fluent and explained from behind her mask what the coming scene was to involve.  When she’d done, I was asked to agree with what was planned and had been described carefully, step by step.  There wasn’t any question of not agreeing, for even though I had nervous butterflies in my stomach this was the reason I had come so many thousands of miles.  We’d discussed a lot of material very fully online and while doing so, Yonii had let slip some of her other interests that we might try sometime in the future.  However, she wanted to establish some basic procedures for our first session and so we discussed a safety system that used ‘code’ grunts to indicate distress of various levels.

            When we’d finished she instructed that I strip off and get into my latex suits, socks and gloves.  I already wore my thick steel rings and the parts they were resident in stiffened when they slid it through the ports in the three suits.  Once fully inside, my pierced nipples stuck out demandingly through their reinforced holes, then the assistant smoothed out the ripples of my suits, and lastly applied some silicone spray.  Once the cool mist had descended, she shone it with a woolen cloth while Yonii prepared the equipment and tested the anaesthesia rig.  When I was readied, she came over and helped me onto the table then into the cool, heavy black rubber sack that was to be my prison for the rest of the night.  Some sort of thick gel coated the inside and I slid in easily, then settled myself while the sacks were closed up.  A moment later the straps were tightened around my body and I could no longer move.

            Electro-gel was applied over my hardened erogenous zones and rings then electro-conductive rubber pads were quickly taped to my body.  Short wires led from these to the inside contacts of the vacuum tubes, then these were carefully slipped into place and their hoses were attached to the pumps.  She turned them on and I was immediately sucked hard by the irresistible force, but that wasn’t the end of those fittings!  The initial sensations were incredible, but a second later I began to feel a slight pumping action from the vacuum chambers when a dial was adjusted on the console!  Next, cables from the vacuum cylinders were connected to a couple of e-stim machines.  The nipple ones had ring, metal electrodes around their bases, so each of my breasts would be subjected to e-stim by two isolated current paths: so necessary for safe electrical play around the chest.  Yonii connected hoses to the breast ’s vacuum cylinders, then leant over to another pump and I felt a different, slow suckling action begin tugging on my chest!

            I tried stretching inside the sack as if to escape, but was completely immobilised ... helpless and prepared for what was soon to come ... I thought.  I was unprepared for the next part of the process, for the assistant told me my head was to be shaved!  My hair was longish and blonde, bleached a bit in the sun through some time on the beach, and I was quite proud of it, but the assistant told me that Yonii insisted on it being done.  I was too turned-on to say no, and looked up into Yonii’s deep, concentrating black eyes while the assistant used electric clippers, then shaved me bald with foam and a razor.  She took one of my helmets and put it on me, carefully tucking the latex skirt of its high collar into my suit, then came the Ultima helmet.  I looked up and saw Yonii for the last time that night, adjusting her white, rubber surgical mask so that only her eyes glittered down cruelly at me.  She barked an instruction at her assistant, and a second later the rest of the helmet had been eased fully over my head. Just before it was fully closed, its internal gag pad was placed in my mouth, then the nostril tubes were deeply inserted while I squirmed silently with discomfort, growing terror ... and arousal.  A little air was pumped into the inner hood and gag, then a wide collar/brace was clasped around my neck.  A wide strap was immediately passed through slots in the table then around my neck and drawn snug, holding me firmly in place.  I felt a slight pressure on my eyes when two latex bladders were slightly inflated, then others when the ones around my ears and over the sides of my head were also pumped up.  All the time, my nipples, dick and balls continued to be slowly suckled by the unstoppable machines, and I writhed with arousal while breathing slowly through the mask, rejoicing in the sensations and smell of my full rubber encasement.

            I was left like that for a quite a while; unable to see or hear anything; utterly unable to move within the tight, multiple layers of black rubber encasing me, to say nothing of the wide straps holding me fast on the table, but I was warm and comfortable and very turned-on.  Some unknowable time later Yonii decided to proceed to the next stage and the anaesthesia mask was quickly slipped over my helmeted face.  I felt the straps over my rubber hood being pulled tight through the Clausen Harness of the mask, then the pressure when it was brought into tight contact with the rubber that already covered my face.  My ability to breathe as I wished was immediately removed so that with my next inhalation, I recognised the slight tingle of a higher oxygen content, making my head clear and thoughts become sparkling.  From our emails, I knew that I was to be fed pure oxygen for a little while, then some of the other features of my bondage and enclosure were to be demonstrated.

            The body bag started to suck me hard down to the table and my flesh became very engorged within the vacuum tubes while I slowly adjusted to the over all tightness.  I love vacuum racks, and so the sensation got my heart pumping, then, I very faintly heard another pump start, and air began to be forced into the outer bag, making the inner rubber envelope suck itself even tighter!  Hands rubbed up and down the suit and I groaned once; our agreed signal for ‘more’.  My Ultima mask was quickly, fully inflated using the hand pumps and as the second layer of the inflatable helmet was blown up, I felt it press more and more firmly against my face, sealing the anaesthesia mask into in place.  It began to hurt, so I grunted twice and the pumping stopped, then the bladders inside were inflated as well, and my eyes were pushed on firmly, as were my ears!  Each time I grunted twice when my limit was reached and each time it stopped, but several times over the next few hours, even more air was pumped into the inflatable rubber helmet its internal bladders.  The pressure was incredible and I began to feel as though my head was going to implode, but I slowly got used to the sensation and it became pleasurable again.

