TODAYS FETISH: RUBBER

I do love looking at pictures, sometimes I imagine wearing the clothes, sometimes I imagine being the person, sometimes I imagine being with that person and sometimes I imagine being with someone wearing those clothes. They all have there benefits. I will choose another fetish to look at another day!!



Here is a story from cystals story site, find it here: http://www.storysite.org/story/mansplace~01.html

A Man's Place

by Slater

I couldn't believe my luck, a raise! Finally, after working three years in this stinking company as Marketing Manager, and I finally get a raise. Okay, granted, it took for the company to be bought out, have a number of people sacked, and to squirm like mad to do it, but I got there! 5000 quid a year raise, geez, finally!
I needed this raise, and to hang on to the job. My wife, Marian, had finished her studies, also in marketing, and not been able to find work. It looked like I'd be supporting her for the rest of my life, but why not, she deserved it, poor girl; she shouldn't need to work, I'd do anything for her, anything.
"Mr Wyatt; Miss Sloan would like to see you in her office, immediately." It was Miss Sloan's secretary on the phone. Miss Sloan was the newly appointed CEO of the company. People said she was mad and a tyrant. Well, I was about to find out. I'd met her before, briefly, to be told I was keeping my job and that I would get a raise, "and, you'd better be worth it!!" She finished by saying.
Most of the male employees had been sacked, strangely enough; he was one of about four that were kept.
"Ah, Michael dear, shut the door, take a seat." She said on my arrival. She was very sexy for her age. Oh, don't get me wrong, she was only about 40, but some women tended to sag a bit by then, she didn't, else she had plastic surgery. "I haven't really had much chance to get to know you yet, I only saw you those brief minutes last week. I am led to believe that you are the best worker in this firm. I can happily say that after reviewing your past and present work, you truly are very good. Keep it up."
"Thank you Miss Sloan. That's very kind of you."
"I know it is dear. By the way, call me Erica."
"Fine, Erica." A simple smile from her as she stood up from her chair and walked to her personal bar. She poured two whiskeys and carried one over to me.
"Michael, I'm not going to beat around the bush. There's something you should know. When you signed the contract for the pay rise, you also accepted that you may have to wear a uniform while you, erm, are at work. Do you remember?"
"Yes, but surely you don't actually want me to wear one?"
She smiled and shuck her head. "No, no. But I'm just informing you that the clause is there. Now, as you know this is a women's fashion agency."
I laughed at little at this. "I should do, I've worked here for three years."
She took the opportunity to laugh, also. "Yes, well, this is why I fired the a lot of the male employees. I want my employees to wear the clothes we design to work." Er...what was going on here. "Now, you and the other employees are well suited to the clothes as you are, how can I say this without offending you? Feminine, you know, in your body shape. And I would like you to start wearing our clothes to work. They will, of course, be given to you free of charge."
I thought about this. It couldn't be happening. "Let me get this straight. Erm, you, want me, to wear women's clothes, to work?"
"Yes and no. I want you to wear the clothes we design, to work. Unfortunately, this is a a women's fashion designer." She saw the look on my face. "Listen dear, you do have the other option."
"The uniform."
"No dear, the door!"
Ah, well that was the catch, wasn't it? "I'll need to think about it. Will you give me till tomorrow?"
"Well, okay, but only you. But I expect to see you here tomorrow in one of our designs or don't come at all."
I went home with my head hung low. I sat down to talk about the problem with my wife Marion.
"Oh god, honey, that's awful. What are we going to do?" She said giving me a hug.
"I don't know, I can't lose that job, you know it."
"You can't wear women's clothes, you'll look stupid!"
"I know, but you know what the employment situation is like!"
She sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Come on then, let's drive over to the depot and get you those clothes then."
An hour later we were back. Marion had picked most of the things out, but there was a list waiting in the reception area of what I was to wear to work.
"Go and take a shower and I'll lay some of the clothes out for you to put on now, maybe we can mix and match to make the clothes look more masculine." She said.
I just nodded and went to shower.
She came into the shower just as I was getting out. I loved the sight of her young naked tanned body, and her long brown hair.
I found the clothes lying on the bed. Reluctantly, I put them on, starting with the black satin panties. It was a very strange feeling on my skin, and I also failed to understand the necessity of a bra for myself!
