On the occasions that I do play with myself my nipples harden as the rubber slithers across them and I start to feel that inevitable tingle in my geni...als. One hand strays to my groin where I stroke my labia through the rubber, the slipperiness of my previous exertions teasing my clitoris to life. I take the shower head in my other hand, deserting my breasts, and adjust the flow to a single jet which I then direct onto the rubber of my crotch. The force of the water spraying onto my rubber clad. " Jane and Rick held hands and lookedbriefly at each other as Lady Patricia continued, "I never understood whyyou felt the need to dress nor why you wanted me to punish you. But Iknew that the urges were getting stronger and that you had to find arelease. For that reason and because I love you and I trust you, Ididn't object when you reached out to Mistress Jane." Linda suddenlyfelt guilty and her eyes welled."Don't worry pet," Lady P said, "it's all going to be good. You see,Mistress Jane. It remindedhim of the baths his mother told him about that rich ladies take. Therewere bubbles. The water smelled like perfume.He didn't seem to mind as Mirilla scrubbed every speck of dirt off hisskin.He relaxed and didn't want to get out when Mirilla picked up a towel offthe dresser."Step out," she ordered.He complied and stepped into the towel that she wrapped around him. Shethen=2 0led him and sat him down at a chair in front of a mirror."Shouldn't I be getting dressed?" he asked."Just a. "But why do we look like the girls that died in this house and how did it happen?" I asked."Because the house made it happen. A house isn't just a home, but a place of memories. It remembered who you were and made it possible for you two be that way again," she said."But I don't won't to be a stupid girl," the little girl said."Now Jessica don't be ashamed of who you are. I loved you back then, just as I do now." "Why, though, and what is to happen to us?" I asked."Thanks to the house I was.