            I was left like that for another long time and felt as if I was floating, but was fairly sure I was still just on oxygen, or perhaps it was just the effect of being fully immobilised in tight rubber.  I felt a familiar tingling through my dick when the e-stim began and at first it was a gentle sensation, then it became more intense; almost like a ‘tugging’ when the electricity pulsed in a different pattern.  I badly wanted to release a hand and accelerate the sensations, but that was quite out of the question.  The vacuum became a regular, strong, tug-tug-tug, in time with the shocks!  Everything was happening with a maddening, rhythmic beat that could not be escaped or avoided in any way, no matter how I tried to squirm!  Seconds later, the straps around my body were tightened further and more air was forced into the outer body bag, sealing me securely into my latex prison.

            Suddenly, I felt a mild twitching through my nipples when the juice was turned on there as well!  At first the sensations a little disturbing, but I soon got used to them, then, they began pulsing even stronger; almost like someone pinching my nipples.  The vacuum sucked strongly, drawing them deeply into their cylinders and as they expanded, the contact rings around the bottoms of their tubes made far better electrical connections and so even more power, in synch with the rhythmic vacuum, was forced through the sensitized flesh and I felt my breasts twitch and curdle with every shock!

            It was then that the gas began to flow and I could feel myself starting to tingle inside.  I knew I was breathing entonox for I started to float and hallucinate; feeling as though I was almost about to separate from my body and head.  By now my nipples stung fiercely, but I couldn’t feel the pain, or at least I hardly seemed to mind it.  At the same time I could feel the doubled, constant, pulsing suction in my crotch and knew that it was getting harder and faster, even though the sensation seemed the same.  I also knew that the electricity pulsing through the other parts of my body had been turned far higher, and normally I’d have begged for it to be turned down, but made only a single grunt.  I wanted more, much, much more!  It went on and on and I lost track of time.  I was aware of all the sensations, yet felt kind of numb and so examined the stimuli being applied to my body, place by place, for it seemed my mind was lucid.  The strong vacuum continued tugging at my super-sensitive flesh, in combination with the now violent shocks and I desperately wanted to get my orgasm!  If my hands had been free, I would not have been able to stop myself.

            It was funny how light it was inside the masks within the rubber blackness.  My head sparkled like fireworks and I drifted off on flights of fancy: one minute I was a diver, deep underwater, the next I was running through a forest as a warrior in steel armour, then I was a biker in heavy leather with a rubberized slut riding pillion.  Finally, the image of the reality hit me: my total rubber enclosure with wires and tubes leading from my rubber-encased, strapped-down body and two, white rubber clad medicos standing next to me, monitoring the equipment.  I was being forced further and further into a universe of darkness and wet warmth and it was the most intense thing, for I was fully a prisoner in a strict rubber bondage; subjected to strong sucking, electricity, and being uncontrollably gassed.  The sweet smell of rubber permeated me and I concentrated on my breathing, the feelings and sounds while I inhaled and exhaled.  I couldn’t escape the constant, stronger and stronger sucking, pulsing and tingling through my most sensitive flesh and at the same time, the hugely tight, wet rubber all around me.  I didn’t want it to stop!  If it did, I was afraid that this heaven would slip from my hands and vanish.

            Then, I smelled something else mixed now with the gas, and my breathing rate began to increase.  Poppers!  My heart pounded and I felt the warm glow of the butyl nitrite hitting me then suddenly, the electrical stimulation was turned away up and the pumps began to suck even more harshly on my imprisoned dick and balls!  My nipples and breasts also received their share of treatment and I twisted frenziedly, trying to escape the forced stimulation!  A gloved hand grasped my anaesthesia mask and pushed it hard onto my face under the inflatable hood, making me groan frantically and think of my last views of the white rubber clad anaesthesiologist and her assistant standing over me.  Suddenly, I felt a fiendish familiar tickling in my belly and the stiffening of my body that told me an orgasm was coming.  I tried to hold myself back, taking great lungs full of the gas, but it didn’t help!  I fell into the uncontrollable spasms of orgasm and made a huge, long groan through the butterfly gag when my hips began an automatic, primeval pumping and all the while I continued to gasp and suck the gas greedily through my tubed nostrils and gag.  I spasmed again and again, trying to arch my back in the strict bondage, but was held totally immobile and that only added my own endorphins to the chemical mixture boiling through my brain.

            An orgasm under gas is ... strange.  It seems to last a long time and there was a numbness in my body, yet I could feel the continuing reaction and the fireworks in my head were as vivid as ever. I kept thinking, ‘So good, so good, so good!’

            I sank deeper into my rubber bondage while the orgasm sensations subsided and at last the electrical stimulation was turned off.  The vacuum was turned down and I remembered what was to happen next ... what I had agreed to.  For the first time I was frightened, but the gas kept flowing ...

            For a while I breathed the entonox, lost in my post-orgasmic euphoria and the joy of knowing that I’d pleased the Gas Mistress, then again, I felt the mask being pushed hard against my rubbered face and the gas got thicker and sweeter.  The hissing while it was pumped in and out of the hoses through the rubber breathing bags became all consuming and I knew Yonii was adding more and more nitrous oxide into my breathing mixture!  We’d agreed on that being done and I groaned with anxiousness for I knew then that I was to be put under completely.  I felt myself going out when the gas invaded my lungs and my world funnelled down into a deep vortex while hearing a roaring in my ears and a slight panic gripped me while I surrendered myself to Morpheus, realizing that any resistance was utterly useless.

            I did as I’d been instructed and breathed steadily and slowly .... then disappeared into dark nothingness.

