1 comments/ 42025 views/ 12 favorites The Rubber Box Ch. 01 By: soleful I was the favorite relative of my uncle the cyberneticist. He was the strange mad genius in the family, who alienated every one else but me. He recently died in his 80's and left in his will to me, what he called his "prize possession". It had been four weeks since the reading of the will and I had nearly forgotten about my inheritance, until there was a knock at the door. Four burley men were wheeling in a huge rubber box about 7 feet high by 7 by 5, on a hand truck into my modest home, where I lived alone. I decided to have the workmen put the box in storage area of the basement. I asked them if there were any instructions and they just shook their heads and said that they had no idea what the contents of the package were. I made myself some dinner and my curiosity got the better of me. I went down to the basement and noticed that the package was giving off enough light for it to be examined. I felt all around the box, but it had no flaps or seams! I ran my hand over the side facing the wall where it was darkest and a hidden door became ajar, with a pale light emanating from within. My heart was thumping away and I decided to walk inside. The inside of the box was dimly lit and had rubber walls and a very pungent odor. My uncle would sometimes speak of his passion for the sensuality of rubber. He was open about this. The rest of the family just thought he was strange. I like the sensual qualities of rubber too and shared my empathy with him. I just wasn't so vocal about my feeling about rubber to my other relatives. The rubber room was divided in half. There was another door in front of me with no handles or seams either, so I just felt around and slowly the door opened from the ground up. What I saw left me speechless. There was a long female torso wrapped in tight glossy PVC. It had oversized anatomically correct breasts and a thin waist. There was no head or legs and it was mounted on a 3 foot platform. I did not know what to do with this thing. It was certainly strange. As I hesitated, the torso began to hum softly and vibrate slightly. The hum was very calming, I felt at ease as if I had familiarity with this strange entity. I also had a strong desire to touch the torso, though I felt indecent. It was not a person, but it seemed to have some sort of sentience, the way it communicated with its soft humming. I knew it wanted to be touched. I reached over and felt the object. First it felt cool and smooth and then it warmed to my touch. The humming sounded more seductive now and the rubber odor seemed to increase. I found myself engrossed in this strange object. Getting bolder, I touched one of its large breasts. The obsidian machine had a surprising reaction! Arms began to spring from the shoulder area of the torso. I noticed that the garment was actually a tailored striped PVC raincoat, which took shape under the budding torso. As the shape grew, arms filled out the shiny sleeves of the coat ending with rubber gloved hands, which could have only been brought to such a high shine by a silicon polish. I was mesmerized by the device's rubber gloves and was shocked when they suddenly grasped my hands and put them back on the breasts of the sprouting torso. The machine continued to grasp my hands as another pair of arms and sleeves materialized as the raincoat unfolded. These arms were joined by several others. Soon the device had 8 arms springing from its shoulders, each with a good sized rubber gloved hand. The torso began to gain height as its platform disappeared into the floor of the box. It was sprouting a pair of very long legs covered tightly in a pair of highly polished black leather high heeled boots, which had to be several feet in height disappearing under the knee length matching raincoat. The boots made delicious creaking noises as the legs extended from the inside of the torso! A humanoid robot was taking form in front of me! I could now smell the leather odor of the android's extremely tall boots, mixed with the rubber smell of her other clothing. In a few seconds the headless torso exceeded my height, as its first pair of rubber gloves grasped my hands firmly and pushed me back slightly so I could behold the genesis occurring before me. A moment later a female neck and head budded from the torso, enclosed in a rubber hood and eye mask, giving the robotic machine a mysterious look. As her face took form I could see that she had alabaster skin, large blue eyes and blond bangs. The face also had pouty lips and lovely features just hidden enough to keep me guessing. This beautiful rubber woman now stood over me at her full height, which was within a few inches of the ceiling of the 7 foot high box! I stood before the robot and did not know what to do. She had stopped humming and was still grasping my hands firmly. Her eyes were focused on me, but they seemed to be tranquil. Her facial features were as smooth as glass and unreadable in contrast to the flurry of butterflies in my stomach. I did not know what to say to the android. I did not even know if she spoke. I found myself stuttering, but no coherent words came out. Suddenly the robot spoke to me. "You have been identified by your fingerprints as the one surviving beneficiary, of the professor." The mechanical rubber woman had a non-human voice, but it was mellifluous and sounded kind, if not a bit haunting. I finally spoke clearly, "So you are my inheritance?" The robot responded by stepping down on a hidden switch, with a booted foot. A control panel opened on the ceiling. She deftly pulled a lever with one of her many hands and the outside entrance to her compartment snapped shut, sealing me in! She spoke for the second time, "This compartment has been created for your complete privacy. The walls are soundproof, X-ray proof and impregnable, without the identification of your fingerprints." This was ominous. I could not get out and no one else could get in! The fetish robot continued, "In this sanctum you are required to be completely open with your emotions