Rockford Man Part I

This story is only for women - men are forbidden to read this. You must leave this and offer the story to your girl friend, or wife if you dare. Males if you do read further you will spoil the surprise. It is full of help for your needs and is full of information that you should not be interested in. Your woman will find this very interesting and later she will test you if you have read this. If you have you will find you have made a big mistake. Males must be courageous and avoid your curiosity and when you let your woman read this you will certainly have a much better sex life.

If you do read further you will definitely not and you will not appreciate what you would have enjoyed if you were foolish enough to read further. Ladies read on now and remember to follow the rules if you find any male has been foolish enough to continue reading.

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Knocking on the large black door with the large brass knocker from the Lion's mouth, Jean was filled with trepidation. The interview had taken some arranging and she had told her husband that that evening she would be arranging something special. It had been a condition of the interview. Her husband was now very curious she was sure, as he had gone to work thinking he was going to get something very special in the evening. He knew it was his birthday and she hadn't even mentioned the fact. She was sure he thought she had not forgotten and was arranging a surprise. How right he was, but even she did not know what a surprise it was going to be.

She waited for a while it all had started from answering an intriguing advert in the back pages of her Sunday paper, under the Ladies personal marriage guidance column, because it had intrigued her. It had caught her eye because of the bold print at the start of the ad "ARROGANT MEN TAMED." She heard at last the footsteps harsh and loud of steel tipped shoes on stone. The door opened and she was taken aback at what she saw. She had never expected this creature before her.

She had come along and was taken in with all the hype the professional sales lady had given her over the phone and the rather sexy way she had intimated over the phone, that the problems with her marriage would be soon solved. She had related briefly, her problems and the lady was ahead of her, as soon as, she had mentioned her husbands uncaring attitude and arrogant behavior. It was as if she knew exactly, what she was talking about and had been there before. She was most intrigued when, she said that her husband had been like hers, but now was the most attentive and loving you could imagine and was now under her control completely.

She had marveled at the 6" stiletto heeled thigh high booted woman, who had met her at the door and invited her to enter. She was shocked as the woman wore a tight black rubber corset with suspenders attached to rubber stockings disappearing in her black thigh high booted legs with those, six-inch stiletto heels. She wore rubber gloves arm length and round her neck she wore a thick black leather collar with three inch steel spikes all round it.

Well she was taken aback at the appearance of this lady, who was dressed like what could only be described as a S & M mistress, she had read about in the magazines her husband had hidden in the house she had found when, she was cleaning above the cistern in the toilet, obviously hidden from her view. Naturally, whilst looking for some old heirloom she had also, come across some of these magazines in the attic. She had at first assumed they were from his past, but had marked them carefully and replaced them in an order she knew. Later, she learned that the magazines were not old, at all and more than that, they appeared to be in frequent use. It was then she had sought help in the columns of the paper. This is what had brought her here in front of the very kind of woman her husband obviously liked looking at, in those explicitly written sexual magazines.

The woman indicated for her to step into her office, which looked more like a dentist than a normal office. "Hi, I am Christina and I am here to help you," she said and continued, "I take it you are Jean and our phone conversations and the questionnaire you kindly filled in have shown me I am the right therapist for your marriage problems.

"Sit down Jean," she said in a commandingly firm voice, she continued, I have read your questionnaire and let me tell you this is quite normal behavior for some men. My man was like this too, through my treatment, he no longer looks at magazines, or more accurately he cannot look at those magazines, or even other women for that matter. Jean saw a flirting smile cross the woman's face. She continued, I think he would want to, but that is the beauty of my treatment a cure for his desires, and a cure for mine." Jean continued to marvel, at the woman, who then sat opposite her in another leather back chair. Her chair she noticed was more upright and had very large black leather studded backrest. She mused how expensive all this furniture was. She herself, had wanted to choose another chair than the woman had indicated, less like a dental chair, but the firm voice of this towering rubber encased woman alarmed her and she meekly sat on the chair upright the woman had pointed to. She had found that her feet could not actually touch the floor and had to lift her feet onto the footrest on the chair.