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            I woke up a while later finding that I was no longer in rubber and lay on some sort of hospital bed in a small room, a light woollen blanket covering me.  The Gas Mistress’s assistant sat beside the bed and as I awakened she put down a book she’d been leafing through.  There was no pillow, which felt odd, and I raised myself onto one arm.  My 'nurse' spoke.

            “How are you feeling?” she smiled.  “Don't move for a little while, for you will be a bit drowsy and may fall.”

            I sank back on the PVC covered mattress and pulled the woollen blanket over me a little more.

            “In fifteen minutes you will get up and have a shower, but first, I want you to drink all this.”  she held out a bottle containing a bright yellow liquid.  “It's to replace some of the fluids and salts you lost earlier.  You were sweating a lot under the anaesthesia.”

            I took the bottle and sucked on the plastic nipple.  She was right: I’d been sweating heavily and was very thirsty.  After I’d finished and rested a few minutes more she told me to stand, then I was taken to the shower.  The long soak under hot, running water felt luxurious and I savoured the sensation for I still felt very tired.  While I rubbed myself down she told me that I’d passed the initial tests superbly and the Gas Mistress was pleased with my performance.  She next informed me that I was to be outside the hotel tomorrow afternoon at five, and not to eat after noon, but could have a hearty breakfast.  I dressed in the clothes I’d arrived in and left my rubber outfit for cleaning overnight, and that is where it stayed for the entire week.  I didn’t see the Gas Mistress again that evening and was not told where she’d gone, but the assistant handed me a small parcel while walking me to the road.          

            A taxi waited outside the apartment and within fifteen minutes I was back at my hotel.  I went straight to my room and feeling very hungry all of a sudden, feasted on the contents of the bag: lots of small, savoury delicacies and fishcakes, then collapsed into bed, more tired than I had been for a very long time. I slept for a full ten hours, until eleven the next morning.  I awakened very refreshed and ready for a hearty brunch in the restaurant, and an hour later was in the outdoor pool, enjoying the sun and the cute pool attendant.  Later, I took a walk around the neighbourhood for an hour or so, then returned to my room to watch a little television and think about what adventures might be in store for me during the coming evening.  I'd been asked to bring the full, semi-transparent rubber suit I’d recently had made and described to Yonii several times.  It had attached gloves, latex socks and a hood that zipped up at the back as part of the rear entrance.  At the crotch, there was a port for my genitals and at the chest others for my nipples.  Its hood had holes for my mouth and nostrils, but my eyes were hidden behind the membrane so that I could see only a little with it on; just the very fuzziest of images.  There was only one other port; a tiny, reinforced hole by my right ear.   It was neatly folded in a small sports bag, its interior already lubed and ready to go.

            The taxi arrived at five exactly and Lo the assistant was sitting in the back seat.  As we drove onto the freeway I asked why we were not going to the apartment.

            “The Gas Mistress wishes you to meet one of her friends this evening.  She will be there as well, but you will not be speaking much with her for she will be busy setting up the equipment and will then minister to you personally.  You will be completely in her control and I assure you, she is one of the leading practitioners in her field in Japan, but she has to be very careful, for professional ruin would occur if the truth were discovered as to her, ah ... tastes.  She requires that her 'patients' be completely trustworthy.  Mr Anderson, she trusts you and is sure you are able to trust her fully as well.  That is very important.”

            “So, where are we going?”  I asked again.

            “It is an hour's trip south.  Please relax and enjoy the trip.  You will be told more when we reach our destination.”

            We eventually arrived at an isolated, white concrete and glass building that appeared to be a clinic of some sort; set amongst trees on a hillside on the outskirts of a small town.  I was accompanied into the empty building then taken to an office where Lo left me after telling me that we would meet again in two days time, at seven, at the hotel entrance.  I didn’t know what to expect while I sat on a chair waiting, then the door opened and a tall, Japanese woman about thirty years old asked me to come in.  She was dressed in green rubber medical robes and looked incredible when the light played over the ripples of the shiny, loose rubber and even her green rubber theatre bootees.  I could smell the sweet latex and I began to harden in anticipation of what was soon to come.

            “Please sit down.  I am Ishemoru.  Lo has told me about you being a gas fetishist and your experience last night with Gas Mistress Yonii.  I have spoken with her and she says that you are a good subject, but that you wish to experience even more.”

            I nodded, feeling quite breathless and with a dry mouth.  I did not know what to expect

            “I am an anaesthesiologist, and like Yonii, I enjoy seeing men like you being put under.  This is her clinic and of course she is the senior doctor here.  We have more sophisticated equipment than at her home, and indeed have more elaborate anaesthesia machines than we need even at this clinic, but the doctor likes to collect the very latest devices, as well as the older ones, and so the machines here are state of the art.

            “Much of our work involves curing heroin addiction, by keeping addicts unconscious for up to a week at a time whilst their bodies go through withdrawal symptoms.  It’s an agonising process for them without the treatment, and we are one of the most advanced establishments of this kind in Japan.  We have the capability to keep you under for several days and can vary the level of anaesthesia greatly, using many different agents. It is these that you are about to experience and we will also monitor your reactions to sexual stimuli whilst under the effects of gas. I take it you have no objections?”

            “None.” I said.  “It’s what I’ve dreamt of.”

            Despite myself I shook a little from nerves for I was excited, but also a little frightened. The previous evening had been very heavy stuff for me; well beyond what I’d expected, but Gas Mistress Yonii had talked about it as an introduction, only an induction test. I’d enjoyed it like nothing before, for the experience had been a culmination of years of dreaming and fantasies that there might be someone to introduce me to that kind of scene.

