Joe had heard about the fantastic emporium from a mention on one of the alt groups and he could hardly believe the comments. They mentioned a large multi floor premises, with rooms above, and separate departments for many different types of rubber goods. He read about rooms selling enema gear, special rubber "hospital" beds with attachments, rubber and mackintosh raincoats and outer clothes, and yet more sections selling mackintosh and rubber sheeting of all kinds. There was even a large room with several changing rooms for the purchase of highly specialised rubber, rubberised, and mackintosh underclothes.

The final mention was of a rubber boots and shoes department, which also stocked many rubber bondage items, with a good stock of rubber collars, corsets, gloves, stockings, and so many other accesories.

He could hardly wait to visit the shop located in a suberb of South London. Joe had been born in Scotland, before the second world war, and it was now 1970. He had been married for a few years, but his wife couldn't cope with his interest in rubber, and they had parted rather sadly. He had had a wonderful girl friend, christine, at university, who often used to wear a rubber mackintosh raincoat which was stunning. He never dared to tell her that he was crazy about rubber and macs, as he was frightened to lose her, and he had always wished that he had indeed mentioned it, but they had slowly drifted apart as she seemed to lose interest in him. They had had some good times together, and had even slep together on two occasions. He had detected that there seemed to be something missing. He would have given anything to find that she had liked rubber things, but he was so scared, and lost the opportunity to tell her when she went abroad.

Ironically, her father owned a factory in Manchester making rubber lined clothes and hospital sheets, and he had no idea of what other items he was concerned with. He longed to ask her, but dare not. His earliest memories were of a rubber mackintosh sheet under his bottom sheet in his crib, and then on his bed, and he vaguely remembered wearing rubber pants over his nappies(diapers). When he was 3 his mother had taken him to the shops and bought him a little red rubber mackintosh raincoat, and he used to love wearing it. It had an odd smell which seemed to bring back some old memories, which he could not understand.

One day, his mother had to leave him unattended in the house, and he was shut into his bedroom, and all he had was his toys to play with. She told him that she would not be too long, and indeed, was only out for two hours or so. This was time enough for him to find, at the age of five, that he loved wrapping his rubber mackintosh sheet from his bed round him, and then putting on his little red rubber raincoat. He got a strange sensation in his lower body, but didnt know why. It was the noise, odour and feel of the rubberised fabric that really affected him. He loved the crinkling sound it made, and the smell was almost intoxicating, especially when it got warm. Just in time, he took off the rubber things and dressed in his normal clothes, putting them away in the cupboard. He didn't need the rubber sheet any more, as he was always dry now, but his mum had told him that they had better keep the rubber sheetjust in case he had a wetting spell. This was fortunate as Joe knew that he could play with the rubber sheet again. Joe's mum had apparently thrown away his rubber pants, for, in any case,they would not have been wearable as he was growing so fast.

During the first part of the war, the family lived in another suberb and in an enormous block of flats. One day, he met a nice little girl of his own age, and they would play frequently in her parent's flat. On one occasion, when he was in the toilet, he found a very odd apparatus on the inside of the door. It consisted of a red rubber bag, from which was a long thick red rubber tube, ending in a strange short rubber tube with openings near the end, whilst the other end tapered out to a wider diameter, so that it could be connected to the long rubber tube. It's strong smell of rubber fascinated him, and he could not think what it was for. Also hanging on a bar accross the door was a large rubber mackintosh sheet, just the same kind as he used to have on his bed, and a sort of red colour. He took it off the rail and put it around his face, and breathed in the strong odour of rubber. It was marvellous. He thought he had better quickly put it back on the rail, and he thought he would ask his friend, Patricia, what all the rubber stuff was for. She laughed when he did, and explained that all her family had regular clean outs of their insides. He still did not understand, so she explained that her mother would first put a sort of jelly in her bottom, then wiggle her finger in and out, and then gently push the red tube end up her.

Patricia used to love it, but kept it secret, as she thought she should not be enjoying it. Her mum would already have prepared the enema bag, with very warm water, in which she had dissolved some soap. There was a little clip near the bottom of the long rubber tube, and this was to stop the water leaking, and she would connect the end of the red rubber tube to the enema nozzle and then start her enema. She used to like it too, and asked Joe if he would like to try it. She would have to use just warm water as she didn't want her mum to see that she had used any of the special soap.