"Hiding magazines is quite normal for men," she said. She continued, "they like to fantasize with the women in the picture especially if they are dominant women. They are afraid to ask their wives for such treatment, as they are afraid they will be shocked. The fact is that men are very much different from women and masturbate a lot; these magazines give them that opportunity. It is usually because; the wife has become bored with the routine of sex. Do I shock you?" "No," I said, " I had read about these things, but didn't believe my man was doing that." "They all do it and this is the really best thing about their nature, you take advantage and use it, for your purposes, it is just a matter of knowing, what to do and how to turn it to your advantage. In my husbands case he turned from arrogance, to an adoring helpful and considerate husband, then he hasn't much choice now, I completely control all his desires and his desires now are to fulfill my wishes. It isn't a case of denying him sex anymore; indeed he is practically unable to ask for anything. He now waits in earnest for even the prospect of a reward and if it is sex then it is on my terms." She said, ominously. "Care to learn more?"

Well, I was getting very intrigued and really curious and I was actually getting wet thinking of what she was saying and I was getting a little distracted. The smell of rubber was filling my nostrils and I could smell another slight smell, I couldn't actually believe it though, it was the smell of a man. I dismissed it as silly, but I was really getting hot. I looked again at the rubber-clad woman and started thinking, what it would be like with a woman. "I can see what your thinking." She said, what did she mean surely not what I was thinking about now. "Do you want to join with me and correct this man thing, I can show you how?"

"Please lean back in the chair and keep your head facing the mirror behind me," she said exuding confidence and a professional attitude. She came round behind me and I heard a fumbling as she appeared to busy herself behind the chair. "Face the front and keep your head back, as you were told. Don't be afraid I am not going to harm you," she said in a commanding tone, which did little to reassure me, that I had bitten of more than I could chew. I saw her in the mirror now standing behind me. I wanted to turn and look at what she was doing behind the chair, as I couldn't see her hands. "I am just going to put a visor over your head which is part of the demonstration, it is one of those computer 3d viewers, so don't be afraid." Before I could even protest everything went dark as what appeared to be a heavy rubber hood was forced over my head. I began to panic I tried to lift my hands, but as the same time I felt the hood sliding down over my hair, my hands had suddenly been encased in rubber tubes that seem to have come from each of the arms I was resting my hands on. "Gotcha," I heard the muffled voice of the woman, "Works every time and there is nothing you can do about it. " A hissing sound came from the hood and it was getting tighter round my face and a hard rubber device was also pushing against my lips. "Open your mouth, now or it will hurt you," I heard the woman order, I had no choice and did as I was told as the rubber gag inside the hood did its work and entered my mouth. It not only entered, but also started to grow inside my mouth until my jaws were held firmly open. "Breath through your nose," again she ordered and I started to breath through my nose and realized the smell of man and something else, which was now having a really odd effect on me.

"You should be able to see the picture and hear the sound, when your ready for the viewing to start feel the ends of the arms of the chair where you will find a handle at the end of each arm, can you feel them?" she asked "Mum, I grunted and really now wanted to do as she said," when I found the rubber handles I had searched for. "Now when you are ready lean right back on the headrest in order for the connectors at the back of the visor to connect to the sockets on the headrest," she said in a soothing voice you will also find that you will experience a smell of rubber from the helmet and you might have other odors, as this is a virtual reality machine with smells so you will feel really relaxed." That's good you will really enjoy this I know I did when I first introduced to what you are about to enjoy, " she continued, "if your head is firmly back on the headrest and you squeeze the handles your man will start his decent into your complete control and you will see how it will happen on the screen in the visor. Now you will find out part, what you will have to do to help him on his experience and ensure his complete obedience, for his benefit, but more especially show him the power of a woman," she said.