            “I understand.  Please do not be nervous, for you are with friends here.  We do not wish you to do anything you do not enjoy, but hope to show you some possibilities you may never have even dreamed of.  We are interested in your safety and pleasure because like you, we both enjoy rubber as well.  Our main interest is, as I said, seeing our patients being put under while we control them completely.  You do understand?”

            I nodded, understanding that there was a mutuality about the scenes we were playing.  As much as I was the centre of their attention and felt very fortunate to have met Gas Mistress Yonii and her associates, I realised that to them I was also an opportunity to explore their fantasies as well.  As much as I was attracted to these women, I think they were also attracted to me.  Certainly, we were all getting different things from of that play, but I think I was the more fortunate, having discovered the means to realize some of my most cherished fantasies.

            “The doctor is already here and setting up the equipment and as the clinic is closed for refurbishment, we will not be disturbed.

            “We will all be in full rubber medical gear and you will be anaesthetised in the operating theatre, using the latest equipment.  Your session will last several hours, but everything will be carefully monitored and so will be safe and enjoyable, even though it may be very strange at times.  I know you have little experience of what you are about to try, but understand that you are very enthusiastic to explore the places we can take you.  Is that satisfactory Mr Anderson?”

            I nodded, my heart beating like a trip hammer.

            “Now, you will please come with me into the preparation room. There, you will dress in the rubber suit you were asked to bring.  Please clip that small sensor to your earlobe then pass the wire out through the small hole we asked you to have made in your hood, near the right ear.”

            I nodded when she handed it to me. I’d had the rubber suit manufacturer make a small, reinforced hole for just this eventuality, as instructed.

            “As you know this device is used to monitor your blood flow and pulse.  Once you are fully dressed, you will lay on a Gurney, then I will give you an injection to relax you a little and wait there until we are ready. When the time comes, I will wheel you into theatre.”

            I followed her down the corridor to a small room with double doors at each end. Inside was a chair and a chrome Gurney with a green rubber cover.  I was left alone and did as instructed, sliding my body into the pre-lubricated, cool, transparent rubber, then I carefully inserted a small, bi-polar, butt plug and fed its cable through the port for my genitals as instructed. The room was warm and I began to sweat while I packed my clothes into the sports bag, then zipped up the rear of the suit using a small plastic tab.  I automatically hardened when the chrome cock ring was pulled through its hole and I gave my pierced nipples a tug with my rubber gloved hands; feeling them harden also. The Gurney’s wheels had been locked and so it was quite stable when I climbed carefully onto it then lay back on the hard, cool rubber-covered mattress and relaxed, staring up at the ceiling through my translucent rubber mask.  I could just about pick out the strip light, but not much else.

            A few minutes passed before I saw a vague, green shape enter the room and she wasted no time for I felt a small needle enter my upper arm through the rubber suit.  It didn’t hurt and within a few seconds a warm feeling washed through me so that I felt relaxed and happy.  Too, I also felt horny and felt myself stiffen again.  I was a little embarrassed at being unable to control my body's enthusiasm, but it was ignored and a heavy green rubber sheet was soon laid over me, then attached to the sides of the Gurney, stretched tight so I was unable to move very much, but that was fine.  It had a wonderfully rubber smell; sweet and thick; almost like chocolate.

            A moment later the wheel locks popped open and I was quickly wheeled into a large, well-lit room, but fastened down and masked as I was, I couldn’t make out much detail.  Another figure waited, all in white, and I guessed that it was Gas Mistress Yonii.

            “Good evening.  How are you feeling today?” came her soft contralto voice.

            I replied that I was feeling great and she then asked if I understood what was about to happen.  I nodded in acknowledgement.  She wore the same white rubber outfit as yesterday, and I recalled it in fine detail while I heard the rubber rustling when she moved, and also smelt the warm sweet smell of her clothing. Unable to stop myself I became very hard under the constricting rubber sheet, sweating profusely.  The Gurney was placed beside the operating table, then the top slid across onto it.

            A moment later the sheet was removed, then the wires from my suit were connected and checked carefully. The sheet was re-attached even more securely so that it held me down on the table, and became tighter still when the chrome side bars were pushed down and locked.  I was pinned like a butterfly under it with just my face sticking out and my hardened maleness forming a distinct ridge under the rubber.

            They wasted no time at all, for immediately a heavy black rubber mask was placed over my rubber-covered nose and mouth and held down hard while the Clausen harness was slipped over my head, then very tightly fastened to the six attachment points on the mask.  It smelt strongly of rubber, something I’d loved since childhood, and never failed to excite me.  I also enjoyed the wonderful feel of the pressure of the heavy mask surrounding my mouth and nose, but this black beauty was not the normal mask used with anaesthesia equipment and I doubted that the black rubber hoses were quite as per manufacturers instructions either.  Off to my left, Gas Mistress Yonii sat on a stool and I could just make out a bank of equipment with flashing lights and screens front of her.  There was a very low bleeping sound that corresponded to my pulse, then I heard a short conversation in rapid Japanese. but of course I didn't understand a thing they’d said.  Then, there was only silence.