Patricia first put the rubber sheet on the bottom sheet of her bed, and asked Joe to lie on it face down. It was so big that his face could not help but rest on the rubber mackintosh sheet, so he could breathe in it's odour, without Patricia knowing that he was really enjoying it. He breathed in deeply, and Patricia gently greased his butt, then pushed the enema tube up his rectum. He took about four inches of it, and it felt wonderful. He had had no idea how great a rubber tube stuffed up his bott could be. She opened the valve, and suddenly a whoosh of water entered his rear. He was frightened at first, but Patricia encouraged him, and saw with amazement his little penis get bigger and bigger. He had wondered what was going on, but he knew that he was enjoying it. Patricia asked him if he could let her play with his willy, and he enthusiastically encouraged it. Joe loved the feeling when Patricia played with his little penis, especially as she pulled the mackintosh up round him, in between his legs. She seemed to guess that he loved the feel of the rubber.

After he had taken his enema, he evacuated and much came out as a result. He asked Patricia if she would like him to do the same for her, and she invited him to do to her exactly what she had done for him. When she had been receiving her rubber enema for a while, she asked him to feel her in between her legs. She loved his fondling, and so he admitted how muych he had enjoyed beeing made to lie on the rubber mackintosh sheet.

They were to repeat the episode many times, and Patricia found some more rubber mackintosh sheets and clothes around, and they both enjoyed wearing some very old adult rubber pants. But, disaster was to strike, and Patricia's family emigrated to the United States at the beginning of the war. He never heard from Patricia again, and he wondered who was enjoying her administrations with rubber now!

Now, he was approaching the Rubber Emporium that he had heard and read about. He somewhat shyly looked in the windows and saw several tailors dummies supporting all manner of rubberised garments. There was a fabulous red rubber mac, some adult rubber pants, and so many other rubber things. He could even see a complete rubber enema kit supported at the back of the window. In the other window was a group of rolls of various rubber and mackintosh sheets. He could hardly take his eyes off the spectacle. In a minute or so, he summoned up courage to enter the door in between the windows.

Ahead of him were three doors, and a staircase, presumably leading to rooms above. He entered into a room labelled as rubber and mackintosh undergarments. The room was very well lit, and he could see several counter displays of all manner of pants, vests, and even pyjamas. As his eyes were feasting at the incredible sight of all the rubber clothes, a very attractive girl, dressed in a pink mackintosh skirt and top appeared and gave him an enormous smile. She remarked that she hadn't seen him before in the Rubber Emporium, and gave him an enormous welcome. His eyes ogled at her, and his nose overloaded with the odour of rubber coming from her clothes. She seemed to smile so knowingly at him. "You see, we all like rubber and mackintosh here, and love working for Christine, the owner."

He gave just a little startled intake of breath, as he remembered the lovely Christine who he had so much admired so long ago. She told him that Christine would be coming down shortly, and would welcome him, as she liked to meet all her customers. The lovely assisstant in the swishing pink mackintosh skirt and top said that her name was Jane, and invited him to look and feel all the mackintosh and rubber foundation garments. He went over to a display of mackintosh pants, and couldn't believe the smooth soft feel of the material. He found a pair of mackintosh pants with short legs, which had an elasticated waist which was quite high up, just the kind that he had dreamed about. As he fondled them, and wished that he could try them on, he could hear them crackle and rustle in the way that only the best of rubberised materials would do.

He somewhat shyly asked the price, and this was quite reasonable. He asked for two pairs, and then he gave a gasp as Jane invited him to try them on. He asked if he could see some other mackintosh garments first, and try them all on at once. He picked up a long white mackintosh vest, and a pair of rubber nappies, made in an amazing pink rubber material, obviously many years old. She pointed out a dressing room at the end of the shop, at the back, and he leapt at the chance to see if they would feel as fantastic as he thought they would. Jane suggested that he could keep on a pair of mackintosh pants, and any other garments, if he was to buy them, which he decided, without hesitation, that he would.

When he entered the changing room, he saw a quite large room, for a changing one, well decorated, with a large rubber sheeted bed against a wall, and some chairs round the walls on which he could leave any clothes he wanted to. There were several hooks on the wall for coats etc, but on one he saw the most magnificent mackintosh dressing gown that he had ever seen. It was made of a very soft rubberised fabric, and this was lined with rubber on both sides. He took it off it's hook, and undressed so he could first pull up the rubber nappie, put on the mackintosh pants and vest, then get dressed in the mackintosh gown.