As I gripped the handles to lower my head on the rest suddenly my arms at the wrists were surrounded by a heavy loop of metal and rubber that had been hidden beneath the arms. My head was pulled back by the helmet leads and another similar bar swung round my neck pulling me deeply into the backrest, then with a hissing sound the wrist and neck straps were tightening in a hard rubber restriction which did not allow for any movement in my wrists, or neck. I was terrified I couldn't move. I did not know what was going on, why was I being held captive. The helmet now brightened up and her voice was clear as I recognized the helmet had earphones, as well as a viewer inside. The smell started to get to me and I was actually getting hot, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

In the headphones her amplified voice ordered, "Relax Jean you will not be hurt, struggling will not help you, remember this is for your benefit. In the visor I saw an image forming. It was of a dungeon I had seen in his magazines. The camera was slowly panning round the room, and then into view came the most breath taking female. She was clad all in black rubber with those black thigh length boots where she was perched on magnificent six-inch stilettos. A tight black rubber corset covered her stomach and breasts. The breasts were large and conical with an opening in the rubber for her now large erect nipples. It was clear that the corset was pulled tight by the laces in front and the edges of the corset were trimmed with red rubber. She was also wearing another black rubber device where her panties would be, it was a thick hard rubber pants with a large rubber cover over where her sex mound; again these very forbidding rubber pants were trimmed with red. Jean also noticed, that the whole of her corset and the rubber pants were covered by small sharp silver spikes, about an inch long. Her head to was covered in a mask of black rubber that fitted perfectly her features. The mask had holes round the mouth and there appeared to be a large bung in her mouth as the mask was pushed out and her cheeks were filled. The eyes could not be seen for in the mask were two shinny mirrors were her eyes would be.

I should at this point not let too much information out as a male might be reading this. I wouldn't wish to tell you what I saw and heard in that chair, but it was certainly a great experience that led me to take up the woman's very special training course, as she called it. It transpired that I accepted certain offers from the woman and had entered into a binding contract with her to take a course that would help my problem. On leaving I found I had another problem and it was as if I had exchanged one problem for another. Binding was the right word for it, as I went home wondering what my husband was going to say and do when he found an addition to my body that had not been there this morning. I couldn't see it, but certainly felt it as I got in the waiting car to take me home.

I had got into the car as I was commanded in the garage I had been lead to after my first lesson as the woman had called it. She had helped me in the car and just as I was seated she help my hand on the leather armrests and ordered me to lean back. My will had gone with my mind in turmoil at what had just happened to me. "Lean back Jean," she ordered, I did as I was told. I was thinking I must feel this thing between my legs that appears to have been added whilst I was in that infernal chair. I was red hot and my pussy needed rubbing, but did not want her to know that. She had already taken so many liberties from me. I certainly did not want her to take any further advantages of my strong desires. "This will be a nice ride for you so sit back and enjoy the ride as Arthur takes you back." I looked in the direction of Arthur but only saw black windows to the driver compartment, where Arthur must have been watching me. "This will help you with your seat belt," she said and indicted a button on the arm, which she then pressed. Oh no, it's happening again, I thought as rubber shackles grabbed my wrists that appeared from each hand rest.

What came next was quite surprising for just as I moved my eyes down to look at the restraints on my wrists, a rubber hood came over automatically from behind the headrest and a loud hiss, was made, as the device filled and covered my head enveloping my head and pushing my face back into the seats headrest. My ankles appeared to be grabbed as I felt them secured by firm loops. I never even had the hope of saying anything as it all happened so professionally and so fast.

"I hope you have told your husband to do as I said, when he comes back from work." I realized I could hear her again through earphone obviously in the helmet. I had soon found I could breath, but it was obviously through a valve as each intake of breath made a large clicking sound from the mouth mask that was part of this hood. The voice continued, "You must follow these instructions exactly, we are investing in you and we hope to get a good return on our investment. You will benefit enormously from our help, but first there has to be a training program, which you have just started. You will undertake the program you have just signed up for and only at the end of the program will you have any choice of continuing, or release. Do you understand?" Yes, I murmured into the rubber void of the mask.

"Suddenly, I was awakened from my daze at these events, by a enormous pain from inside my rectum as what was a strong electric shock, which tore through my backside I screamed into the mask in agony. "Do you understand, or do you want some more of the instructor," the voice repeated. I obviously was a little slow to understand for another shearing shock went through my backside, but this time I screamed "Yes," into the void of the rubber mask. "Good and I hope we do not have to use your tutor to much, so now settle back and listen what you now have to do, relax and enjoy the ride," the voice soothed now and then started my first lesson on what I was to undergo, Naturally, I was to learn, that it wasn't really not as bad as by my man was to find and I dare say enjoy in the end. I took pride then in what I had elected for him to undertake.

End of part 1, to be continued.

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