            A moment later I found myself breathing pure oxygen and my brain cleared from the effects of the injection, tingling a little.  Soon, I tasted the change in the gas mixture change and my ears began to roar while I felt a little panic; almost as if I were short of breath. However, I trusted my medical friends, knowing that they knew what they were doing. The gas became thicker and the thick, sweet smelling, rubbery mix flowed through my mask.  I concentrated on the sound and cadence of my breathing, keeping it slow and regular, as I’d been told to, and soon I was relaxed and feeling very happy.  Rubber-gloved hands gripped my head then further tightened the straps so that the mask became welded to my face and I loved the feeling of being constantly aware of its presence as well as being under the complete control of the Gas Mistress.  The rubber hoses quivered, moving with me when I turned my head a little from side to side, enjoying the feeling of their slight drag and restriction, as well as their twitching every time I inhaled and exhaled.  For a time I was fascinated by their movements while my body began to disappear from my perceptions, and felt as if I were floating, even though I was immobilised under the rubber sheet.  I felt completely free, but later they would tighten the straps of heavy-weight rubber all along my body and the fact of my immobility and helplessness would become harder to ignore.

            The shadow of a pair of large breathing bags hanging from a pole loomed over me, and that again was not normal, but had been done for my benefit.  I could now watch as well as hear myself breathing through the arrangement. I inhaled and exhaled watching the bags inflate and deflate in time, then held my breath for a few seconds to see what happened.  The bags continued to fill with the gas mixture, waiting for me to inhale their narcotic contents.  My resistance was quite futile for I could only breathe what was in those bags.  I had no choice.  Every few moments Gas Mistress Yonii gave the bags a squeeze to assist my speedy descent into narcosis.

            They later told me that the session lasted for nearly five hours.

            I was aware that I was awake at several points, but unable to move while watching the two, rubber clad medics moving around me.  Sometimes they were close and sometimes far away, but the distances seemed to be foreshortened, although through the blur of my helmet I could make out their shapes.  As well, I felt them manipulating my genitals through the rubber sheet, then came a continuous strong tugging on my hardened dick.  It had to be the electro-stim through the electro-conductive rubber rings. At the same time I felt my anal sphincter spasming when the current passed through the butt plug and my balls tingled with the current through my cock ring. It was a wildly erotic sensation and I arched my back to get a stronger sensation.

            The first time I’m sure I came pretty soon after I was put on the gas, but it was difficult to remember what was going on, for time was not regulated in that gaseous domain.  Sometimes I would be there and quite alert, although, of course unable to move, and at other times I would be nearly completely out of it.  There was occasionally a strong, arousing pulling and pinching of my nipples by dextrous rubber-gloved hands, but the relentless tugging and twitching sensation on my dick got even stronger when they kept increasing the strength of the  e-stim in my crotch.  Strangely at first the pulses didn't hurt, but they were definitely there and could not be ignored or escaped.  They got faster, occasionally slower and all were very intense.  I couldn't resist them and so was soon orgasming uncontrollably under the green sheet and latex suit, my releases accompanied by loud, primal cries and long groans into the heavy, black rubber mask.  I attempted to delay my orgasms, but the electrical stimulation was irresistible!  I didn't want it to happen right away, for I knew what would follow very soon thereafter and was still more than a little anxious about being gassed.  Each time I orgasmed, I was put under full anaesthesia almost immediately and passed out when the thick gas was pumped into my straining lungs.

            The process was pitiless and the gas itself remorseless, for it too was impossible to escape from.  I sometimes wished it would stop and I could breathe normally, but then I’d smell a change and an ether-lime odour would invade the tightly clamped on mask.  The mixture was changed and although still rubbery and sweet smelling, it felt different in that soon my whole body began to throb and tingle.  Perhaps they were were using other gasses such as flurothane or halothane.  I’d only read about these and I wondered if I would also get to try ether at some point.  I would, but not tonight, for that was to be for my pleasure and experience.  It was joyful and I sucked avidly at the mix, sometimes feeling it when they were changed and drifting into different states of consciousness.  The effects were quite incredible and at times I felt quite numb; completely paralysed; not able to move even a fingertip under the rubber sheet and certainly not my head. Yet, I remained quite lucid, and at times aware of a lot of sensation.  It was an odd feeling to be wide awake but unable to move, and at the same time feel the constant tugging and itching at my groin while the relentless electricity did its job.  The sensations built up and I think the anaesthesia was reduced by increasing the oxygen in the mix, then I would be made to orgasm hard when they increased the power and frequency of the shock pattern!  After each the same procedure followed: the gas got get thicker and I disappeared into ecstatic narcosis and over the evening I grew to completely trust the Gas Mistress.  Of course they heard me make one long groan, our signal for more, but never the two that was our stop signal, for I wanted it to go on forever.

            I was conscious more than unconscious, but there were short periods of deep narcosis when they put me under fully after my incredible orgasms and I think there were at least three sessions leading to release, maybe four. After each, blurry images swam before my eyes while I sank into a warm well of blackness, and as I had yesterday, I half-dreamed mad fantasies with intense, colourful images flying before my eyes, but nothing turned me on so much as the visions of my rubber clad medics.  I wanted to be fully under their control and make them happy while their cruel eyes stared down at me.

            I heard odd sounds and their brief conversations in Japanese became distorted, then heard myself breathing through the tubes and breathing bags.  The clicks of the valves in the anaesthesia machine opening and shutting were interesting for some reason and I listened intently to their reassuring, relaxing regularity.

            HHHIIISSSS - KLIK ... HHHIIISSSS - KLIK ... HHHIIISSSS - KLIK ... HHHIIISSSS - KLIK ... HHHIIISSS - KLIK

            The sounds alone were enough to make me hard one last time, and I felt myself pumping involuntarily under the rubber sheet when the electrical stimulation was intensified.  My head sparkled once more with sensation and orgasm; oddly deadened by the gas, but I was far from being unable to feel anything and knew what was going to happen ... again!  That time I welcomed it and wasn't afraid; breathing slowly and heavily, savouring the gas.  It became thicker and my head started to swim, then the blackness of oblivion descended to overcome me once more.

