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Chapter Ten
Jo sat back on the deck lounger and patted her thighs, covered in tight white latex stockings. Happily Pat rested her head on them and Jo ruffled her ears. She reached into a bag beside her and produced a mint. Pat looked up at her and Jo laughed.
“Don't worry Pat, this is just a small reward, the larger one comes later.” Pat was excited to hear this and tenderly took the mint between her enlarged rubber lips and into her mouth. She sucked on it slowly, the taste of rubber and mint an odd combination.
“I really wanted you to win, Pat. I'm glad you did, tonight I will sleep with you again, with perhaps some variations. It's time for a chat, I think. “She looked down at Pat and Pat nodded, although she wouldn't be doing much chatting like this, she thought. Jo placed her hand on Pat's head, resting on her thigh.
“Tom, I'm afraid has lost his allure for me, you've raised something in me that won't be suppressed. Tom is good, and can continue to be so, for punishing. I do really like that part, but sexually you are much more fun, and more talented! One grunt for yes, or two for no, did you enjoy last night?” Pat raised her head immediately and grunted once, loudly and then nodded vigorously; what she was hearing was music to her ears, precisely what she had wanted, prayed to hear. Jo smiled and nodded too.
“Do you find me….attractive, sexually I mean? I do you, you should know that.” Pat gave another fast nod, and moved round to face the sitting Jo and squeezed between her legs. Then she dipped her head under the short skirt and nuzzled her masked face against the tight white panties covering Jo's moist love channel.
“Oh, oh my, well I'll take that as a yes then. This is a treat, oh, oh.” She gripped Pat's rubber ears and urged her on, nosing and rubbing her latex pussy. Jo came almost immediately and gripped the rubber head between her thighs. Both then relaxed, Jo panting.
“What has come over me in the last day? The rubber, bondage and paddling, I'm, I don't know….becoming addicted to it, all of it…..yet I still want to punish you, hurt you, temporarily of course, and Tom, yes, I want to punish him all right.” Pat cocked her head to the side as if to say, well that's okay by me. Then turned and raised her buttocks to Jo, invitingly. Jo looked a little nonplussed.
“So….you want to be beaten, to be punished by me, to be….subservient to me, really? No, you couldn't.” But Pat, perhaps a little surprised at her own reaction coming so fast, nodded. Jo then thought again and gave Pat a sly smile.
“Are you sure that….you wouldn't want to dominate me some times? I think I might like that, after last night there's much for me to experience.” Pat nodded again, yes, she would just love to dominate Jo, and she was sure that Jo would love it too. Things however were moving too fast for them both now. Jo said.
“Well, we are going to have to talk seriously, this is heavy stuff.” She removed Pat's doggy helmet, and Pat, at last gasped in relief. Her rubber mask (part of her rubber catsuit under the doggy suit) was marked by the rubber doggy mask and her face even though she was masked was soaked with her saliva and sweat but Jo thought she looked quite stunning.
“Oh thanks, quite a morning.” She smiled through the tight shiny mask. “And of course night…..all those nods Jo, I meant them.” Their discussion seemed odd, Pat on all fours, cock and balls sticking out from her crotch, saying this to Jo, in her cute schoolgirl's costume. Jo looked at her seriously.
“You wouldn't lie to me now, would you Pat? I'm putting a lot of trust in you.” pat shook her head violently.
“Oh no, no Jo, not after the last day. Look I always found you very attractive, which you are, I just didn't know how much. You can punish, paddle, gag and bind me as much as you like…..I won't lie to you.” Her eyes sparkled behind the mask as she said this. Jo looked down at her and placed a hand on her breast, rubbing it gently.
“God, this is all too sudden.” She said as if in a dream. Pat nodded.
“Yeah, for me too, and what about Tom, you….we…have a problem we have to consider.” Jo nodded in unison.
“Oh, I don't know. I thought I loved him and would continue to, but it was more in hope than reality. He was a good screw, but well, after the last day, frankly,” she bent down and kissed Pat's head, “you're a hell of a lot better.” Pat almost blushed at the compliment, and wriggled closer to Jo, who rubbed her breast again.
“How's the suit, getting stiff?”
“Yes, a little,” Pat giggled, “but hey, I'm your slave aren't I? And slaves are meant to suffer, and be loyal which, Jo, I will be. Christ, Jo, you look great in that saucy outfit, I could devour you right now.”
“By devour, I hope you mean eat me alive!” Jo replied. “Later I promise, I do promise, now we have to think about Tom.”
“Well Jo, that's a tough one, but if you don't think I'm butting in here's my two cents worth.” She smiled again; they were starting to get very comfortable with each other. “And if you do then by all means go ahead and gag me. Jo, you hold all the cards, you cold sue him for divorce, using me as the other party; you have the proof of the tapes, although I'm not sure you would want to use them. You could take him for all he has, leave him with the pension and his stuff. But….I have to say he is….useful, as a sex object that is and no more. Maybe you could give him that option?” she was now thinking this through, and Jo was on the same track already. “He could stay with you…us, for as long as he wants, doing our bidding, being our slave, let's face it it's nice to have a cock and balls around to punish, or he can leave the house, everything and go on his way.”
“I have to say, having him around to torture would be fun, but why would he go for it?”
“I'll tell you why, because he's a classic masochist and transvestite, not a regular one, whatever that is, but a rubber one. I'll bet that he still worships you, even with me around. Look, he loves rubber and abuse, now he has two women to give it to him! The only difference is he won't be cheating on anyone, and he won't get much of a break! Stay, on our terms or leave tonight!” Jo dwelt on this for a while, unconsciously moving her hand over Pat's rubber encased head.
“You know, I think it would work. Well, let's try it out, let me do the talking and you pitch in when it needs reinforcing.” With that Jo stood up and picked up Pat's dildo tail and held it up, smiling.
“Just to remind you who is still boss.” Pat complained a little, but Jo noticed not much, and she bent over to allow her to push it back into her rear. They returned to the basement, Pat waddling behind her latex schoolgirl domina, to confront Tom with the news. They were both very excited with the idea.
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