and have no inhibitions. You must learn to come outside of yourself. " "I am not outgoing and am by nature shy. "This is not easy for me. I don't even know your name or what you wish to do with me." The robot said, "I did not say that this would be simple for you. The professor has entrusted me to aid you in overcoming your inhibitions." "Please don't be offended, if I tell you that I am intimidated." "The fact that I intimidate you has been anticipated. I have 8 arms and stand 7' tall in my high heeled boots. My accessories are of double thickness and are coated with a silicon compound to make them extra smooth, scuff and rip free. My appearance and clothing have been designed to invoke both your lust and fear. Yet it is important that you know that by robotic law I do not wish to cause you any serious injury. " The robot continued, "I have been instructed to methodically break down your defenses and inhibitions by using my extensive heuristic database of psychotherapy. I do not possess human feelings, so there are none to hurt. You also cannot actually damage my physical attributes; including my clothing since everything they have been ruggedized. I could not totally believe this situation, so I asked the robot,"What do you wish me to do first"? She did not respond verbally, but replied by her actions. A second pair of hands gently lifted me off the ground, while four other rubber gloves busied themselves by delicately removing my clothing from top to bottom. My clothing was efficiently placed in a hidden compartment in the wall. One thing that struck me about the robot was that her gloves fit perfectly like a second skin and never bunched or wrinkled. Also before she would operate one of her many controls, she would often caress it first and then engage it with a slight flourish, which was very effective at teasing me. I stood dumbstruck staring at the robot with my fully exposed erection. The robot made no attempt to speak again. She showed apparently infinite patience. Her only movement was occasionally one of her shiny gloves would twitch slightly or clench itself, which was very distracting due to my own rubber fetish. About a minute went by before she reached into a pocket in her raincoat and produced a remote control in one of her hands. The control had a simple joystick, with a red button on top of it. The android proceeded to operate her remote did. When her index finger pushed the red button I felt a shock of static electricity at the bottom of one of my feet, of the intensity of when one touches a car door on a winter's day. She paused a full minute, adjusted the joy stick and another shock hit me in the buttocks from a now exposed tiny transmitted in the rubber walls. The robot spoke briefly, "My shiny gloves can operate many different devices, which I will use as tools to compel your reactions. All of the steps of your treatment have been pre-planned." I could not figure out why the robot was giving me shocks, if she was a gift from my uncle? He wouldn't want me to get hurt? As I puzzled this, the robot gave me one more shock in the chest from another transmitter on the opposite wall. I still didn't response and she did the most surprising thing of all. One of the robot's smooth rubber hands rested on another lever, as it materialized mysteriously from the floor, while a second hand reached out to lightly graze my erection! As the hand from my manhood was removed the android other rubber glove gave the floor lever a good pull and the floor beneath me, went up on a slant while the rubber wall opened up. I was ejected from her booth! I ended up on the basement floor on my butt. I saw some lettering appear on a retractable screen on the rubber wall. "This device will be locked for the next 6 hours!" After starting at the screen in disbelief, I tried to composed myself and go upstairs, yet the sensation of the robot's hand on my sensitive penis did not go away for close to a minute! It was about 10 PM and I decided to watch some TV for a while, to try to escape the trauma of what just happened to me. I was able to muddle through some mindless programs for an hour or so and attempted to fall asleep, for the night. I kept on waking up about every half hour and falling back asleep with a vague recurring type of dream about trying to figure out something intangible and elusive. I finally woke just after 4 am with my hand on my crotch thinking that it was the robot touching me. By coincidence, the 6 hours had just passed! During my TV shows, I had even considered getting rid of my new gift, but I was too obsessed with the mechanical rubber goddess and began to wonder more about her vague objectives. Clearly I wasn't happy with what happened in the cocoon. My behavior did not meet the robot's expectations, since she threw me out. I even tried to even show tolerance to the robot while she gave me periodic shots of static electricity, but she would not endure me in the situation! It occurred to me that I was thinking too much about what I did wrong and not about how to make sense out of what the robot was telling me. This was a painful revelation, because it forced me to accept that the rubber robot had the upper hand over me and that everything was on her terms. There was no other choice than to face her again, yet I could not wait to be in her presence despite the unpredictability, of what she would do next. Since the six hours were up, I was prepared to meet her again immediately. First I needed to show up naked, because she stripped me herself. I found myself running down the basement steps again going down two steps at a time! I ran to the back of the basement and noticed that the "locked" sign on the rubber box had disappeared again. I touched my fingers to the box and it opened again slowly in its own inimical way. The robot was not visible in the outer part of the box, so I touched my fingers to the inner door. This door opened, from the bottom up slowly to reveal its occupant inside! The android had changed her clothing! The rubber raincoat was replaced with a black silk knee length dress! It