            Again, I woke up in a bed a while later and discovered that I was out of my rubber, now wearing a white gown under a cool cotton sheet.  My shaved head rested on a thin rubber pillow and I felt tired but relaxed as I never had before.

            “Drink this, please.” said Ishemoru.

            I sipped at the familiar sweet fruit drink and felt slightly nauseous, but it vanished within a few minutes and that night I slept at the clinic.  The following morning I breakfasted with Ishemoru in a small apartment at the top of the building and during the meal we discussed many things about the previous night.  I did my best to describe my experiences for her and she listened with enthusiasm, then explained some of the procedures.  I was well aware how much effort on their part had been made for my benefit, but was told how much my mentors had enjoyed it as well.  She apologised for Yonii’s lack of communication, explaining that she was sometimes a little embarrassed about her rather basic grasp of English, and too, that she was also kept very busy as a consultant and that was why she had to rush away at times.  However, the weekend was coming and we’d be free to get know each other far better.

            Sometime later a taxi arrived to take me back to my hotel, for I was to rest for the remainder of the day, then I’d be met tomorrow evening for a most interesting experience awaited me.

            The taxi arrived exactly at seven on the Friday evening with Lo inside.  She asked if I felt well and rested and I replied that I felt perfectly fine.

            Soon thereafter we were inside Gas Mistress Yonii’s apartment once more and this time I was welcomed at the door by my host.  We sat in a beautiful living room I’d not seen previously, then over some green tea, with Lo's help she explained what was planned for this evening.  As she was now free for the weekend, I’d have her undivided attention and tonight she wished to demonstrate the newest equipment she’d had made for I was to be her test subject.

            We were to kit up in rubber, then for our air supplies a lightweight re-breather system was to be fastened over our under suits.  This had a twin hose feed, into a full-face gas mask with a large, single visor and it was then that the additional rubber suits were to be worn over everything, sealing us in completely.  These were rather like black rubber bio/haz-mat suits, complete with heavy rubber boots, wrist collars and another large plastic visor over the face.  The re-breather, although originally intended for military stealth diving, had been adapted to mix and supply two gases, nitrous oxide and oxygen. These were contained in two, three litre cylinders inside the plastic housing where a carbon dioxide scrubber would remove the unwanted, toxic CO² for about four hours. All our oxygen and N²O in the breathing mix would be recycled.  The base setting for the mixtures set at a permanent level of slightly less than 50/50 mixture and so walking around could be done safely, with care, but always under the effects of the gas.  With concentration, I could ameliorate some of the physical effects and once acclimatised, function fairly normally on low levels of N²O in my breathing air. It would feel very nice indeed, a little like being a bit drunk.  Lo's role was as our dresser, facilitator and safety support, but she would take no part in the proceedings other than that.

            My role was to enjoy the novelty of the 'gas suit' and assist the Gas Mistress while she ministered to a young Japanese woman who'd arrived earlier, desperate to try gas for the first time.  She’d been brought to the house by a friend of Yonii’s; naked, blindfolded and bound inside a large wooden box and a hand truck had been used to bring the case to the apartment, just like any other delivery.  She was also into bondage in a big way and had now been on the premises for several hours. Lo had strapped her tightly into the dental chair using tough, green, hospital grade, rubber straps and made clear to her that there was to be no last minute backing out. She’d been shaking with fear while Lo tightened the straps and described what was going to happen.

            Gas Mistress Yonii told me of her own liking for gas; not just as the one who applied it, but also as a participant.  She’d liked gas since the time she'd been a medical student, twenty five years previously, and had progressed through medical school and become an anaesthesiologist without her proclivities being detected. However, a few years ago she’d overstepped the line of reasonable, recreational use and had made herself ill.  Now, suitably chastened, she’d devised rules for herself as to sensible amounts and frequencies of her sessions.  It was somewhat ironic that she treated drug addicts using a substance she herself was addicted to, but she kept it very much under control.  She had to be very careful with her contacts, for her senior position made her open to blackmail and gossip and so she told her on-line contacts very little about her real life and identity, but needed a cover story to explain her knowledge, and so frequently gave people the impression that she was a vet and worked with large animals. Several of her partners were not as much into gas as she, and some got off more by the sight and feel of being fucked by a rubber monster with tubes and cylinders, rather than being anaesthetised themselves. 

            Over the years, she’d devised several portable breathing systems and liked to wear them when she was enjoying sex being particularly fond of twin hose set-ups.  However, there were several problems with the systems she’d devised so far.  First, being open circuit, they wasted gas, and after being exhaled it was discharged directly into the atmosphere.  This was not a good idea in an enclosed space, for the room would soon fill with the exhaled N²O.  It supports combustion quite easily, so a spark or a naked flame could have serious consequences in an enclosed space, but the great limiting factor was time for there was rarely enough gas for more than thirty minutes without quite heavy cylinders being employed.  She’d also devised systems using anaesthetic machines to one side of a bed, but they needed monitoring and were somewhat cumbersome for the scenes she was into.  Yonii had set her mind to how the recycling and scrubbing action inside an anaesthesia machine might be duplicated and the answer when it came was actually quite simple and relatively inexpensive ... a converted ex-navy re-breather rig.

            Her clinic was staffed by sympathetic or fellow practitioners of gas play and when she put the problem before her staff, it had been a fairly easy job to the engineer who maintained the equipment.  He’d been sacked from several hospitals for his own addiction to gas, but been welcomed into Yonii’s establishment.

