Rbrbill

First Climax and Beyond Chapter One As the door closed, Amanda realized her change to a rubber object. She let out a blood-curdling scream that remained stillborn behind the gag. Sim Lee settled into a chair and pulled “Cell 2 Camera Feed” up on the screen. Still in her red wetsuit, she watched the black rubberized object displayed on the screen. The programming soon started. First, the ceiling chains wound back into the ceiling. The rubber object rose from the floor to be suspended about three feet above the floor. The slack in the chains attached to the object’s ankles diminished. Since the chains were anchored about five feet apart to the floor, the rubber object’s legs spread under the tension. The object shook its body and chains rattled but its movement was quite minimal as the taught chains held it securely. ...

The Next Rat Chapter One Sim Lee really wanted her new tenant to set the rat traps in the basement. The girl, Amanda, was perfect. She had recently come to Concord looking for a place that was reasonable (for the area) and close enough to the BART so that she could walk to the commute and ride into the city. The background check checked out favorably. The girl was alone, no permanent attachment, just a few casual friends who would not miss her. She was estranged from any family, having left the small Kansas town against her father’s wish and was now a blowing seed needing a place to land. ...

Feb 5, 2024, 11:35 AM - I’ve been sealed in rubber since 11:00 last night. I am wearing two heavy weight rubber suits, one is shoulder entry, the second suit is a heavy suit designed after a drysuit with waterproof zippers. Even now sweat and piss are sloshing around in the lower part of the suits but there is no leakage. The shifting fluid provides an amazing erotic feeling. It is a cross between a light massage and the water jets of a spa. I know many rubberists prefer caths or some sort of collection bag but for some weird reason, I really get off on knowing I have no control of my body fluids and the rubber seals it all safely inside my rubber world. ...

The decision to do one more heavy rubber session developed early on Tuesday. The Monday session had been ten hours in rubber and there had been minor issues with the bondage strap system. Additionally, ten hours sealed in heavy rubber just didn’t seem to sate my hunger for rubber surrender. I discovered that looping straps around the outside of my thighs and up through the crotch to lock on the waist belt had always been an issue. When seated, the straps would shift and sag loosely. The physics of the system just did not provide a way for the straps to stay tight. Additionally, the second set of chest straps had a similar problem which caused the chest harness to not be snug. ...

Chapter 1 The apartment was perfect! It was a nice upgraded one bedroom place in an older neighborhood near the Concord BART (Bay Area Transit System) stop. It made for an easy commute into the city. She could enjoy the fun and excitement of San Francisco without the super high cost housing. In fact this place was a great deal, under $1,000, which was next to impossible to find in the local market. ...

Chapter 1 – The Trial In the not too distant future the overcrowded prison system reached a tipping point. Many states released those incarcerated that were deemed as non-violent. The problem occurred when many of these criminals offended again. The violence that returned to the streets caused a demand for action. The criminals were running the cities! Honest citizens took to the streets and quietly called for action. Something had to give. The growing crime problem with the revolving-door prison system that seemed to not rehabilitate the criminal element failed to keep the streets safe for law-abiding people. The cost to keep someone jailed was also causing major stress on the jurisdictions. It was Texas that came up with a solution. ...

Rbrbill Exposed – Journal entries of my journey in rubber for the last several years. Some of these writing were completed while sealed in rubber. I left the errors from glove fumbles or restricted vision as they were posted in my FetLife entries. All of these events true. Backgrounder, A profile of a Rubberist I am a lifelong rubberist. I’ve enjoyed all types of rubber and latex including boots, waders, wetsuits, rain gear (rubber only), gloves and latex clothing. I am a total enclosure lover and enjoy sealing myself in total enclosure whenever I can. ...

What had I done to deserve this? What had I done? I am a rubberist. I’ve been one as long as I can remember. I mean my first memory as a child was my sister’s heavy rubber-lined cotton pink rain coat. You know the ones if you can remember back to the mid-1950s. It had those brass-tone buckles… I think four of them… that you pushed the tongue through the female slot then flipped the thing closed. The collar was a stiff corduroy lined rubber. When the top buckled was closed the thing fitted tight to my neck. There was a matching pink rain hat… it was floppy and had a brim all around. I never wore the coat in the rain but I wore it in our apartment in Brooklyn. I felt a certain safety in its cool slick outer shell and the knowledge, even as a little boy, the material would shield me from all manner of evil things… well that was the fantasy I envisioned… total protection from all those bad things out there. ...