It felt exquisite, and it had the most pronounced rubber odour. He longed to have it for himself, and saw a price tag on it, which he could well afford. The bed was not made up and the mattress's light red coloured sheet was completely covering it, and was tucked round the mattress on both sides of the bed. A brief touch and sniff of the sheet proved his suspicion that it was again made of rubber mackintosh. Not only did the bed look inviting, but he noticed a mackintosh covered pillow at the top of the mackintoshed bed. He turned round and carefully looked around the room, andsaw some shelves also having some mackintosh sheets on them, carefully wrapped up and neatly folded. He longed to play with one, and wrap it round his body, and if only he could meet a loving woman who could enjoy all these treats with him. He draped one of the thinner white mackintosh sheets round his body, and lay down on the mackintoshed bed in extasy. The mackintosh felt wonderful on him, it's cold surface and strong odour giveing such sensual feelings. He knew that he would be spending a lot of money in the store, and would return often. He wondered how many other customers the rubber Emporium had.

He decided that he had better not stay too long in the mackintosh dressing room, so got dressed again, but he kept on the mackintosh pants, rubber nappy and mackintosh vest, all of which gave him a permanent erection. He would have liked to leave a mackintosh sheet wrapped around him, from the back of his neck, down his back, then in between his legs, and up his front, and tied round his neck again, so he could breathe the odour of the rubberised material stretched round his face. He longed to do just this at home, but there was so much more to see.

As he came out of the changing room, he could hear the loud embarrassing crackle of his mackintosh underclothes, and wondered how he would cope with it. It thrilled him, and he had never been so enthralled with the feel of mackintosh. he got the shock of his life as he walked noisily across the room, for there was Christine, his university sweetheart. She was dressed in the same red rubberised mackintosh that she had worn so many years ago, and he wondered what she was wearing underneath! She beamed at him with recognition, and they both shouted out that if they had only known of their mutual interest! She explained that she owned the shop, and asked Joe if he would like to retire to her rooms above and have some coffee and refreshments. Christine explained quickly to Jane about the coincidence, and off they went through a doorway from the department to a staircase leading up to her apartment.

She opened the door to her rooms, and he saw immediately that there was mackintosh all over the place. Even the curtains seemed to be made of fairly thick rubberised fabric, and even the sofa was totally covered in pink mackintosh, smooth to the touch, and just that little bit shiny, which was to be expected from old material. He could hardly believe that he was with her again. She teasily asked him to wait, while she made some coffee, and invited him to look in her coat cupboard in the hallway. He sauntered over to the cupboard, opened it, and saw dozens of rubber mackintoshes in various colours and styles. Some were even made of double sided mackintosh material, smooth on both sides, and having the most strong smell of rubber. The styling was immaculate, and she must look fantastic in all of them.

After a few minutes, Christine returned with some coffee and cakes, but she had also changed. She was wearing the most fantastic one piece mackintosh boiler suit, with buttons up the front, and leggings. It was made of light red rubberised fabric, and as he ogled at her in it, she admitted that it was rubberised inside as well. She commented that it was her favourite rubber garment, and she loved to rest, or even sleep in it. She found it so arousing, and many were the times that she had thought of him, and wished that he had liked rubber. She came up to him, and they wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace. Joe could feel her naked body inside the mackintosh, and she could feel his manhood inside his rubber napppy clamped by his mackintosh pants. He was so worked up, and enthralled by her very presence.

Christine was gasping with pleasure, and they both longed to talk and talk about their lives, from where they had left off. Christine said that she had been so much in love with joe, but thought that sooner or later, the subject of rubber would have to crop up, and that this would result in their breakup. She had never found any man who she could fall in love with, and few had the same interests as she did in addition to rubber and mackintosh. She was fascinated with science, and loved music. She was very much an intellectual, and loved travel, especially to countries with an interesting historical background. She had always been a fabulous cook, which Joe well knew, and loved friendship with someone with the same interests.

She had travelled widely around the world, working her way as a nanny, and had always been on the look out for mackintosh sheeting, and any types of rubber sheeting which could be glued into garments for rubber underwear. She had found several promising sources, which she noted, and she also brought back home many samples.

