THE MYSTERIOUS MANSION

As John stood in the deserted train station watching the London Express slip smoothly away into the mist of the rural English countryside, he was moved to wonder whatever had possessed him to come to Trinity.

After all, Charles hadn't been quite clear about Mother Bryan's Manor and the kinky things that went on there. Charles had only been explicit in telling him that the home used rubber and about the sensual joys he had obtained from his visits. Just enough enthusiasm to what the appetite of any good newspaperman. As an article of faith, there was no substitute for an on-the-spot investigation and personal interviews. His readers trusted him.

Shaking off a feeling of foreboding, John resolutely hailed a lone cab and gave the driver the address of the Manor. The decision had been made and there was no turning back. Bumpy roads, English fog and shadowy woods on either side of the road made his journey seem like a descent into some strange enchanted never-never land. After more than an hour's drive, the cab let him and his baggage off by a crumbling gateway and sped away into the mist.

In the remaining light of the evening, John could make out the legend on a patina-coloured plaque fastened to the gatepost: "Bryan Manor." At least he had come to the right place.

Walking up a winding pebbled drive, through what once must have been a great and beautiful garden, but was now obviously neglected and overgrown with shrubbery, he came at last to a large sprawling stone house very nearly hidden by the tangle of vines and trees. His hesitant knock was answered quickly by a yong, lovely girl. She was not more than twenty, and was dressed in what appeared to be a black uniform with a very short, flared skirt that barely covered her bottom. Remembering Charles' notion of rubber, a closer examination revealed that her costume was made entirely of silky soft, shiny black rubber that caressed her body in provocative ripples.

"Welcome to Bryan Manor," she said with a kiss on his forehead. "We've been expecting you. Charles phoned ahead and made reservations for you."

"Thank you," John replied, "that was thoughtful." He followed her tall sensuous figure into a large sitting room.

She introduced herself as Mary. "Charles told us of your interest in us and we will be delighted to help you in any way we can. We've planned a programme for you but you've had a long journey, so how about taking off those awful clothes and having a drink." Mary signalled for a maid to bring his drink. John did as he was invited. He proceeded to strip down to his "other skin": latex undershirt and shorts hugging his body.

Trying to hide his feelings of nervous embarrassment, John said, "I presume you know that I'm writing a series of stories on the kinky groups here in England. Charles didn't elaborate much on your group except to say you were rubber devotees as I am and I must admit I'm terribly curious as to exactly what you do here."

"All in good time," Mary said with a mysterious smile, as she motioned for him to sit back on the sofa. He reached out and touched her firm thigh through its latex covering and a sensuous chill went down his spine. He pulled her over to him and nestled his face to her rubber-covered bosom, breathing in the aroma of his dreams come true as he fingered her rustling rubber skirt. For the first time since his childhood he was being exposed to his every dream: a beautiful buxom woman clad in shiny exciting rubber that he could touch and smell, caress and love.

Gently she nudged him out of his reverie. "I have something for you, come with me," she said as she rose, taking his hand to lead him out of the room.

She took him down a long dim hall and finally into a small, homey bathroom, decorated with red velvet wallpaper and golden cupids.

A little dizzy from the drink he had quickly downed without eating, along with the exciting events that were unfolding, John felt weak and overwhelmed as Mary pulled his latex shirt up over his head. He stood in front of her with only a thin latex strap covering his now throbbing private parts. Rubbing her body up against him she pushed her moist tongue into his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe. "Get in the bathtub, John," she uttered.

Turning to obey, he noticed that her attention was now being directed to an array of objects laid out on the sink.

John twisted his head, attempting to watch Mary with her elaborate prepara­tions: pouring, measuring, "Not yet," she chided him, "you'll see everything when I'm ready."

He turned back to his original embarras­sing position on all fours facing the faucet in the bathtub.

He felt her sort fingers pulling the skimpy latex covering from over his anus, then the cool greasy ointment being eased into him, gently lubricating his hole. He shuddered. He had wanted this for years and now it was a reality.

He felt her ease the cold stiff nozzle into his bowels and then the forceful warm soapy fluid entering, forcing its way into his deepest recesses. The force grew greater and greater. The sensation was fantastic! So sensual. It paused momentarily as she changed to the enema bag and then it began again. This time with more force. Squeezing his legs and ass muscles together he tried to hold it in. Tears came to his eyes in frustration that he couldn't take anymore. Frantically he squeezed and tossed his head behind his back, searching to give her a clue, to say stop, but she wasn't looking, she was concentrating on the warm fluid that she was pumping into him. Then it stopped. He was holding his breath. He couldn't have an accident. Carefully she slid the latex covering back over his violated parts and pulled him to his feet.

"It'll be just a few minutes more, Johnny. Right after you help me with my shoes." With that she sat down and motioned him to her heels.

Quickly he reached for them and began putting them on her long slender feet, grimacing with the forces in his belly.

After sitting there for another five minutes she rose and told him to join her in the bedroom when he was finished.

The moments had seemed like hours and he pulled the latex aside to relieve himself. Gush, the flow began along with a prolonged orgasm that wracked his body and left him breathless. "Wow" was his only thought as bolt after bolt struck him and left him tingling.

He joined his beautiful maiden who answered all his queries about a latex mansion as she helped him into a new outfit and allowed him to fondle her rustling shimmering outfits.