Marion arrived back in the bedroom to find me dressed in the suspenders, navy blue mini skirt, and cream satin blouse. She gasped a little when she saw me, then she saw the expression on my face.
"Dear, it's terrible somebody could force you to do this. Can't you do something about it?"
"No, what? Who'd believe a story like that?"
"Hmmm." She said as she worked on my skirt, pulling at it a little. She moved behind me and started to tug at the blouse and smooth it out a little. "Just, er, oh, adjuuusssting, oh, your clothes, uhhh, dear." She could hardly breathe! I spun round and noticed her staring at my body longingly. She rubbed furiously at her clitoris. She immediately put one hand back on the satin blouse and started rubbing on it, she felt the bra through the material and rubbed even harder on her clit. "God, dear, sorry, but you are so sexy. You feel so sexy, god!!! Fuck me! Lift up your skirt and take your dick out of your silky panties and fuck me!!!" What else could I do? I fucked her senseless, all the while she was calling me a bitch. I loved it. It was the best sex EVER!
I slept in my underwear; Marion left her hand on my panty-covered penis all night.
"I'm glad to see you made the right decision." Erica said. "And may I say you look mighty lovely!"
Otherwise the day went normal. Until about four o'clock, when I saw Marion leave Erica's office.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
"Oh honey, Miss Sloan here has offered me a job as Marketing assistant. Isn't that great?" It was good news. We needed all the money we could get.
"Thanks, Erica, that's good of you."
"No problem. Oh, and Marion, doesn't he look great in his new clothes?"
"Well I have to admit he does. I was afraid he'd look stupid but he doesn't one bit."
I noticed the boxes and bags in the boot of the car. "Have you been shopping?"
"Miss Sloan took me down to one of the warehouses and gave me some things. I got some more clothes for you as well. And a little treat for tonight!"
"Go on then, put it on." Marion said.
I didn't want to wear them, but I didn't want to upset her. "Okay." I slid the red stockings on to my newly shaved legs (her idea) and put on the lacy red thong panties. Then she slid the red Basque around me. She put a wig on me, a long straight blond one, and put so much makeup on me, I looked like a whore.
"Good you're perfect. Wait here now, I'll be right back." She grabbed some bags, and went away.
Minutes late she was back in the bedroom. I couldn't believe what I saw. She wore a black rubber top, high-heeled black leather boots, and a long thick strap-on dildo.
"NO WAY!!!!" I screamed. Slapped my arse.
"SHUT IT!!" She shouted back. I began to struggle. But amazingly she managed to sit on me and force me down onto the bed. She pulled my panties down to my knees, and greased up my arsehole. In one swift movement the dildo was in my arse. I couldn't believe the pain, as she forced it up me. Soon the pain was all but gone though as I began to enjoy the feeling.
"You like that don't you, Michelle?"
"No I don't and my name is not Michelle!"
"Oh, honey, it is now." She was riding me with no hands now. I was groaning. He 8" fake penis going all the way in. I could see what she was doing, but I could feel what felt like band-aids going on my back. Lots of them.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing dear. Just fucking you like the girl you are." Then I felt her stop. What was she up to? OW! She had injected me with something. OW! And again. OW! AND AGAIN!
"STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
She started fucking me again. "I've injected you with a hormone mix, with the amount I've given you, you'll have C sized breasts within the week. Great huh?"
She really did soon happy. "Marion! You can't do that!"
"I thought you wanted all of this!"
"I didn't!"
"Well your boss told me you did. She said you were just looking for some help to find your feminine side."
"SHIT! Get off me!"
She seemed to think for a while. "No! I like fucking you, and I've had a few good ideas I now don't want to spoil. From now on, you are my bitch, slave, whore, and maid. GOT THAT?"
"What??"
She rammed the penis hard up my ass and slapped me. "I SAID, GOT THAT???"
I shivered. "Yes, I'm sorry."
"Good." She started to rub my penis as she fucked me. "Now relax, because I'm going to fuck you all night."
I woke to find it was a Saturday, no work. I also woke to find Marion had lit the fire. Something was odd about it though. She had burnt all my male clothes. I went back in the bedroom to think, when she came in.
She didn't say a word, she just turned me over and inserted the penis in me again. She fucked me hard again, then stopped to take off whatever she put on my back, yet replaced them with new ones. Once again she injected me, this time five times!
"I've taken the liberty of burning your horrible male clothes and replacing them with whore's and maid's clothes and underwear. I've made up the guestroom that is where you will sleep from now on. I've also put an ad on the internet looking for a man who can look after me."
"What?? Why??"