            About two hours passed before we went into the small changing room and I got into my cleaned, polished and shiny rubber suit.  I placed a full helmet over my shaven head and watched Yonii get into her tight green latex, admiring how it covered her tightly and completely from toe to fingertip.  I stared as Lo carefully closed the back zip, straightening the mask over her face as she did so, then the next part of the procedure was to get us into our re-breathers and ensure they were working correctly.  Their controls were very simple: two buttons set into the face mask, which, when depressed, would either circulate pure oxygen or the N²O and oxygen mix: a kind of lean ‘entonox’ at a level the Gas Mistress had fixed after a lot of careful experimentation.  These were easily reachable through the rubber of the haz-mat suit.

            Oxygen was chosen first and I began breathing it once the mask had been carefully affixed over my rubber helmet.  Inside the re-breather casing on my back, the rubber bags silently inflated and deflated, quivering with each breath I took and the oxygen worked its way through the container of soda lime crystals then was inhaled, exhaled and sent back through the loop again, continually purified of CO².  A small jet squirted a tiny but precisely measured flow of oxygen into the system to replace that used by the body, and when the N²O was switched on, it too would be squirted into the loop in precisely measured amounts.

            Yonii put on her set-up and started breathing while I stood staring at her for she was a good looking woman in or out of rubber, but that gear was just so hot.  Another part of our equipment was added; this being a small throat microphone and light earphones clipped over our rubber helmets.  Small transmitters were located in pockets of the bio-haz-mat suits and these were now around our thighs after we’d stepped into their heavy rubber boots.

            “Can you hear me?” she asked quite clearly.

            “Yes, loud and clear.” I replied.

            “That is good.  All appears to be working properly.”

            Lo pulled my heavy, outer rubber suit up, then carefully drew its hood over my head so that I was sealed completely away from the outside world.  I breathed the sparkly oxygen slowly and felt warm and excited inside my rubber and the feel of being zipped into that wonderful, cool rubber casing over my inner suit and the breathing gear was incredibly arousing.  I watched Lo complete Yonii’s dressing.

            “Mr Anderson, I wish you now to test the suit’s gas delivery system.  Push the button on the right side of your mask, where the hose joins it.”

            I did so and felt my breathing mixture change.  First, there was a slight breathlessness, then a euphoria that slowly built up to a wonderful tingling sensation, starting with my gums and working out.  I began to flush as well and could feel myself get very aroused, then caught a glance at myself in the mirror and could see it.  It was impossible not to grab myself and stroke a little.

            “Its working!  Hey, this is really great!  Really great!” I burbled.

            The gas was definitely very present, but not overwhelming and I deeply inhaled the sweet smelling mix then felt my head and body tingle.  It was really wonderful and the elation was a little like being drunk.  I’d played a fair bit with wippits and was always annoyed how quickly the sensation ended ... even to the point of racing to do another and another until I became too fumbly to crack open the little cylinders.  This was very different ... a feeling of continuous but not too strong pleasure.

            “Now I will ask you to be silent unless you are asked something.”

            “Yes, OK.  I understand.”

            I sucked the sweet narcotic gas heavily and wonderful star fields opened in front of my eyes.

            “Now, please turn the oxygen back on.”

            I pressed the switch on the left side of the mask and my head quickly began to clear.  I very much liked the controllability of the gas and lost all anxiety about breathing it.

            Yonii checked her own system and switched back over to oxygen after a few breaths, as I had done, then turned and walked out of the door, gesturing me to follow.

           All the lights in the white tiled room had been dimmed, except for a one light array over the dental chair and its occupant. What was revealed was an incredible sight, for there, a naked young Asian woman was thoroughly fastened to it by green rubber, double-holed thick belts around her chest, waist and thighs.  Over a high white plastic neck brace holding her head rigid was another tight rubber band, fastened to the headrest of the chair and her arms were tightly strapped onto the armrests in three places.  Her legs and feet were immobilised by straps around the base of the chair. She’d been struggling hard against her bondage and so was quite sweaty.  She was blindfolded by a wide, thick strip of black rubber around her head over her eyes, but while we walked nearer, she heard us and said something in Japanese.  I could not really make it out, but it sounded like pleading and she repeated it several times, but her entreaties were totally ignored.  Yonii moved to the anaesthesia machine and touched a few buttons, then carefully examined a display screen.  When she was satisfied all was as it should be, she picked up a black rubber anaesthetic mask and carefully straightened the corrugated black rubber hoses while raising it to her victim’s face.  It was time.

            “Switch on your N²O now, and we all three will enjoy the gas!”

            “She seems frightened.” I said.

            “Ah yes.  They often are the first time, but always like it in end!”

            I switched on my gas and watched her do the same. A second later it began pouring filling the inner facial cup of my gasmask and the same effects I’d felt earlier repeated themselves and it was sssooo cool, so cool, and, the rubber was pretty good too!  I loved the feel of the tight suit being overlaid by the rippling looser one over it.

            “Mr Anderson, remove the patient’s blindfold please.”

            Carefully, if a little clumsily, I did and the effect on the young woman was electric.  She jumped in her skin and stared with shock, her eyes huge in terror at the two rubber monsters in heavy gear, standing over her.  It was too much and she started to shake and yell, desperate to escape, but Lo had done a very good job with the rubber straps: she was totally immobilised and going nowhere.  Yonii held the scary, heavy black anaesthesia mask up in front of her fear-widened eyes for a few seconds, then in an almost theatrical way, slowly lowered it onto the face of her tightly bound captive.  She could not move her head away and Yonii positioned herself so that she was easily able to it fully onto the frightened face staring up at her.  I watched intently from just a metre away while she stared imploringly up at the Gas Mistress then over at me, clearly holding her breath, trying to avoid inhaling the ga then she yelled again and again under the mask, but in doing so, immediately had to inhale.

