The Wager

Tina arrived at Jeff's house right after work on Friday. Jeff was an old friend of hers, and she had recently learned that he had a bondage and latex fetish. She had at first found it perverted and disgusting. They had spent much time discussing it, and finally Jeff offered her a bet. She would give herself to him for one weekend, and if by the end of it she wasn't convinced of the sensualism of bondage and latex he would pay her 2 thousand bucks, and if she was convinced, she would stay on as his slave for a month that summer. Tina didn't like the idea of spending a weekend in the hands of a pervert, but she was low on cash, and decided she owed it to a friend to try to understand his point of view. Tina rang the bell. She stood back, impatiently eyeing the windows of Jeff's one-story house. After a moment she heard the intercom click on. "The door is unlocked. Please come in." Tina opened the door and entered into a small hallway. She closed the door behind her. There was a note on the floor in front of her and she picked it up. "Remove your clothes and place them in the box on the floor. In the closet on your right you will find more suitable attire. When you have changed, go through the door in front of you."

Tina opened the closet. There on the hook hung a black rubber catsuit, complete with hood and pair of tall ballet shoes with narrow heels attached to the bottom. She shuddered as she felt the cold rubber, but thought again of the 2000 dollars, and took off her blouse. She unzipped her pants and slowly slid them down her long legs, tossing them in the box. She thought for a moment as to whether or not she should leave her underwear on, but with a sigh of "you only live once" she took off her bra and panties and dropped them in the box. Tina had a hard time getting the catsuit on. She had never worn one before. It took her 10 minutes to get her legs into the pants and shoes, and nearly another ten to get the zipper closed up. The hood had only a hole in the back for all her hair to be threaded out of, which also took time. Finally she succeeded in sealing herself in the rubber outfit, and moved towards the door. Before she got there she caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror. She was stunned. She turned side to side, admiring her own body. The rubber accentuated her curves and gorgeous butt. She rubbed her hand down her leg, admiring the smoothness.

She realized she loved the feel of the rubber surrounding her skin, almost a sense of protection. She wasn't herself anymore; she was a sexy rubber creature. Suddenly Tina stopped herself. She remembered the money, and committed herself to the role of the skeptic. She opened the door and walked into the living room. There on the couch sat Jeff. He wore is standard everyday street clothes, and at first glance there wasn't anything unusual about him at all. Tina felt out of place in her rubber sheath, and was glad the hood kept Jeff from seeing her blush. "Hello Tina, I'm glad you came. Have a seat." He motioned to a chair, and Tina gladly sat down. "Before we begin, I think I should explain the rules for the weekend. Rule number one, you are my slave. You will do everything I say, no matter how painful or frightening it may be. If you disobey one of my orders, the deal is off. You will be given your clothes and shown out immediately, and you certainly won't get the 2 thousand dollars. Are we clear?" Tina nodded. "Good. Rule number twoIf at any point during the weekend you ask for more bondage, fetish clothing, or pain, you have officially lost the wager. You must remain as my slave for the weekend, you will return this summer for the month, and you will not receive the money