I have reached the point in life when I am really alone. There is a sadness as I consider my future. I am still pretty healthy, though I do require a fair amount of meds to remain that way. My family is gone. I look forward to visiting my son in Washington but even his kids are no longer kids. Maybe I will have a chance to see and hold a Great Grandchild in about ten years but until then not much is happening. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Chapter 6 Chapter 7: Population Recover Test Area The hood covering Kaylin’s head was completely soundproof and dark. The thick rubber pressed her eyes shut and some sort of thick foam padding must have been sandwiched between layers of rubber at the ear lobes. The thing pushed the pads deep into her ear canal completing the seal against any outside sounds. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Chapter 5_ Chapter 6: New HAZMAT Environmental Suits The suit was white as snow. It was seamless with attached gloves and socks. The latex was smooth but thickened appreciably from the upper thigh to the foot. The feet were covered with ¼ inch thick latex because of the increased thickness. This made the feet seem to be in some sort of footwear rather than the usual latex stocking of most latex suits. The latex from the mid-chest down to the legs was medium thickness and though stretchy it was still very tight. At the shoulders and the neck opening the latex thinned to allow entry. The matching helmet with attached shirt was designed to put on before the suit and would seal to the upper suit in a tight and fluid resistant seal. The white helmet had a drinking tube wrapped around its exhaust snout while the air intake was a nickel plated snap ring designed to accept either a dedicated air supply or a self-contained breathing tank. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch4: part two Chapter 5: Conditioning and Destination Jason was suspended in the goop and in total darkness. The pressing goop warmed to his body temperature and Jason lost any sensitivity to his skin. The constant pressing disappeared in its sameness. Jason tried to grunt inside his masks but no sound reached his ears. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Chapter 3: Destinations Chapter 4: Mountain Meadows of Bondage 1: Jason’s Gasps Jason Kildare was in desperate straights. He was locked – handcuffed to a chair in front of his computer screen. The screen glowed with a screensaver downloaded from his ex-girlfriend’s machine. His thoughts wandered beyond the “ex-girlfriend” and realized that she would soon be a murderer and he was the victim! His next thought was when found the authorities would look on his death as some sort of autoerotic fantasy gone wrong. They would probably declare his death accidental and not really look too closely into the circumstances surrounding it. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch4: Part One Chapter 4: Mountain Meadows of Bondage 2: Jason Meets Angelina Jason knew nothing but dark now. The computer battery died at some point so now he was alone in the pressing rubber confines of the box and his thoughts. His thoughts were focused on rubber. He saw rubber in every thought. He drank rubber. He smelled rubber. Rubber massaged his body. Rubber filled his mouth. Rubber filled his belly. He was turning to rubber inside and out. He was rubber. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch2: Journeys Part Three Chapter 3: Destinations Work was boring for Jason now. He missed Kaylin and even the anticipation of finding an e-mail or a note from her had helped break the day. It was Wednesday. The boxes were in his closet. He decided he’d better set up the auction for the rubber stuff when he got home after work. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch2: Journeys Part Two Chapter 2 - Journeys Part 3 Jason woke to the pulsing of his cock inside the sheath. As he slowly came to awareness, there was Kaylin sitting on his chest rocking in ecstasy. She rode his sheathed manhood as he watched with a detached fascination. Despite his distaste for the rubber, the sheath raped his body until he had no choice but to follow the building heat of his animal side to aroused explosion. The physical pleasure of release was real but the emotional requirement remained. He reached for Kaylin and pulled her to him in a tight embrace and her immediate response was another rocking explosion as he sucked her tongue and tried to be one with her passion. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch2 Journeys: Part One Chapter 2 - Journeys Part 2 One week had passed when the Jason got the e-mail. He had worn the rubber clothes until bedtime that last day with Kaylin but had removed them for a thankful shower. He had not worn any rubber since then. He still wondered what the spell was Kaylin and rubber held but soon realized that without Kaylin rubber was nothing. This only reinforced his belief that he didn’t have a rubber fetish but did have very strong feelings for a rubberist, aka Kaylin. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch1 Searching: Part Two Chapter 2: Journeys Part 1 Jason took his suit home the next morning. Actually he put it in his car. He drove to work for the first time in months since he had to go straight to work from Kaylin’s place. Kaylin sat in the seat next to him as they traversed the back roads to the Canyon Park business complex. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch 1: Searching Part One Chapter 1 - Searching Part 2 The next morning Kaylin was on the bus she usually took. Her evening had consisted of a quick finger-fuck in her suit, clean up and sleep by midnight. She woke refreshed and ready for the day. ...