            MMFFFF!!!  ERFFF!!!  Sssssuck - herssss.  MMMMF!!  Sssssuck - hersssss.  Mmmmffff!  Hersssss.

            Her cries into the encompassing mask grew fainter, but there was no way out for her, even while she strained against her tight bonds.  It was already too late and with one last weak yell, she visibly weakened while inhaling more of the gas.  The mixture she breathed was not diluted like ours, but instead was full strength, designed for deep, complete anaesthesia, and as well, had a dash of another anaesthetic agent in it.  She struggled a bit more, her eyes rolling, then finally her movements stopped and she was quiet; eyes still open but seeing nothing, while off to the side the breathing bags inflated and deflated regularly.

            The mask was removed and suddenly I was aware how horny I was and how fascinated and transfixed I had been watching the forced anaesthesia process.  It reminded me dramatically of my own first time as a child and how frightened I had been. The dentist had been remorseless, holding me down and clamping the mask tightly onto my face and I had screamed and yelled , then just slipped into sleep.  I watched Yonii intently.  Why had she removed the mask?  I didn't understand, but all was soon to become clear.

            “Mr Anderson?!” said the voice in my ears.  “Would you like to induce anaesthesia on the patient?”

            I replied that I’d enjoy that very much, and she told me to wait a few minutes until our ‘patient’ came round, then follow her instructions.

            I moved around to her position when she moved away then she passed the mask and its trailing hoses to me.  I could hardly think straight, but was very excited and now the patient was beginning to come round again for her eyes shut and opened, then shut again.  Yonii adjusted a control on the machine.

            “I am changing the gas mixture, so it will take a little longer to put her under this next time.”

            She was indeed coming round, groaning, then her eyes opened and she stared up at us and immediately began to moan even louder.

            “The patient is very noisy!  I think you’d better administer the gas again.” Yonii commanded.  “Hold the mask over her face in the same position you saw me use, then push down.”

            I held the mask firmly onto her face and there was more groaning, but I was aware she was finally beginning to relax and go with the flow.  I felt omnipotent and godlike with the power of life and death holding the mask down very hard, watching her sink away, but could also see that her nipples were hard and stayed like that for the next two hours, even when she was under.  Gas Mistress Yonii watched me and started to fondle herself through her suit, groaning and panting with the gas mixture she was being fed through her own breathing system.  She told me to take the mask away and let the patient come to again, then I gassed her once more, carefully but firmly applying the mask and ignoring the panicked pleading from the half-conscious woman under me.  She was beautiful, with a thick shock of long, glistening black hair, beautiful deep brown eyes and the cutest of mouths with delicate lips.  Her body was lithe yet muscular and now covered by a thin sheen of sweat, with drops sliding down and over the green rubber straps.  She watched me intently while I administered the gas, seeking out my eyes through the two visors, then while she relaxed and breathed it in, her eyelids fluttered and oddly her hands continued flexing while she sank deeper into the narcotic wonderland, dreaming of unknowable scenes.

            Yonii had moved a couple of metres away and was watching the tableau in front of her appreciatively, staring at me through her mask and I could see the rubber of her suit dancing with the movements of her body beneath.  All the while I continued to breathe deeply and felt the sparkly, numb feeling begin to overwhelm me then started to feel floaty.  A little more oxygen cut into the loop and I returned to the floor.

            Yonii stood still and turned off her nitrous then came over to the machine and took charge of the patient.  I saw her revive the woman with oxygen, and as the cute patient came around, staring wildly at us, she put her under yet again!  In the end the young woman did not know whether she was coming or going and I guess she must have been put under seven or eight times all told.  In the meantime, I continued sucking the gas being re-cycled through my air system and could feel myself building to my own orgasm. When I saw the patient begging to be freed, then Yonii putting her under yet again, I could control myself no longer.  I fell to the floor on my knees in ecstasy, deeply inhaling the wonderful gas while my body spent itself in jets of pure pleasure and I floated in a cloud of euphoria.  Yonii turned off the machine, removed the mask from the patient, then walked over to me and reached to my mask and switched me back onto pure oxygen.  Within a few minutes my head began clearing and my breathing reverted to normal then on her knees at my side, she held and hugged me through the rubber.  I was very surprised at that, very surprised indeed, for she’d seemed so cold and aloof previously.

            The young woman on the chair came round slowly but Yonii walked over and for the last time held the mask hard against her face, then strapped it tightly.  This time she used a much weaker mix and the patient groaned while the Gas Mistress stroked her all over with both hands, paying special attention to her breasts and crotch, both clearly delineated under the rubber belts.  She yelled and gasped when Yonii grasped her breasts and stiffened nipples then manipulated her mercilessly, stiffening in the chair under the stricture of the tight straps and came violently, wailing and shaking then grunting joyously into her mask while deeply inhaling the gas.  All her fear had gone.

            Yonii helped me up and we walked back to the changing room where Lo helped us out of our suits and into the showers. While we cleaned up, a truck picked up the heavy wooden box with its unconscious cargo and drove away.  Later, after a wonderful meal and saki with Yonii, we talked as if old friends and I found her to be a most charming and charismatic woman; one to who I found myself very attracted.

            That night I slept with my Gas Mistress, for I had passed another test and earned her respect.

 

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- 13th February, 2007 -