Soon after she had returned from abroad, her father died, and she had to take over his business, with the help of her mother. It was a coincidence that it was one involved with the rubberising of various types of sheeting, rubber mackintosh hospital sheeting being one of it's specialities. The company also made many other rubber products, including all types of enema tubes, bags, bulbs, nozzles and syringes. It specialised in many types of rubber tubing, mostly red and black, and one department made rubberised and mackintosh clothing for use in hospitals, and for incontinence patients. She never liked to ask customers if they bought rubber clothes and apparatus for pleasure, or if it was for medical purposes. She was always curious though, and wanted to find a way to find out.

She had always loved the feel and odour of rubber and mackintosh clothes and sheets since childhood, and there was always a supply of these at home, as her father used to bring samples home to use and test. She often suspected that her father and mother liked the materials, but she was not quite sure, so she never confided until her father had died. Her mother gave her carte blanche to search the factory for various old samples, and she soon found the most amazing collection of wonderful materials which she was convinced that she could sell, and help the firm survive.

She particularly watched all letters of enquiry, and was soon able to tell if they were from rubber enthusiasts or from medical sources. She expanded the fetish side of the business, as the medical side slowly fell, as plastics took over so many of the requirements. She tried stocking and manufacturing plastic materials, but she couldn't compete with newly established large companies.

So, she took stock, and contacted the sources she had found on her travels. She also looked around for imported supplies of fetish goods in the rubber and mackintosh line. She found that she could purchase some good quality materials from Malasia and Japan, but the price of these was rising fast as companies went out of business. She had thousands of yards of materials from her old manufacturing plant, and set aside a life time's supply for herself, and anyone she might meet one day. She used the rest to boost the new business which she now ran very successfully.

Getting new materials was difficult, but she still had enough of them for many years to come. Through her many contacts, she gained customers from all over the world, and business got better and better. Christine had an army of girls willingly making up mackintosh and rubber pants for her customers, and she made many types of specialised clothes for the real deep enthusiasts.

Some of the more unusual garments and rubbery items were sspecially made by her best workers, who were happy to make up anything that a customer might dream up. Christine told Joe that after the shop closed, she would love to take him all over the building to show him as many of the items as he would enjoy seeing. It would be wonderful to see just what would thrill him the most, and it was obvious to Joe that nothing was barred.

Joe asked her for her own favourites, and somewhat shyly, she admitted that she not only was crazy about the feel, look and smell of mackintosh clothing, but she loved breathing rubber with a complicated rubber mackintosh face mask which she had had specially made by one of her helpers. She admitted to him that there was more, but that he should take his turn and tell her about his likings and desires. What would his dreams be, and what were his fantasies?

Joe told her of his longing for rubber and mackintosh clothes since he was a child, and of his adventures with Patricia. He was nervous about admitting his interests in rubber enemas, but his dear Christine held him tight as he talked about it. She held his penis through his mackintosh pants and fondled him gently all the time he was talking. He had never been so thrilled, and when he had finished talking about his past, including his failed marriage, she suggested that they should go down stairs and tour the building.

But first, she wanted to wrap a mackintosh sheet around him, so she lowered his trousers, and pants, took off his rubber nappy, and then his mackintosh vest, then she tied a white mackintosh sheetround his neck front, dropped it down his body, and then pulled up the lower end so that it could be tied round his neck again, and clamp the top of the front right round his face. Joe found the feeling sensational, but then she pulled up his mackintosh pants, and finally his trousers. Joe had taken off his shirt, but Christine pulled it over him again, and then his pullover, so no one could tell that he was surrounded by mackintosh. As they walked over to the stairs, he could not only hear his mackintosh underclothes crackling, but he was also well aware that her mackintosh boiler suit was very noisy indeed. It must have been the double rubber lining that helped the sound! She led him downstairs, and wished Jane a good night, after she had told her that there were no other customers expected. She walked over to the other departments, and wished everyone a good night. It was obvious that she was so well liked, and the friendliness was so marked.

"Now I can show you all the rubber and mackintosh goods that I have in the store, and we can have some fun, as no-one will disturb us. All the curtains are drawn, so we can both enjoy ourselves!"

"Lets go and see the mackintosh sheeting first, and see if you like the different types."

