| CASSY- AN EXERCISE IN RUBBER “But Mum! Why do I have to put it on?” Cassy was looking up at her mother who was holding what seemed like a scuba diving costume. Her mother sighed. Her daughter Cassidy was slightly overweight and had been diagnosed as hyperactive. She was only nine! But the doctors had said that this would help in two ways. It would make the girl sweat and it would stop her from running around as the fabric was so thick she wouldn’t be able to move it. “Stop fussing Cassy! You heard what the doctors told you! This would be good for you. Now put it on and don’t make a fuss!” She held the suit open for the girl who placed her foot into one the legs. “It feels weird, and cold.” Cassy complained as the rubberised fabric started to cling to her leg. She hadn’t seen the next thing that would touch her. As this was designed to stay on all night there were two attachments, and her mother hadn’t told her about either! “Now lie down” Her mother told her. Cassy did as she was told. “Look up at the ceiling and don’t move!” “Why?” The question that nobody teaches them but all children learn at an early age! “Because I tell you to!” The answer all parents learn to give their children. As Cassy followed her mothers orders she felt her mother touching her in that ‘private’ place that she was told never to touch. Then she felt something probing her. “Oww! That hurts mummy. What are you doing?” “Just making sure you don’t wet the suit tonight darling!” she said as she inserted the catheter into her daughters urethra and up into her bladder. She inflated the two balloons to ensure a tight fit. She made sure the tube was bent so that none of the urine already entering it would leak out. Then she fitted the tube to a small bag that was designed to securely fit onto the suit. “There’s a good girl. Now there’s just one more thing I have to do, roll over!” She said that in a no-nonsense voice. Cassy had to obey. She felt her mother touching her ass, rubbing something onto it. And then there was something pushing onto her. She felt it starting to enter her ass. “Don’t fuss Cassy. I’m making sure there are no accidents while you’re in bed.” Her mother told her as she positioned the butt-plug inside her daughter. “Now stand up.” Cassy was told. This was difficult as she couldn’t really move her legs and so her mother had to help her by lifting her up onto her feet. Then her mother started to get some talcum powder and was rubbing onto her daughter’s ass and the top of her legs, near that ‘private’ place. “Now this is to make sure that the suit will slide on nicely.” She told her daughter and then picked up the suit and was pulling it up Cassy’s legs until her lower parts were encased in the rubber fabric. There were fasteners designed to ‘pull’ in the rubber so that it was skin tight on the girl. “Oohh mummy it’s too tight. It’s hurting me. And that ‘thing’ in my bottom is pushing in!” Cassy complained. “That’s what it’s supposed to do, now don’t be such a cry-baby! You know it’s for your own good!” Was all that her mother told her before she started to rub talcum powder onto the young girls chest and back, then along the girl’s arms.. “Now arms out in front and we’ll put the top on.” She was told. This was becoming too much for the girl. Her legs were already hurting from the heat and tightness. But she couldn’t run away as she was unable to move them in this rubberised hell of a suit. “There’s no need for tears. Just wait in a few weeks time you won’t think a thing about this.” Her mother told her happily. This was the lost thing that Cassy wanted to hear. Her mother had pushed the arms of the suit up against the hole so that all Cassy had to do was to push her hand into the hole and then the front of the suit could be pulled back. She had already been told what to do. She pushed her hand into the arm and then gripped the headboard of her bed as her mother went behind her. “Now hold on tight!” Was the only warning as the suit was pulled. The arms concertinaed along her flesh seeming to wrap themselves onto her as they went. Now the front was against her chest, but loose. Her mother then seemed to breathe hard and pulled until the front was moulding itself to her daughters’ chest. Her mother then released her hold on the fabric and started to check that the fit was correct by running her hands over the rubber, feeling where it followed the flesh of her daughter, even the indentation of the child’s belly-button was there to the tactile sensations. “That’s a good girl. Now I’ve just got to finish the back.” Her mother told her as she started to use the fasteners to tightly fit the costume onto her daughter. “Oh mummy, I can’t breathe properly. It’s on wrong!” Cassy complained. “Nonsense child! You saw the video. It’s meant to be tight and constricting. Just take shallower breaths. Her mother finished fastening her into the suit and stood back to view the effect. Held in a skin-tight rubber costume was her darling, if slightly fat, daughter. The arms of the suit, like the legs, ensured that there was little movement the child could make, and now the rubber was starting to make the child sweat. Cassy’s mother looked down and saw the small tube coming from the front of the child’s suit and remembered she hadn’t put the bag on the suit yet. This was placed onto the outside of the girl’s leg - this would add extra heat to that area. The bag could be moved elsewhere at times so that the head could be concentrated where it was needed most. Cassy hated being in this suit and this was the first time! She didn’t like the sticky feeling and she was starting to get hot. She couldn’t move her legs or her arms. In fact the only things she could move were her head and her mouth. “Mummy do we have to do this? Can’t I go on a diet?” Cassy asked. Her mother shook her head, “No you can’t. Young girls shouldn’t diet! It can cause problems in their later lives. No you have to sweat off your fat. and who knows you might just think about how much you eat next time!” Then her mother produced something that Cassy hadn’t seen before. It was a mask that her mother quickly placed over her face and was attaching it to the body of the suit before the girl knew what was happening. Now her head was immobilised and her mouth was gagged. Her nose was uncovered and there were holes where her mouth went, but she couldn’t move her mouth at all. Her mother had moved her hair away from the mask so that it hung free. “You’ve got such lovely hair, I’m glad I got this version instead of the all-over mask. Just think I’ll be able to brush it for you tonight.” This was something Cassy didn’t like; other people touching her hair Now Cassy was fully immobilised. She couldn’t even ask her mother to release her. “Now Cassy it’s time for you to go to bed. You’ll be there all night.” Cassy didn’t think this was fair! It was only 6 o’clock in the evening! That meant that she would be stuck in this suit for fourteen hours when she was allowed up at 8 o’clock the next day. Her mother picked up Cassy and then lowered her onto the bed. she smiled at her daughter’s eyes and shook her head in amusement. Then she picked up the brush and started to brush her daughter’s hair, something that she’d stopped when Cassy was six and moaned about the tangles that the brush pulled through. Now her daughter couldn’t stop her. Cassy, unmoving and sweating, felt the brush as it started to move through the strands of her hair! She felt the first knot as her mother tugged at the brush! She tried to scream out but was muffled; all she could do was cry. ------- This was written for Rubber Girl, I hope you liked it? |