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ Chapter 1: Searching Part 1 Kaylin slowly turned the pages of the book. She looked lovingly at each card on the pages. She had sections devoted to the characters from Power Rangers. Each of the cards depicted a pose of the character in the tight spandex suits that were the mark of their superhero status. Each card was behind a protected sheet of plastic and Kaylin even enjoyed lightly touching the protective film. Under the album of trading cards were numerous action figures, still in the original packaging. These were not as exciting as the cards since the shiny plastic was just that. The clothes were part of the figure and not covering some figurine beneath. Kaylin imagined a doll that she could dress in the tight stretchy costume and sighed. ...

continued from chapter 1 Chapter 2: Initial Training Trustee leads me out into a long hall. These are the stacks, tiers of cells line the walk. She leads me down the long corridor. I see nothing but what is in my view. I hear loud muffled noises as I walk but no discernable words reach me. “The residents are welcoming you! You are the first in many months,” Trustee says. I wonder again how long I am remaining in this restrictive and obviously temporary bondage system. ...

Chapter 1 – Rest and Recreation I am taking my usual rest period from my job. The stress of protecting the Boss 24/7 requires major opportunities to relax during those off hours. My choice of rest and recuperation - sealing myself into a rubber suit and taking a long swim is esoteric to the extreme. I strap on flippers and tanks; clamp a diving mask on my face and begin sucking in the cool air mix from the tanks. I drop into the water and slowly begin to paddle in the water. I let myself drop under the surface to the bottom and watch the surface distorting the sunlight. The waves and ripples are an ever-changing kaleidoscope of reflections in silver and shadow. It’s an amazing way to strip the stress of the day away and revel in basic animal desire. I push my hand to my rubberized nether region and work my finger against the button of the dildo buried inside my flower. The thing comes to life and I slowly let my body drift into pre-orgasmic revelry. ...

Follow up to The Agent in Charge, this story is Alexi’s chronicle of what he sees during the story. It kind of fills in the blank spots that the first person telling can leave. I am told to put down the events and thoughts that brought me to this situation I find myself. I must provide a little background for future readers to understand how this happened. I was a new Soviet Man in the mid-1980’s, twenty-four years old and a graduate of the Moscow State University with emphasis in Western culture and economics. I was recruited by the KGB as an analyst. I sat at a desk for six months studying western intelligence report and economic figures. My superiors gave me high praise for my thorough and accurate analysis. I wanted more. I asked for the opportunity to be a field agent, to penetrate the decadent western industrial system and provide analysis of information I provided. The idea of having a field agent who knew what was important seemed like a good one as we often wasted many hours sifting through fluff to find the kernels of truth. ...

continued from Jillian’s Mousetrap part 3 Chapter 1: The Training Continues Master Ambrose, with chilling efficiency, silently laid Jillian (Rubbery Thing) to the floor. He set her right inside the center of the rubber bondage bag. He made sure all of the connection and life sustaining umbilical cords were straight and operating. He slid each mitt-appended arm into internal sleeves. He closed the heavy rubber sack around his prisoner, sealing her rubberized body in even tighter rubber. He attached hoist chains to rings on the bag, lifted Rubbery Thing and swung her over to a thinly padded platform. He lowered her onto the “bed”. Then he immobilized the sack with tie down straps through the multiple rings along its circumference. ...

continued from chapter 2.1 Chapter 2: Embracing a Life Style The exercise equipment stopped its cycle and she slumped against the chains. She knew that after the cycle was completed those evil electric shocks were cut off. She didn’t have long to wait as he must have been in the room. He unhooked her from the device and took her to another part of the house. This was different. She became aroused in her dulled senses as he lifted her onto a soft rubber covered bed. He still chained her feet and arms to the bed but she was in a real bed. He didn’t remove any of the rubber appliances or toys inside her, but she was in a real bed. He quietly pulled a heavy rubber sheet over her body and left the room. She was in peace for the first time since… since… she had no concept of since when. ...

continued from chapter 2.2 Chapter 3: The Fly Paper The note in the mailbox indicated a package needed to be picked up at the Shaw Island Post Office. Ambrose looked at his attire. He was wearing the wetsuit over his more rubbery things but he had that hood and gas mask on. The keys to the locks were at home – as always – to guard against removal while away from the Private Island. The adventure of being sealed in rubber in public turned him into a receptacle of erotic power that demanded attention as soon as possible. Jillian was similarly charged from these trips as well and the two always consummated the return to the private island with a passionate blast of animal lust. ...