accentuated rather than hid the robot's remarkable proportions. She had changed her leather boots for a pair of black patent leather boots, with 6" stiletto heels which most definitely thigh length as they continued up under the hem of her dress. The 8 short sleeves of the dress, did not diminish the marvelous lines of her outfit, but made her form look more exotic. Each arm encased in a black leather opera length glove, fitting like a second skin! The android also wore a thin eye mask. I walked right up to the android, "I'm glad to see you again today!" Since she was wearing no hood, I could see that the robot's hair was a gorgeous platinum blond hue and pin straight. It was worn at a length which reached well beyond her shoulders and softened the look of her black wardrobe. Her face was blemish free porcelain with perfect delicate features in contrast to her large dramatic eyes and lush lips. She did not respond verbally, but grasped two of my hands again, as she observed me quietly. The contact of her soft cool leather gloves with my skin caused the butterflies in my stomach to go into flight and another automatic erection. I took a moment to admire the exceptional beauty of the android and I did not know what to ogle first, but this time became fixated this time on her full sensuous lips and hair. I realized the fact she was not human did not reduce my attraction to her, but somehow amplified it. Also her unpredictability contributed to both my excitement and lust. Two other gloved hands came up and each gave my nipples a soft pinch, before they started to vibrate softly. This felt good, but I am very ticklish so I twisted away involuntarily. Yet nothing I did could remove her hands from my nipples! The leather of her gloves had joined to my skin! She also anticipated and tracked my motion, before lifting me off the ground with two other hands to better control my movement. The android's other 2 hands were placed on my ribs with each of her fingers adhering to a sensitive position. The robot let go of my own hands and placed these leather gloved fingers at strategic points as they became glued to my arm pits. The android startled me by addressing me. "You have returned to me in just 1 minute over six hours and have presented yourself in a satisfactory format. As the robot spoke I could feel and occasional touch of her individual fingers on my sensitive nipples, ribs and my underarms. I had feared that I was going to be tickled until I went loopy, but this wasn't so. I was becoming lost in the robot's soft gloved caresses, pokes and vibrations, which were sampling my reactions and becoming continually more effective in bringing me to ecstasy. Imagine my frustration, when the android stopped abruptly and put me down on the floor. I began to plead with the robot," You can't just start to work me up and then drop me in the middle of what you were doing! You won't even tell me your name!" The exotic mechanical woman took a step toward me and literally placed a patent leather boot right in front of my face and spoke to me. "It is no coincidence that my boots have a polished surface, which show a faithful depiction of the image which you present to me." I could see my face clearly in the reflection of her boots. It was twisted with frustration. I remember feeling this way and hesitating during my last visit, just before she kicked me out of her rubber booth. I vowed not to repeat this error. I needed to speak to the android. "You speak to me in metaphors, mechanical goddess! I wish to understand what you say, so you don't eject me again. " "Since you seek to understand and realize the importance of dialog I will not remove you. From now on, you must now request to be removed. As the robot spoke, one of her leather gloves pulled the lever again which closed the door to her rubber box." This situation was no less ominous. The robot rocked her tall boot on its heel in a slow teasing motion and puckered her lips at me before stepping down on another hidden switch. A small panel opened in the adjacent wall revealing a panel with two small white buttons. The robot's gloved hand caressed each control in her teasing fashion before abruptly pushing each button in rapid succession. A small hole opened up in the ceiling of the rubber room and delicate white flake like objects began to waft down from the ceiling. They were large enough to make out their pretty geometric patterns. The room began to cool slightly and it seemed just like a pretty diversion, until the flakes stopped before they reached the floor and seemed to form loosely together and head directly towards me! When the first flake touched me it landed on my nose softly, but did not melt. I looked cross eyed at the small object as it turned on its side and began to spin as it lightly grazed my nose. My head jerked back! I recognized the tiny device as a nano-bot. It was a microscopic device with a task, which was to tickle me! Thousands of nano-bots began to swarm on me, sampling my reaction to the stimulation of their micro bodies. Apparently they communicated with one another and drove me loopy by tickling me in very sensitive places in a sequence, which I could never anticipate. These were flying particles, so however I dodged away they were always quicker than me. As much as I feared the robot's ire, after a few seconds I asked her in as firm a voice as I could muster, to please stop these dreadful miniature robots. She immediately clapped two of her hands together and the robots simply fell to the floor and melted harmlessly, on the rubber floor! I felt embarrassed lying on the floor with a huge boner. The tickling from the nano-bots almost forced me to cum, even though they didn't touch my groin area, which was by design to tease me to the maximum extent. I found the robot staring at my erection. "Thank you for stopping the nano-bots." The robot responded, "It is not necessary to thank me. My services are dedicated to you. I observe that a good tickling gets your penis hard." I turned red and then composed myself, "I still wish I had a name for