They walked over to the rolls of mackintosh and rubber sheeting, and Christine pulled out a cupboard door, to expose yet more rubberised fabrics. He could see exposed mackintosh sheeting in white, blue, pink, rose, and hospital red. On looking further, he found some with a different colour on each side, pink and white, pink and blue, or rose with white. The fabric's appearance was slightly shiny, as he had remembered the material from his youth. The mackintosh had an extremely strong odour, again, as he had recalled from childhood. Indeed, it almost overpowered him, and he could hardly stop breathing in the wonderful odour. He picked up a folded length of white mackintosh sheeting, rubberised on both sides, and noticed it's amazing crinkling noise.

As he fondled it, he could hear the swishing sound that the sheeting made when two layers rubbed against each other. The sound was heavenly, but so was the sight of the folds changing constantly as the sheet flopped around. When he replaced it on the counter, it made a loud rubbery flopping noise, which could not have been anything but very high quality mackintosh. The mackintosh sheeting was sometimes available in two or even three different thicknesses. He liked the thinnest, and the intermediate ones best, the thinnest one being perfect for underclothes, and the thicker one for making general items of outside clothing. While he was looking at the samples, Christine slowly and gently put her hand down the front of his trousers, and inside his mackintosh pants, and grasped him with the inside layer of white mackintosh sheeting. She slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, which was already standing at attention, and he just could not believe that he was wide awake.

It was difficult to concentrate on examining the different samples of mackintosh, and there was Christine grinning at him as she was fondling him through the mackintosh. He asked her how muuch the various types of mackintosh would cost, but Christine said that he must not worry about that for the time being, as he was her guest for the night. He turned round to face her, and placed his hand in front of her crotch area, and gently pushed his finger along her track to the clitoris. His other hand supported her mackintoshed back, and he thrilled to her moans of pleasure as she became more and more excited. She was repeating again and again his name, and he was himself in quite a state.

Suddenly, she stopped fondling him, and suggested that they should have a look at more materials, so he could find out just what he liked best. She found a roll of very old bubbly rubber sheeting, about five feet wide, and made by the old Kleinert company. It brought back some memories that he had forgotten, and he found it irresistable. It took him back so many years to babyhood, and it was the smell that once again was the strongest memory. It was made of little bubbles of rubber, and it actually consisted of two rubber sheets, sealed together in the little pockets of bubbles. It was obvious to Christine that he was enjoying it, and she pulled down his trousers, and wrapped some of the pink bubbly material round him, inside the long mackintosh sheet.

She pulled up the mackintosh pants again, to clamp the pink rubber inside the long sheet. Then she slowly but strongly moved her hand up and down his penis. he purred with pleasure, and Christine knew that she had found one of the materials that he really liked in addition to the various mackintosh sheets. He managed to continue to look at the materials and found some old white rubber sheeting, quite thin, and about 54 inches wide. Once again, he recalled the strong odour of old rubber, and here was the very same sheeting that he had had used under him in his pram, and which he used to ruffle up round his body, even as a very young child. She explained to him that she had very large quantities of all these sheets, and wondered if he would like any clothes made up in them. He longed for a pair of rubber pants in the material, and Christine admitted that she would love to thrill him with a pair as a present, one of many that she would give him to excite him. He saw more and more materials, some rubberised on one side only, whilst others were proofed on both sides.

They decided to move on to the next department. It was the enema equipment room. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be, but she soon knew that he was excited, for he tented very rapidly when he first saw the red enema rubber bags hanging on the wall above the counter. every type of rubber tubing was on show, mostly red in colour, and with varying wall thicknesses and outside diameters.

Once more, the rubber had a strong smell of hospital rubber, very evocative, and highly pliable. There were all manner of nozzles mostly in red rubber, although some were ceramic or metal. Christine showed him many rubber pump bulbs and syringes, together with various types of reservoir. Just along from the enema counter was a narrow enema bed, fitted with a thin rubber mattress, covered with some red rubberised hospital mackintosh, similar to the sheeting that he had already seen.

It looked so inviting, and Christine asked him if he had ever had an enema. He replied that he must have been given one as a young child, then told her about his antics with Patricia as a young lad at the block of flats. She seemed to blush at this, but asked him if he would like one later, telling him that she had had some nurse training over the years. He longed for one to be administered by her, and Christine promised to give him one later. The mackintosh protected enema bed was on wheels, so it could easily be moved around with the enema subject on it. It had receptacles for poles which could be fitted to hold rubber enema bags suspended above the bed. He noticed some rubber enema pants stored under the rubber mattress on a shelf. They looked very inviting, and had a built in red rubber enema nozzle passing through the rear, just where one's anus would be. The nozzles were all real rubber, not latex, and quite pliable, with a comfortable tip with several side holes, to distribute the enema flow all around the rectum. It extended about 8 inches from the anus hole, just about right for a good insertion.

