again snapped the winch cable to “Floras” harness. When he had him
unstrapped and free of assorted phalluses, he let him hang for a moment
while he removed the head harness, the female face mask and wig, and
finally the suspension harness he had put on him earlier.
Then he surprised them both by announcing, in a phony melodramatic
voice, “Now you must return to reality, as you will see just who is
who… and what.”
He fumbled at Jason’s neck, and pulled a long strip of pink tape down
off his back. When he had it off, he pulled the uncovered zipper down
as well. The foam latex peeled open, revealing Jason’s real body.
Eventually, he stood nude, dripping sweat and blinking, as the breasts
and sleek lines of a woman fell away. He realized that deep inside, he
was sorry to become a man again.
He was glad, however, to be able to feel his own skin again, and he
noticed that his head was more or less clear. He felt wonderfully
alive, despite the locker room smell he had developed inside the foam
rubber suit.
Before he had time to appreciate his newly found joi-de-vie however,
Dodds covered his head with one of the two helmets that he’d dug out of
the cabinets. It felt very odd on his face, and Dodds made no move to
stop him as Jason explored the surface of the new helmet with his
hands.
It was made of thin black latex with a zipper up the back. Moreover,
it was fitted inside with a surgical style oxygen mask, the hose
running out the front of the mask. When it was zipped up the back, it
fit quite tightly, and the skirt of the oxygen mask sealed tightly
around his mouth and nose. For a moment, it became difficult to
breathe, and he panicked, thinking that Dodds had forgotten something,
but then he heard the soft rattle of the compressor, and cool air
flooded into his lungs.
Flora looked on in amazement at the removal of Jason’s female face and
suit, as she was still fuzzy-headed from the drugs, and wasn’t quite
sure what was going on. It was becoming apparent, however, that this
had not been a dream at all, but a particularly clever dupe on the part
of Mr. Dodds.
Right then and there, she decided she loved the nutty old coot, and she
could see how Mandy too, as dominant as she was, could submit herself
to him.
In no time at all, Jason was standing naked on the tiles, and Mr. Dodds
was already putting one of the breathing hoods on Jason’s head. Flora
waited impatiently to be let down. Her arms had begun to ache a little
at being held tightly in position so long. She watched as Jason’s
masked head was tethered by a hose to the compressor, and having spent
many hours in the well by herself, she hoped Dodds would put them both
in at the same time.
Dodds affixed the other end of the long hose to the compressor sitting
against the wall, thought a moment, and wheeled it over to the well.
He let Jason stand there while he took Flora down in the same manner,
removed her helmet, body harness and suit, and as a result, various
long, thick objects from her body, much to her dismay.
He put the other breathing helmet on her. All was quiet for a few
moments, Flora hearing only the quiet hiss of air into her mask. Then
she felt a leather harness being strapped onto her body, one
considerably less complicated than the previous one. And, as she had
feared, Mandy must have told Dodds about her punishment, for she felt a
pair of “pancake” mitts being strapped onto her hands. These mitts
were made of stiff leather, and held the fingers and hands flat,
preventing them from grasping or feeling anything.
Then a pair of strong hands began oiling her body with something warm,
…End of the part77. To be continued..