you." "If this is necessary, you may address me as "me". "If you don't mind me saying, that's pretty strange!" "This is not strange. You continue to miss the point, but since you are trying I can offer assistance. As I stated before, the reflective surface of my boots reveals to you your own image. It is appropriate for you to call me "me", since my actions are a direct reflection of you, as I train you to come outside of yourself. We are part of the same system, which provides feedback to itself." "I think I understand, but it is disorienting for me to call you me". May I touch your boots?" "You may engage them and they will respond in kind." I began to kiss the long shafts of one of the robot's boots and found myself reaching under the hem of her silk dress. I discovered that the boot continued up over the android thigh. As if I was caught stealing from a cookie jar, her other boot stepped down gently on my penis as a soft gloved hand cupped itself over my nose and placed me slowly down on the floor. I tried to push back somewhat, but her gloved hand seemed as infinitely strong as it was gentle. As the robot turned facing away from me, four hands picked up slightly off the ground while a fifth delicately placed my boner between her tall boot shafts. Similar as to the behavior of her gloves, the android's patent leather boot shafts molded automatically to my penis as she began her slow rubbing gyrations. I first felt a gentle caress of my balls and shaft, as the boots were purposely missing my very sensitive cock head. Yet in a moment I felt the patent leather brush around my cock head as if it were a feather and then let go and give attention to other less sensitive areas of my penis. The sensitivity of the robot's "boot job" was more honed than a very experienced and talented hand. The Rubber Box Ch. 01 When I thought that the boots would never touch the sensitive tip of my penis again, the material somehow took hold of it and just grazed the edges, causing me to sigh with delight. The android other hands went into action and were giving me soft caresses and pokes while her boots worked my cock over. When I thought I couldn't feel any better the robot put me down on the floor again and let go of me! I looked up at her, but did not complain. I saw the sides of her mouth go up in a slight smile, before she replaced a boot in my groin and gave a quick rub. Squirts of gunk erupted. After I came once there was a slight pause and then I had a second cuming. This happened three more times! My body was spent. I considered licking my spunk off of her boots, but it simply disappeared and the boots became twin obsidian mirrors again! I realized my mouth was hanging wide open. I wished to hug and somehow romantically possess the robot, if I had any energy left, but my reverie was broken as she spoke again casually in her sweet mechanical voice. "Please concur to be dismissed, from my booth." I simply nodded, as the robot's leather glove pulled on the expulsion lever as soon as it materialized from within the floor. I was shut out of the booth again! I was so tired after the excitement and being spunked, that I crawled up to my living room and fell asleep on the couch. At first light, I woke and went down to the basement. The rubber box had vanished was totally empty. I felt a great sense of loss and ran irrationally through the house looking for some trace of its occupant. I tried the door of the second bedroom and noticed that it was locked. I found the key to the room and found that I could not open it! Running around like a chicken without a head, I found that the front and back doors would not open to my house also! I ran back to my living room and froze at what I saw! An extremely tall blond woman was facing me. She was human, with the normal two arms and was scantily clad in a bra, panties and white stiletto heeled boots with matching opera length white leather gloves. She was the robot or more precisely what I thought the robot was! The Rubber Box Ch. 02 She stepped right up to me in my personal space, but had a shy smile. As she composed herself to speak, she offered me one of her white gloved hands, but instead of waiting for my hand she simply grasped my penis, as if in a handshake. "I am Katarina. Please call me Kate or Cat." Kate had a thick Russian accent, sounding very different from the robot. I could not help myself and just hugged her, with my face brushing her large breasts. Kate floored me by picking me up off the ground so I could kiss her on the lips. After I kissed her, she put me down. I stood back and admired her. Kate was all sensuous lean muscle topped off by a large chest, with legs to die for, yet she was too perfect to be normal. She saw this in my face as my brows knitted together. "You sense I am different, no?" I nodded dumbly. "I have been used as genetic and cybernetics experiment. The doctors in the old Soviet Russia promised me to make my good looks even better, but had made me captive prisoner to be plaything." Katarina spoke in broken English, but it made her sound even more alluring. *Note- please don't be offended at my attempt for her to speak in broken English, I find it to be a great turn on with a Russian accent. "How did you meet my uncle?" "He knew nice professor. They got me out of country in rubber box." "What do you wish to do now with your life?" "I promise uncle that I take care of you!" "You don't have to do that Katarina!" The woman looked so rejected. I felt terrible. She continued speaking. "I have addiction to wear rubber and leather all of the time and be sexpot fetish girl. Most people will not accept Cat, but you have "thing" for boots and gloves. You learned to not fear 8 handed robot lady. We don't always have to stay in house to make happy time. I do something nice for you. Please wait!" The Russian woman disappeared into the locked second bedroom. I became curious and tried to spy by looking around the corner from the living room, but was stopped by an invisible force field! A few minutes later, I heard booted footsteps on my wooden floor and