He noticed one model of red rubber enema pants which had strongly elasticated legs and waist line, to keep any enema outflow from getting out from the rubbery pants. This looked so exciting, and Christine asked him if he would like to try a pair on right then. He blushed furiously, and admitted that he would, so Christine undressed Joe completely, and pulled up the rubber enema pants, first easing the lubricated red rubber enema nozzle inside him, then carefully pulling up the pants, and allowing the elasticated legs and waist to enclose his middle area. She told him that she had had the idea of using them as rubber punishment enema knickers, with a red rubber bulb pump connected to an enema liquid holder resting on the victimes back. He hugged her as she said this, and begged her to give him treatment with the rubber enema pants. Christine reached for a rubber Higgenson pump, and connected it to a all rubber Paris bag, then filled it from a tap just behind the counter.

Then, she added a clamp and hung the red rubber bag round the back of his neck. He felt the red rubber tube drop down his back, to the rubber bulb, then she connected the bulb's output to the red rubber enema nozzle end sticking out of the back of the rubber enema pants, after pumping out the air. After checking that he was comfortable, she pulled his mackintosh sheet round him again, and pulled up his original pants to clamp the rest of the rubber things in place. She asked him to wait for a moment, as she would get him a mackintosh dressing gown which would please him. She helped him into it on her return, and he was complete!

She lovingly gave the rubber bulb a little pump, enough to allow him to feel a little enema flow into him, but not enough to cause him any discomfort. He felt so conspicuous in his rubber attire, but not muych more than Christine did in her mackintosh boiler suit. They continued to visit different areas, and he was amazed at the enormous selection of rubberised raincoats and mackintosh rain dresses in stock. Christine reminded him that her make up girls would try and make up any desired garment, no matter how odd, and she had such an enormous business making up items for clients all over the world.

He passed through a department stocking all manner of rubber boots and shoes, with rubber waders, really heavy rubber industrial clothing, and even heavy rubber straight jackets. Some of these had holes in them for the insertion of rubber enema tubes for punishment. When they entered the bedding room, he could hardly believe some of the items on show. One bed caught his glance, and was obviously worth close examination. The whole mattress had a series of rubber tubes running round it inside, through which, Christine explained, one could pass through water of any temperature from a pump reservoir which had a heater and thermostat. The mattress was lined in red rubber hospital mackintosh, and had a mackintosh pillow at its head. The exhibit was shown with another mackintosh sheet tucked in on either side, and at the bottom. This rubber mackintosh sheet seemed to be about 5 feet wide, and looked magnificent.

Under the bed were cupboards for keeping any required equipment, and shown were heavy rubber bedpans and enema apparatus. There was a long red heavy rubber curtain on a rail surrounding the mackintosh protected bed. Wherever he went with Christine, the odour of old hospital rubber was extremely strong, which helped keep him very stimulated indeed. Even the appearance of the surface of the mackintosh sheets was erotic, and he longed to lie down on the special mackintosh covered beds. He longed for Christine to force him to lie down on a mackintosh, absolutely nude, and then cover him with noisy rubber mackintosh sheets. He longed for his new rubber enema nurse to treat him lovingly and soothingly when he was on a rubber covered enema bed. He longed for her to uncover him, and pull up over his naked body some heavily rubberised enema pants with a specially long red rubber nozzle, reaching right up his colon really deeply. He had never tried bondage, as he had never met a girl who would like it, but he had the idea that Christine might put rubber collars round his feet and hands, and affix these to the extremities of the rubber enema bed. He had been dreaming again, and there was so much more to see. They had reached the rubber bondage department, and he saw so many types of rubber collars, heavy rubber gloves, very heavy rubber mackintosh straight jackets and clothes, and many other pieces of "furniture", made of rubber, or mackintosh, made for punishment of one kind or another.

