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To put the gag in, or not to put the gag in...

That was what she was pondering as she stood there - a petite 20 something, covered in meticulously polished and well lubed black rubber. She regarded herself in the mirror, and like so many women, expected to see her insecurities staring back at her, but instead only found that incredible shine and curve of the rubber staring back at her.

The sight of herself, almost totally covered in rubber, sealed in from her neck to her toes, was nearly enough to fog her judgment enough to get her to pop the gag in.

She came pretty damn close, but forced herself to place it on the shelf by the mirror. Another time. Tonight would be the start of a long, long game, and she didn't want her fun ruined by an aching jaw a few hours in.

She picked up a large floppy piece of rubber and held it in front of her. It was shined and lubed well like the rest of what she wore, and made that familiar musical rustling sound as she pulled it's edges apart and flapped in infront of herself to get some air in.

Putting one arm into the top, she pulled it down over her head, and began her descent into a rubber encased dream...