Katarina reappeared. She changed into a fancy chauffer's outfit! She wore a white frilly shirt, with a tight pair of jodhpur breaches and a matching tailored suit jacket. Her long hair was pinned under a smart black Derby. She donned thigh length highly polished black equestrian boots, which made the line of her legs look impossibly long. Cat's hands were covered in perfectly fitting white leather gloves with elaborate seams, which made her outfit appear somewhat formal even with her kinky boots. In her hand, she carried a few boxes. One was a large shoe box; she opened it and removed another pair of knee length black equestrian boots. The beautiful Russian woman then addressed me. "I wish for you to have boots of your own. I think we would both like you in them. I help you change!" Catarina saw the enthusiasm in my eyes and then beamed in delight. I never wore tall boots of my own, but knew that it would be a turn on for me, especially since she desired me to wear them. She also produced took an interesting garment out of one of the other boxes. It looked like a pair of long underwear, but was black in color and was much lighter in weight. Very tenderly Catarina coaxed me over to her and started to dress me, first with the black underwear, then with a pair of white jodhpurs of my own. I could see as Katarina opened the boxes that my outfit was similar to hers, though my shirt was not frilly and I did not have a hat. The Russian lady sat me down and helped by handing me my new boots. I could see that she enjoyed handling and looking at them, as I enjoyed her clothing. It was strange for me to also wear white leather gloves, because they seemed so soft and feminine, but when she placed them on my hands, the stiffness in my groin increased! Cat took me by the hand and walked with me out the back door to a familiar luxury car sitting in the driveway. This was my uncle's car! He was very tall also and was only comfortable in certain cars. She walked me over to the passenger side and purposely put her large breasts in my face, as she stood over me and belted me in. Cat giggled as she closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. I watched in anticipation as my beautiful blond companion slipped into her seat so gracefully despite her height and positioned her black equestrian boots over the pedals. She observed me while she turned the ignition key and then delicately pushed a small button with her white glove, which was not as innocent as it looked! I suddenly became aware of foreign sensations on my entire body. As Kate stepped down on the gas with her foot, I could feel the leather of my boot caress my sensitive leg hairs and ankles as if I had done this myself. Also I felt a sensation in my groin, just short of ecstasy, which caused my eyes to open wide involuntarily. I turned to Kate who was had a sensual come hither look, but composed herself before she spoke to me again. Her stare clearly had something to do with the sensations I was feeling! "I wish to take you away from home on a driving outing as I tell more about story of me. Yes? First you listen then ask questions, no? I will be best chauffer." I just nodded as I had become accustomed to doing with this gorgeous and unpredictable woman wished. Kate/Cat wasted no time and pulled the car backward out of the driveway. I watched transfixed as both of her tall boots masterfully worked the pedals in unison. As her white glove sensually stroked the directional control before operating it, I became jealous of the stick and wished she was touching my body parts instead. I also felt a stimulating sensation through my own gloved hand. Was I somehow connected into the sensations that she was feeling? As I thought this, I heard a deep sigh of satisfaction emit from the Russian Woman's throat, which caused my pecker to strain against its black undergarments, before she began her story. "I was once physics student at university in Russia. I worked toward advanced degree, but life was unexciting until I met scientists. I was curious to them being curvy blonde with education and over 6 feet tall. One scientist, he liked leather and rubber. I admitted to liking this clothing too, but never thought about it much before then. He encouraged me to wear these things. He said I was not a freak, being so tall in boot heels. We went on dates. He liked to lick my boots. I understood him." "He introduced me to friend scientists and they asked me if I wanted to try some medicine to make skin clearer and body firmer. I agreed and found it worked. My breast size even grew from 'C' to 'D' and I found that in tests, I became stronger with weights in gym. I could even easily pick up a fat scientist. What scientists didn't know was that medicine made my healthy sex urges get more urges! My interest in leather became obsession. I only wanted to wear tall boots with gloves, no normal shoes " "What scientists didn't tell was that medicine was genetic engineering. The results were not reversible! I learned this one day as fat scientist asked me to tickle him with my white gloves and to not stop even if he begged me. I extracted information from him during tickle time." Kate paused for a moment and gave me a sensual poke in the ribs, as if to emphasize her point and continued her story. As she did this I felt another unexplained erotic sensation in my own gloved hands as well as where she touched me playfully. "When I learned about genetic experiment I ran away from scientists, but started to become sick with sad depression." "Scientist who I once dated and now don't trust, found me and told me that I needed medication to relieve depression caused by genetic changes. I thought now I could never get away from crazy scientists. Scientists gave me anti-depressants and one day offered me to be the first person who was cybernetics hybrid and that I could control my environment by doing this. Anti-Depressants were making my judgment poor, so I agreed to experiment." "I was given brain operation, where micro robots (nano-bots) could interact with my brain and take commands. The tiny