As he was leaving the room, he spied what Christine described as a spanking chair, a very large stool with arms, and a red rubber mackintosh sheet attached to the top of the tilted back, but drooping down the front. The back had a padded red rubberised fabric attached to it, so the victim could lie against it, on his or her front. This would mean that the victim would breathe in the odour of the rubber cushion at the top of the back, while the master could fold the bottom of the red rubber mackintosh round the victim's back, well tucked round the crotch. Christine said that it might be fun to make the victim wear mackintosh pants, clamping the red rubber sheet round the buttocks. This would enhance the sound of the spanking, and would take away slightly any sting from the rubber whip or other torturous instrument. Joe could see that there were rubber collars and restraints around the back and underneath the chair so that arms and legs could be strapped in place. There would be no way of escape for the victim. Christine remarked that the chair could also be ideal for giving punishment rubber enemas.

He wondered if she would like such an experience, and wondered if she had ever been in the chair, or had been the torturer! It might be a very erotic masochistic experience for him; a gentle rubber spanking, followed by a rubber enema in which he had to wear the red rubber enema pants and have the mackintosh sheet all round him. He fantasised about the wearing of a complicated rubber and mackintosh gas mask which he might be forced into, and made to breathe in a mixture of oxygen and ann erotic special anaesthetic, which would enhance his sense of smell and feeling.

But, finally, there was the real rubber gasmask and hood section. Christine took him up to a magnificent red rubber mask, with red rubber tubes feeding the nostrils. Another tube, much larger, was fixed to the mouth area, so the wearer could put the mask on, and breathe in absolute safety. She wondered if he would like to try it on, and he certainly did. It was partly made with hospital red mackintosh sheeting, rubberised on both sides, and partly with rubber. The seams were glued together, and the base of the mask could be wrapped round the wearers neck, and a rubber strap tightened round so as to make the rubbery mask almost airtight, except for the rubber intake and output rubber tubes. The mask had a powerful zip at the back. Christine slowly lowered the rubber mask over joe's head, and he could easily breathe in the strong odour of the rubber. it rustled and crackled loudly as she pulled it over his head, and it fitted well, and was not too tight, so the mackintosh sections crackled and flapped in and out as he breathed.

Christine connected the nostril tubes to a small pump, which worked quite quietly, and easily gave him enough air. He breathed out through the larger red tube, which she had drooped down the inside of the mackintosh sheet which had been wrapped round his body length. He could feel the hot air which he breathed out around his crotch, making him even more excited. Christine connected a mixer valve to the pump input, and gave him a wiff of pure oxygen gas, just enough to make him erotically stimulated. She then gave him another wiff of oxygen, by squeezing a red rubber breathing bag, made of very pliable shiny red rubber, which brought back the strong odour of rubber. As he breathed in and out, and the mask's mackintosh material was being sucked nearer and further away from his cheeks, Christine put her hand down inside his mackintosh pants, and fondled him. After a while, she asked him to give her the same treatment with another similar rubber gasmask.

She passed one to him, and showed him the second pump, which also had a rubber breathing bag. He lovingly pulled the rubber mask over her head, and poositioned the rubber breathing tubes just as she had for him. Her exhaust one ran down the front of her body, and ended up in front of her clit where it would give her some stimulation. He also connected a mixer tap, so he, too, could add a little oxygen to her air intake. He carefully pulled the rubber cords round her neck, and pulled up the zip, making her mask airtight. She was breathing heavily, and started moaning loudly inside the rubber mask. He knew that she was feeling highly aroused, and he gently fondled her clitoris through her mackintosh boiler suit, that she was still wearing. He turned on the oxygen, and squeezed the rubber breathing bag and quite suddenly, Christine had an enormous orgasm. She squeezed him firmly through his mackintosh, and they were both so highly aroused.

Christine wondered if she should tell him about the aphrodisiac which she had discovered which she had mmixed into the oxygen's rubber breathing bag which greatly enhanced the erotic feelings of the patient. She had discovered it in the far east, and was an astonishing aphrodisiac, particularly enhancing the senses of feeling and smell. She had tried it on herself, and many customers had also tried it with amazing results. It was not dangerous, nor habit forming, and she could get supplies sent over quite easily. Fortunately, it was not an illegal one, as it was hardly known to the medics. It was only necessary to pass oxygen over it, the secret herb being placed in a little container put into the rubber bag through which the gas or air passed.

When they had both calmed down, Christine suggested that they should go up to her quarters, and have a good meal, and later make up for all the years that they had been taking their own ways before meeting again.