"Bend over," he said.

Not very romantic, Mandy thought, but she did as she was told. The man she knew only as Mr. Dodds moved behind her and she felt lubricated fingers slip into her sex.

"Mmmm," suddenly seemed an appropriate thing to say, and "ahh."

She squirmed a little as he thoroughly greased her, inside and out. Then she felt his fingers at her rear. She moaned softly as he pushed a slippery finger into her and wiggled it about.

Suddenly he removed it. Before she could straighten however, she felt something warm and unyielding presented at her vagina. As the dildo was pushed in it seemed to wiggle with a life of it's own. She contracted her muscles a little as the thick rod danced inside her. Delightful! she thought. Shortly a similar butt-plug with a flare at the bottom was eased into her rear.

"Stand," said Dodds. She stood. As she moved, the mercury inside the steel dildoes shook and she nearly fell to her knees as the throbbing sensations spread through her body like a rumor through a crowd.

Dodds turned her around, said, "Here, put these on."

The dildo in her front passage was very heavy, and she had to hold it in place with one hand, as she took the proffered garment with the other.

They were a pair of heavy bermuda shorts made of very thick black rubber, with a high waist. On close examination, she saw that they had several strips of rubber around the inside of the waist and thigh cuffs, plus a somewhat scary-looking patch of large, soft rubber knobs at the crotch front. Half of a grope-suit, she thought to herself.

When she had pulled them all the way up, they forced the dildoes firmly inside her, causing her to squirm in delight. The strip of bumps made itself at home between her labia.

She started to squirm again but froze at Dodds' softly spoken "hold it."

He walked over to the sink, removing a large jug from the steaming water. She knew the jug would be full of his favorite lubricant, a thick and slippery silicone oil. He smoothed the tight double seals at her thighs, then pulled out the waistband. Hefting up the jug, he poured a generous quantity of the thick, hot, and slimy liquid into her shorts.

"Mmph!" exclaimed Mandy at the wierd feeling. She looked down expecting a mess, but the tight seals around her thighs held. When Dodds had poured in about a quart of the slippery goo, he let the waist band snap tight.

"Now finish dressing," Dodds commanded, and sat down again.

Mandy walked back to the pile of clothes, the thick lubricant warming her further as it squelched around her thighs and crotch. The feeling was very different from the grease-pants she'd worn in the past, as there was so much of the stuff slithering about down there. The heavy dildos wiggled with such intensity they might as well have been electrified.

The next garment was an unusual brassiere of thick rubber, having reinforced cut-out where cups should have been. Dodds helped her put it on, forcing her breasts through the holes so they stood out from her chest like two balloons. He rubbed some of the thick silicone oil on her breasts, evoking a long shuddering moan from her lips and an impressive swelling in her nipples.

More of the lubricant was spread inside the next garment, and it was donned over the bra. It was a tank-top blouse of thick latex, with two long straps attached at the sides of the bust. It fit loosely, but had tight, reinforced cuffs at the arms and around the waist. To her delight, Mandy found it was lined with many small rubber warts, like a "grope bra". Dodds crossed the straps over her back and attached each one to a leather cuff installed above the opposite elbow.

Mandy was relieved to see that the last garment was nothing more than a red leather dress, featuring a loose-fitting top with leg-of-mutton sleeves and a tight skirt. Very fashionable. The sleeves just barely concealed the cuffs and straps on her arms.

Finally, he helped her lace on a pair of thigh-high boots with six inch heels. These were of red and black leather, lined in black rubber. They laced nearly up to her her crotch, covering the bottom of the pants.

"There!" Dodds exclaimed, "you're the picture of modern fashion. Nothing too loud or flashy, except the boots of course, but a little provocation is good for people. Let's go."
Go? Go where? she thought.

Mandy's heart raced. She had never before dared to go out in public in such a condition, though she had put her slave Flora through this sort of treatment several times. Certainly, she herself had occasionally worn a tight rubber dress or leather jumpsuit to costume parties, but she had always been the one in control then. And she hadn't been wearing grope suits or had high-tech dildoes filling her either! She wondered where Dodds planned to take her.

As they descended the stairs, she realized the purpose of the strange tank-top. The natural rhythm of walking swung her arms, which pulled the straps attached to the tank top. These in turn, stretched the rubber, caressing her breasts and nipples with the little rubber warts inside. She moaned with pleasure while trying to concentrate on the normally trivial tasks of opening doors, fetching her clutch purse, and climbing into the car.

It was going to be a long night.