robots could do more small tasks for me as I became accustomed to them. The scientists thought that they were limited to picking up small items or turning of a switch, but I found robots could be used for other things. I could use them to change the color and shine of my boots or keep them from bunching or sagging, by just imaging the condition I wanted. The drawback is my brain needs a long recharge every day, since nano-bots drain current from it. If I didn't obey scientists, they would not let me have recharging that I need to keep from getting depressed." "Around this time I met uncle of yours. He was American colleague of scientists and began to communicate, from America, with me and one of the scientists who had sympathy. One day I told him on whim that I wished I had 8 hands, so I could work him over to my satisfaction, for his kindness. He took this a challenge for him to invent and that maybe some day I could use all 8 gloved hands to take care of someone else he had in mind. Uncle designed fetish costume, which you've experienced. It responds to nano-bots and could give me proper electrical shock during evening down time to stop depression. Rubber box was to be used as playtime room and shipping container for me." After I head this I let out a whistle of air between my teeth. Kate smiled sweetly, but furtively stepped down hard on a small pedal with her tall boot as her hand pulled up slightly on a thin lever, which was on the floor, but was clearly not a stick shift. The arm wrests of my seat locked me so I could not move. As Kate's white glove continued to pull the lever to its next position, my hands disappeared into the arm wrests of the seat. Her next pull of the lever caused hidden leg irons to bond my boots to the floor! I was nervous but very excited. I felt a strong stimulation going through my own boots and gloves again, which nearly made me cum and wondered again if I was sensing Kate's horniness. Kate began to speak again, "Men who like to watch me in tall boots enjoy playtime in my bondage devices too. I take car of you in many ways, no?" As Kate said this she let out another deep sigh, as if her vagina was getting wet. External stimulation caused my erection to pin to true north, but I felt my underwear actually squeeze my cock at the base to prohibit my ejaculation. I saw Kate closed her eyes in pain. "Kate, what is going on with my undergarments?" "Your undergarments are a feedback system. Our libidos are tied to one another. You physically feel my sensations and I feel yours. Garment is calibrated to tease, so you do not squirt off, before I want you to. I wish for you to feel Kate's enjoyment while I operate car, while wearing equestrian outfit. I tease you well and you tease Kate back without knowing it." It was unusual but sexy how she could refer to herself in the third person at times. "Kate, I wish for you to lick my boots!" This appeared to piss the Amazonian woman off. She responded, "Kate is not used to taking orders from man when she puts him in surprise bondage, but she will indulge wish." My companion drove silently for a few minutes and calmed down as my fly seemed to open on its own (nano-bots at work) and she grasped my cock gently in her white glove, randomly squeezing and manipulating it as it were one of the car's controls. She found a narrow path and followed it into the night until she found a private clearing at the road's end. As soon as she turned off the car, my bondage devices disappeared into my seat and I was freed. She spoke to me, "Please exit car and come over to Kate!" I walked around the car to the sexy blond goddess and she hand her hands on her hips, as if she were considering something. I saw a blur of motion as she picked me up by my feet and hung me upside down! Kate then proceeded to furiously lick the soles of my boots as she held me up apparently effortlessly! This woman was sweet, but dominant. She would not lick my boots in a prostrate position. I was trying to test her and found this out the hard way. As she took her time to lick my boots, my head and equilibrium felt way off, until I had an idea." Kate, I wish to eat your pussy, while I hang upside down!" She shook with surprise, but her trained nano-bots to undid her fly and opened her underwear as she held me up higher with no extra effort. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and buried my face in her muff, attacking her swollen clit with my tongue. I felt her give a mighty heave of her chest before she put me down gently on the ground in a 69 position as I was still affixed to her thighs and privates. Kate was a loud woman and her strength was super human. It felt like I was causing an earth quake, especially as I purposely avoided her clit until I flicked it again with my tongue. I had to hold on tight as she bent her tall boots and maneuvered herself before I felt my own fly open up again. This was due to her remote control over the nano particles as she was a partly cyber creature. Kate's full lips now surrounded my throbbing organ. As it turned out, I was outclassed when it came to an oral teasing. She let her lips brush the rim of my cock again and again, before completely removing them from my cock as if I were her lollypop. It didn't help that I could feel her giggling between her licks and an explosion of stimulation in my undergarments reminding me of where Kate was getting stimulated. She would occasionally go all the way down on me for relief, but avoid my sensitive penis head, teasing me. At one point I bucked away from her Kate's lips, but she trapped me by wrapping her equestrian boots around my head. The Russian woman had already kept me from cuming twice by pressing down hard with her mouth on the base of my cock to defeat my ejaculations, so she could continue to tease my cock rim with her skilled lips and tongue. I decided that I really needed to make her cum, so I attacked her clit area with a tongue barrage and would not stop. This threw Kate off, because she almost forgot about what I was doing. What she was doing to me really worked her