continued from chapter 2.3 Chapter 4: Finding Reason Jillian was in rapture! The pulsing thing in her pussy ravaged her core as the electrical stimulation pulsed through her clit and nipples. The tight suction of the bed totally locked her in its merciless embrace and forced her to endure the massive eruptions driving her body response to frenzy. The chains at least gave some give as she pulled at them and she would shake and vibrate in the suspension. The bed was something else again. There was no forgiveness, no allowance for movement; she could only push against the constant press of the unyielding latex and curse her foolishness to not cover her plans better. ...

continued from chapter 2.4 Chapter 5: Justice for All Things Rubber The next morning began with breakfast at nine. Mistress was regal in latex since she was getting herself into character for what would follow. Nurse Middleton was in her latex uniform as expected. Ambrose was wearing his single foundation layer. Mistress had been up since four, despite the long travel day, to prepare for her duties. She took a bath in lilac-scented water. After Nurse toweled her dry, she pulled on the lightly powdered burgundy catsuit and matching gloves. Nurse polished the suit to a resplendent glow of rich red. Mistress tingled with excitement and building arousal as Nurse rubbed the smooth latex skin. The catsuit had attached open hood. Nurse knelt at her feet and pulled black ankle boots with platform heels over her latex shod feet. Nurse buckled two tiny locks to the ankle straps. Her raven black hair was pulled through a reinforced opening at the top of her hood and cascaded over her shoulders. ...

Here is another one to add to the group of short stories as opposed to novelettes…what is fact and what is fiction…you’ll never know After all these years, I’ve slipped back to my roots of rubberism. I am wading again, not just wading in water to my knees or waist but deep water and thick mud. The deeper the water and mud the better! Feeling the gooey mud pressing rubber close about me is the most amazing feeling. The cool from the mud works it way through the layers and keeps me cool even as I exert great effort just to pull my feet out of the bog and sink into the next brown sucking spot. ...

I begin my decent into the world of rubber. It is a methodical decent of stages. One layer at a time I add to my sensual arousal. Each layer tightens the grip of the rubbery skin in which I am enveloped. For me the journey is as important as the arrival. The first layer starts out simple enough… a latex brief with attached sheath and pouch. I pull on a surf suit with a reinforced ring that the sheath and pouch encased jewels slip through with willing ease. The narrow elastic ring tightens behind my balls, locking the jewels into place. ...

Chapter 2: Paulsen House The Paulsen House was the guest “cottage” on the end of the long peninsula at the west end of the island. It would be a good walk before lunch. She figured she’d have to reset the alarm or something. It was breezy and cool as she walked to the Paulsen place. The ten minute walk was invigorating. She let herself in and found the power was off. She checked the alarm panel and tried to reset it but the system didn’t respond. The little power off light winked persistently. She went back to the kitchen. She found the utility room door opened the door. She ran her flashlight over the walls to find the circuit panel. She noticed another door next to the panel as she stepped into the room. The door close behind her closed. It was on a spring. The place was dark as she fumbled with the master switch in the panel. The lights came on. Triumphantly she turned to leave. The door she had entered had no inside knob! ...

Prologue: “Sentence to commence immediately. These proceedings are closed.” The gavel rang down with a loud thwack. “All rise,” called the bailiff as the judge stood from his seat at the bench and went off to his chambers. I stood there…lost for any words or thoughts. The Public Defender stood there. Finally he turned to me. “We can appeal this. I’ll get started on it straight away.” “I don’t get it,” I mumbled. “I didn’t do anything. The charges of insurrection are so absurd.” ...

Chapter 1: The Will The office was dark and gloomy. It exuded old stuffiness. The walls lined with old law books on shelves. The heavy mahogany desk sat in front of windows with drawn curtains to emphasize the gloom. The only light came from a shaded lamp on the corner of the desk. Two leather chairs sat near the desk for clients. The larger leather chair behind the desk indicated the status of its occupant as compared to the lesser individuals who might grace the office. A sofa and coffee table sat against the one open wall for informal discussions. A small serving area had coffee pot, a small selection of very fine spirits, glasses and cups for serving. ...