"You think I want someone like you? No, you are my maid now, remember?"
She was dress in a short leather dress. Really SM gear.
Two weeks went by. My breasts have now grown to C size. I serve my wife and her new live-in boyfriend, Jack, as their maid. I was fired from my job, Marion took over my function. Jack and Marion would sit in each others arms and watch TV, or kiss in front of me, make love. She even invited my ex-boss, Erica, round and the three of them fucked all night.
Things were now really bad. When things started to look up, they got worse still.
My wife had not slept with me since that Saturday. But this time something was different. She came into my room with her false penis on and told me that I had been good and I could have a treat.
She greased up my arse and slid the penis in. Whilst doing that though, she blindfolded me. Suddenly she pulled out. Then I felt it. The penis again, yet this time it seemed...MY GOD!! It was Jack, he started fuck me up my ass. I tried to pull away but Marion slapped me. "TAKE IT YOU WHORE!!!"
I then felt another penis, this time at my mouth. So there were two men! Shit! He pumped my mouth until he came and I had to drink his cum down. I couldn't believe it.
The three of them, the two men, Jack and Kyle, and Marion with her false penis, fucked me all night, and the next day. Then the next night, they dressed me in red silk thin panties, a red basque, and red stockings. They then dressed me a red rubber mini dress. My hair had grown long and made to look feminine, now peroxided blonde.
The make-up they put on me made me look like a whore.
It was when they drove me to the nearest red-light area, and pushed me on the street.
"Now you whore," said Marion. "Make some money!"
MY GOD! They expected me to me a she-male prostitute!
I was surprised to be picked up straight away by a young guy. He looked quite decent. I got in his Mazda and we drove back to his flat.
"You're a good looking lady. I'm a little nervous. I don't usually do this, but my girlfriend left me, and, you know, I don't fancy being alone. I'm Paul by the way. Er...how much an hour?"
"I'm Michelle. Er, jeez, er, 40 pounds?"
"Er, okay. Here you go."
I made him have a shower first, then he came back in to the bedroom. I took my dress off. We laid down on the bed, and he started to feel my breasts, I rubbed his penis. Then his hand went down between my legs. He jumped.
"You, you, you're a transsexual????"
"Er, yes, you didn't know?"
"Well, I'm for women you see. I'm not 1% gay."
"I see."
"Wait, well maybe, you know, nobody will know will they?"
"'course not!" I said.
He started to rub my penis through my panties. I decided that I should help him a little, so I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed passionately as I rubbed his penis and he rubbed mine. We were both rock hard.
I sucked on his penis, then pulled down my panties. He slowly inserted his penis into me, and fucked me. He came up my ass, then kissed me. We laid together kissing and fondling each other, when he asked; "What's it feel like, you know, to wear women's clothing?"
"Believe it or not, it's really nice. Do you want to try?"
"No, no, I was just asking." But I could tell he wasn't.
I lifted my panties and slid them over his legs. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it." I said rubbing his hard penis through the thin red silk.
"No, it's nice." I put the rest of my clothes on him, and took some make-up out of my purse to put on him. He rubbed himself all over. "It feels great."
"Okay, now shush and bend over."
"Erm, okay."
I lifted the rubber mini dress to reveal his ass and pulled the panties down to his knees. I took out some KY jelly and spread it on his hole, slowly inserting a finger.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's nice."
"Okay, I'm going to insert my penis now. It will hurt at first, but will feel okay later, okay?"
"Okay." He was very nervous.
I pressed my penis into his hole. He gasped at first, then relaxed. He loved it. He begged for more and more.
"Okay, Pauline, dear, I'll give you more."
I worked hard each night, bringing home nearly 400pounds a week. Of which I got none. I give Paul a discount now. He hires me twice a week, sometimes all night. He now has more female clothes than male, and likes me to call him Pauline all the time now.
I have a few punters like him, who didn't realise I was really a man, but everyone of them decided to try it, and the always come back for more. Most I have converted and also have started to wear women's clothes.
I no longer work as a maid, I am used for sex, kicked, pissed into and on, and ganged fucked at home. Marion now lives with four men, and they all fuck me senseless. Marion divorced me. I have two female punters, so I still have heterosexual sex. I only have home and the punters though, I am not allowed to go out during the day. If my masters and mistress go out, they tie me up and gag me.
My parents and family have tried to call me, but Marion simply told them I have no interest in speaking to them, they haven't called since.