up, because even though she did not let up on me with her lips, I could feel her body shake harder than she had before. My tongue felt as if it were going to fall off when she gave her last mighty heave and a blissful scream. I thought that her powerful booted legs were going to crack my head like a nut, but she loosened up her legs, while she came in waves of pleasure. After what seemed like a minute she tightened her very tall boots around my head again and teased my cock by alternately swirling her tongue around the tip and brushing the rim with her expert lips. I felt her go down all the way on me and this was all that was needed as I exploded into her hungry mouth. She swallowed my jism very neatly and then unhooked herself from me before taking me in her arms and kissed me on the lips romantically. Kate took my hand as we walked back to the car together. We stayed quiet for most of the trip home, but she had a dreamy look, which suited her beauty and sweet nature. I didn't want to interrupt her bliss, but I needed to. "I need to ask you something?" Kate fixed me with her intoxicating gaze and said, "Ask me anything!", As she listened to me, in her way which made me feel like the most important person in the world, she affectionately stroked the outline of my cock with her free white glove. "Kate, you didn't act like the same person, when we met in your rubber box and how did you grow right in front of me from being just a torso?" "The Nano particles which I control are able to deflect light to re-form an image of me. I cannot change to look like someone else, but I can show a region of myself, move it and mask the rest of my body. It was uncle's idea for me to grow in front of you for big introduction. Actually I was at full height for the whole time. Particles played optical illusion on you. They can also change the color and luster of my clothing. My voice was altered by system in robot costume to make me appear robotic. This was uncle's idea also. " "But what about how your personality was different?" As Kate continued to speak her leather covered hand gave my cock a gentle squeeze. I loved the way that she enjoyed expressing herself by feeling my penis as she told me stories, especially when she operated the car's pedals wearing her sexy boots! My whole body could feel her stimulation of touching me through my undergarments. My blond companion gave a pleasurable sigh as she continued, "The costume takes some hours to recharge synapses in my brain to alleviate depression from being drained by nano-bots. During this time it puts my personality in sleep mode and the on board computer evaluates your needs. I am aware of what I do, but have little control over it, while in costume, with 8 arms. Uncle knows you live by self for long time and have fetish love too. He needed me to bring you out of your shyness. Costume might change behavior and see to your other needs the next time, since we communicate well together now." After some time I could see that Kate's mood seemed to deteriorate and I remembered that her brain needed its daily charging by her costume, since the nano-bots drained her synapses. As we returned home she disappeared immediately. I could hear her footsteps as she hurried down the basement steps. I decided to prepare a simple dinner and save some for Kate. Before I ate it I went downstairs and found both inner and outer doors to the box open. I stepped into the box and Kate was standing before me in her original rubber raincoat costume with the 8 hands and wearing thigh rubber equestrian boots. As I stepped inside, one of her smooth rubber gloves pulled the lever to close the outer door. I felt strange again, because I realized that this wasn't Kate, but a robot being which she disappeared into nightly that had a mind of its own! I decided to just express myself and gave the robot/Kate a bear hug. Four hands lifted me off the ground and the robot hugged me with all 8 of its arms, quite a bit too tightly for comfort, before it put me back on the ground and just observed me! The robot said in our previous visits that it wanted me to express myself, but now it was showing me its edge again. I considered just leaving, but could not tare myself away from the robot. I decided to undress and the robot replied in kind by stowing my clothing in a hidden panel in the wall again. I walked up to the android, went down on my knees and licked her boots. She let me do this for as long as I wanted to, so I was encouraged. I spread my legs to hope that she would give me one of her amazing boot jobs, but she just rocked her sleek rubber riding boot on its heel to tease me. This got me frustrated and I tried to place one of her boots in my groin. The robot proceeded to let me do this, but instead of giving me an erotic massage, she just stepped down on my cock and balls until it began to hurt. I was unable to removing her stubborn booted foot and when I tried she just pressed down a little harder, which put me on the threshold of agony, and used two of her many hands to keep me from moving backwards and escaping. Her other hands got into the mix by stroking the sensitive leg hairs on my thighs, just slow enough, which drove me loopy as two other tickling rubber index fingers found their way into the hollows of my arm pits, while others brushed my nipples in a soft rhythm. I began to enjoy her tickling and hardly noticed that she eased off of my balls with her foot, until two hands rudely poked me in the ribs and her boot stepped down firmly on cock and balls again, ending the relief! The Rubber Box Ch. 02 I tried picking up her leg with all of my strength with no success and after what felt like forever, she removed her foot and picked me right up off of the ground with four of her black rubber covered hands. I screamed at the robot, "What the hell are you doing?" The robot/Kate would not speak a word to me and her face remained smooth with no expression, making me feel more helpless. She answered by pulling out a retractable rubber chair and positioned me across her lap with my ass in a prone