A continuation from “View of the Mountains” by Catsuitguy In memory of Catsuit Guy. Someone who inspired me with e-mails and messages and whom I hoped to meet one day. This story continues one of his. I hope I do his remembrance justice with this tale. View of the Mountains II August 29, 2001 - My name is Bill Grant. This will be the final notation in this diary. It is appropriate that I close out this chapter during the actual Millennium Year (though 2000 was the chosen year for the world); three years after that fateful event took Richard Palmer, my employer from this life and took me to his house on Orcas Island. So many things happened since that day in February 1998 when I discovered his wife, Kristen sealed in a deprivation cylinder. Her sealed body obviously surrendered to the lusts of rubber as the computer systems took complete control of her life, her desire, and her pleasure. ...

One More Wish by Rbrbill “To the woman with who has everything. Happy Birthday!” Julie is twenty-one today. She is spoiled. The daughter of a wealthy business magnate, Julie lives a pampered life of luxury. Julie lives in her own townhouse, paid for by Daddy. Julie drives a BMW roadster. Julie attends the best eastern school. Julie shows off her wealth any chance she can. Julie pretty much has everything. Julie flaunts her wealth regularly. She looks down on the regular people. She’s a snob. ...

Rbrbill’s Final Conversion Part 2 by Rbrbill Rbrbill’s Final Conversion Part 2 (Shirley’s Journey) Chapter 1 - Thoughts, Feelings, Revelations Several weeks have passed since Rbrbill (Thing) was put into his punishment program. Angelica was in her usual place; sitting on the chaise lounge in the pit while Thing went through the treadmill paces. He’d been at it now over two hours and the heavy steps from his ballet boot shod feet disclosed the exhaustion in his body. The machine stopped for one of the rest cycles. These were always fun since “rest” was really misleading. The stopping of the mill just invoked an enema flush and the firing up of those gloriously pulsating rings. Angelica often fantasized about taking that vibrating monster inside her as she watched it squeezed and relax in rippling massage. She just knew that the same caresses driving Thing to uncontrolled orgasm would surely do the same for her. But he was the Thing and she, the Mistress who had to maintain the discipline and mechanical nature of the regimen. She felt that introducing her hot wet pussy, even rubber-sheathed, onto that rod, no matter how gloriously sensual it might be, would destroy the developing servitude and broken spirit she desired in Thing. ...

Test Tube There is no up. There is no down. I cannot tell any orientation. The sameness pressing against me from every side fades to a constant that I no longer notice. How long have I been in this cocoon? How long will I remain in it? The rest periods are the hardest. Minutes or hours of nothing, no sensory input other than the constant pressure that successfully blends into nothingness. The darkness over my eyes, the lack of sound, the lack of any change in tactile stimulation, the constant presence of the sweet, thick odor of raw rubber in my brain. I have completely lost any sense of time. Have I been here for hours, days or weeks? ...

Prologue I clicked on the e-mail button in the left corner of the site and the e-mail window opened for me. I typed in the body of my message. I reread it to make certain that everything was right. I clicked the “OK” button and the secure screen with address and phone contact number and credit card request appeared. I had reached this screen five times before in the past two months and always hesitated. ...

Chapter One Jo loved the store. She loved stepping into the sensual fantasy world the merchandise hinted of. It was a world of erotic fantasy, sensual passion and desire, a world that only true lovers that honestly exposed their inner desires to each other understood. Not many people really took the step into the world the wares in the store promised but for those who did, Jo understood and welcomed. She always enjoyed helping a customer with critical questions on the use of the more exotic merchandise. She enjoyed it when she and Loni tested out some contraption that they didn’t fully understand. ...

continued from part 2 Chapter 3: Reinforced Rubber Encasement Jillian was numbed. She had been in this small room for unknown hours…days? She was trained and responding to the orders without hesitation. She had just finished her cleansing break and was expecting to be put in exercise mode. The other door latch on the other door in the room clicked. “Proceed into the next room.” Jillian trotted to the door. Anything to break the boredom of this routine! She literally flew into the next room. ...

Looking at what happened yesterday, I realized that my life would never be the same. Curt had phoned me at the office and wanted to see me at lunch. He asked me to meet him at the Wilshire Room, a pretty exclusive spot about ten minutes walk from the office. I wasn’t really sure what was up as I picked up my bag and headed for the door. Walking out into the bright sunlight, I headed for the restaurant. Each step produced a swishing sound as the latex legs of the bike shorts I was wearing under my dress brushed against one another. I looked furtively about wondering if passer-by’s heard the sound and guessed my secret. I shouldn’t have been concerned. I did begin to worry a little that sweat may find its way out from the bottom of the shorts and spot my dress. I remember the giggles from kids one day when I had made the mistake of jogging with just the shorts under my fleece suit and the sweat spread about my legs. I never made that mistake again; I wear full latex coverage when I jog now. ...