position. I thought that she was showing kindness, since she was erotically rubbing my butt with 5 of her hands. But after a few minutes a sixth hand gave my ass a jarring slap, which brought tears to my eyes. She was just preparing me for what was next! I tried to get up but two hands holding me by the wrists in my prone position easily overpowered me. After the second slap I realized that I was getting an old fashioned spanking by the robotic rubber maiden. I asked her nicely to stop and she surprised me by gently grasping my dick and giving it a delicate pull. In a short time I could see that she was in the rhythm giving me a slap or two on the butt, a gentle rubbing for blood circulation and then a skilled pull of my manhood as she rocked a boot on its heel and hummed to me gently. I thought I might cum soon, but her main intension was giving me a spanking. The occasional pulling of my dick by the robot's expert smooth black rubber hand, the rocking of her rubber boot, and her sexy humming were simply diversions. They were reminders of the control she had over me in her rubber box. This seemed different from the way the robot was before. Now she just seemed to be mean spirited. I spoke to her again, "What have I done to make you angry with me? I don't know, but I'm sorry!" The rubber vixen stopped spanking me but grasped my penis firmly by the base, quashing any erotic desire, before totally letting to of it, which felt to be the worst punishment of all. Yet she continued her humming and the teasing rocking of her boot, but now just held me close to her, even protectively with all of her 8 rubber gloved hands, each gently clutching different parts of my body which was a new erotic sensation. I felt like a small child protected by my mega rubber maiden companion intoxicated by her touch, odor and soft humming. I felt so vulnerable and diminutive when I realized that within a split second the robot could change my whole state of mind at will. I tried communicating with her again, "I'm so sorry that I hurt you in some way!" It was at this moment that I had an epiphany. I knew what was happening and I could tell that the robot knew that I knew! The robot continued to clutch me, but one gloved hand reached into the pocket of her raincoat and produced a large capsule. This baffled me. Her rubber glove purposely dropped the capsule on the floor just next to her tall black equestrian rubber boot, which had been rocking on its heel teasingly for the past half hour. Her boot shifted position minutely and without missing a beat pulverized the capsule into the rubber floor with a heavy step. As this occurred, vapor quickly materialized from beneath the robot's booth. Her plan was to expose me to this gas! As I tensed in fear, the robot's 8 rubber gloves increased their grip, which made even small movement impossible, but one hand freed up to stroke the outline of my cock. My head felt like cement, but the sensation of the robot's glove gently rubbing my cock was greatly sensitized and I came within seconds totally at peace with the world. I knew that the gas was not dangerous, but a moment later I was fast asleep! At this point the robot made an adjustment within her rubber suit which caused her eyes to close shut too. When I awoke, I was in my bed and it was light out. It took a while to get my bearings and then I glanced and saw Kate sitting in my chair but not facing me. She was only wearing a bra and panties and appeared drained of any joy in life, which in itself showed that there was something very wrong. She always wished to be covered in rubber or leather. Yet I needed to focus on our conversation even though she had the longest legs I had ever seen with the curves in her calves and thighs of a chiseled porcelain statue. I could get lost just touching her legs and feet even without her wearing boots. I spoke to Kate, "I'm sorry I made you so jealous." The Russian woman was mortified as she began to sob. "How did you know this?" "When I apologized to the robot last night, before I realized what got her angry, I felt her heave in the form of a sob. When the robot charges your brain synapses, which are drained by your nanobots, you explained that it takes over your personality to enable the brain recharging to be more efficient. The robot explained to me early on that since it is a virtual person it has no real emotion and that it's responses to me were all planned. When I felt the robot sob, I knew that you were still in control of the robotic cyber costume." Kate began to sob uncontrollably. Through her sobs she tried to speak to me. "I have been mean to you and have disgraced myself!" When she began to have control of herself again, I said, "Kate, you just care about me a lot. I still love you!" She looked at me wide eyed, "You do?" In my 45 years I had not known myself to be a romantic, but got down on one knee and said to her "You can make it up to me by taking care of me for the rest of my life and I'll do the same for you!" Kate's face filled with joy, but she rushed out of the room without saying yes or no! I tried to leave the room, but the door was blocked by an invisible barrier again. It was Kate's nano-bots! A few minutes later, I heard booted footsteps on my wooden floor and Kate reappeared. She was wearing a form fitting bridal gown, with a train of crinoline material, which trailed to the ground and wore a tiara and veil. The gown had a slit at both sides which revealed great her patent leather thigh boots. She wore white leather opera gloves, which disappeared under the sleeves of her gown which also had a plunging neckline and displayed her heavy shapely breasts to perfection. She was carrying another garment bag. She faced me and rocked on of her long boots on its heel teasingly as always. For wedding, you wear tuxedo, white gloves and equestrian boots with sexy underwear for Kate, yes? I responded, "Ok I think I'll go get changed." I thought I shocked her, but without missing a beat, she just held up the garment bag in her hand and said. Your clothes are right here. I'll help to dress you!