The Plastic Sandwich · Part 1

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The BDSM Expo has been going on for two days already.

We have checked in at the hotel on Tuesday and from Friday morning Alicia and I planned to be lost in the aisles of the convention floor.

The BDSM Expo has plenty of things to entertain us, you see. We purchased a lot and I had so much fun watching Alicia squirming when I said that I absolutely had to get those hinged handcuffs, and that latex catsuit and also those latex panties. My wife gets excited at the idea of all these things but is a bit shy. She is also a tall (5' 9") willowy and gorgeous redhead with a slim waist and narrow hips and breasts that are just a bit too big for her chest but I don’t complain. A C cup is a bit snug but a D is too roomy so she stays with a C. Her nipples are small and tend to pucker and swell when she is turned on. Her face would launch a whole bunch of ships. A total 9.9 even though she doesn’t know how incredibly sexy lovely she is.

It was the first time we visited a exposition like this, so we scurried down the aisles all the time.

Alicia was pretty shocked at first on the various exhibits and she was definitely not very comfortable with the models.

As a favor to me, Alicia had worn a flouncy green mini-skirt with green panties. Her jersey top was green also and the plunging neckline with her Victoria’s Secret push-up bra gave her reasonable spectacular cleavage. Alicia has a sexy ivory smooth chest and bosom which seems so innocent and feminine. Shy as she was, she still enjoyed the hungry look of the guys and the envious looks of the ladies as we walked about, she confided in a whisper. She wore her shoulder-length red-auburn hair pulled back into a pony-tail and I enjoyed the frankly envious looks of the men also as they noted Alicia’s leather collar and matching wrist and ankle slave bracelets. Her shoes were also green high-heels but not of exaggerated height because she was pretty spectacularly tall already. The green made her green eyes even more green.

In many of the exhibits women were in various grades of undress or stuck in various predicaments; i.e. handcuffed, rope-tied and so on. It was generally accepted that everyone who walked by was free to grope, pinch, kiss or lick where they wanted… with the girl usually in no position to defend herself. One of the most interesting device along these lines was the rolling spread eagle trailer cart (RSETC). Essentially the RSETC WAS pulled by a small robotic golf cart. The cart was programmed to travel down each aisle and stop for a few minutes to allow inspection of the trailer-cart. The RESC was a large 6 foot steel square with two layers of plastic in the center forming a large window.

The corners of the window were cut out and open. The plastic held a naked female manikin is an obscenely wide spread-eagle, her hands and feet were in the corner openings. The angle between the open inner thighs were just a bit more that ninety degrees which is pretty wide as such positions go. The interesting thing about the cart was that the breasts, pussy and ass of the manikin (the interesting parts) were covered front and back by frosted plastic covers…frosted enough to reveal that the manikin was, indeed, anatomically correct, but leaving the fussy details rather hard to see.

The head of the manikin was hidden by a dark tinted detachable plastic panel through which one could discern a dim pretty manikin face with a round mouth gagged and open to the outside of the plastic. It was easy to see a painted red tongue inside the tube-gag. The RSETC was sponsored by a San Diego plastics firm.

Actually Alicia was very uncomfortable about that particular display because as it traveled about the hall, the men seemed to be fascinated by the concept and came to inspect the figure as close as they could. They couldn’t touch the manikin of course but the plastic cover was scratched and worn in strategic places. I asked Alicia why she was bothered by the display.

“I don’t know” she said hesitantly. “It gives me the heebee-jeebies though. I guess it is the idea that people could see every thing a girl has got if she was in there and if those frosted panels were clear.”

“It’s just a store-dummy.” I said and grinned.

“An anatomically correct store dummy I think” Alicia replied, and giggled.

“Actually, I was surprised that they hadn’t hired a model to be in there.” I said.

“Me too.” Aliciad shook her head. “Maybe the models were a bit intimidated by the idea, like

I laughed. “You? Intimidated?” I shook my head ruefully.

She giggled. “I’m not saying that the idea isn’t a scary turn on… I’m saying that the damn thing scares me shitless. The robot thing is a part of it, maybe. The thing just rolls around by itself and there is no protection for the girl inside. Well…it’s just a manikin I know….and they can’t get at her…”

“Which is scarier?” I asked. “The idea of being seen or the idea of being felt up by all those strange men?”

“Oh Jesus! Tom.” She squeaked. “ They can’t get at her, can they? After all she is totally helpless and spreadeagled.”

“The girl manikin? No.” I said. “Unless they remove those frosty panels.) “They can take those frosty panels off?” Alicia asked breathlessly.

“Yeah. They can. I asked and they said that they can leave the panels off or put clear ones or opaque ones on.

“Wow!” Alicia said. “That is really scary. She is totally wide open. She wouldn’t be able to stop those guys from taking any liberties they wanted to.”

“Would you like to try it?” I ask casually.

Alicia grinned. “Not a chance, fella.” She said emphatically. “No Way hose. No lookee no toucheee — thems are my rules”

“What if we used the opaque panels and I don’t let anyone near you.?

She looked at me skeptically “You’d get me in there and then put the clear panels on it.” She said. “Or take off the panels and let those guys feel me up.”

“I wouldn’t do that…. Well maybe” I said. “Actually tomorrow is the last day and the guy said he was looking for a real model to wear a Bikini in it. If the panels are opaque no one would be the wiser.”

I smiled. Every time I tried to talk her in trying something for me right there on the exhibition floor, she refused. She was terrified at the idea of the possibility of being touched by complete strangers without being able to defend herself.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Not a fucking bit” She answered using the vulgarity for emphasis. And this, no matter how much I guaranteed her that I would keep everyone at bay, her fear overcame her trust in me. I shrugged.

So, on Friday night after a light meal and several glasses of wine, we returned to our rooms before going back to the display ball room. The last night was a party-night. I wondered what else would be going on. When we were back in our room, I challenged her. If I could assure her no one is gonna be able to see or touch her, would she try it for me.

After a pause, she said “yes, I must be crazy but ok” so I had only to make a call to set my plan in motion.

While she was in the shower, the two guys from the Plastics Company, Joe and Ed, brought the

RSETC into the room on its rubber tires. It fit behind the curtain in the outer room rather neatly, actually. The two of them hid in the closet and I told them to be quiet.

When she got out of the shower I dried her off and wrapped her in a big warm robe and gave her a glass of wine. She smiled at me seductively and, I am sure, wondered what I was up to.

I smiled and considered my plan. Actually Alicia was absolutely right not to trust me but we had never gotten too carried away with our games. Alicia’s lovely body had long sexy legs and a wonderful set of tits that any Hollywood starlet would envy.

“I think we should screw around a bit before we go down.” I grinned.

“What did you have in mind, lover?” She said, giving me a mischievous look.

“Well, we have a few new toys to play with.” I said. I held up the handcuffs.

Alicia smiled and turned her back putting her hands behind her so that I could put the cuffs on her.

“Is this what you had in mind?” she asked with that coquette look.

“It’s a start.” I said. Once she had the cuffs on, I stepped behind her and put her blind fold over her eyes.

“What the hell?” She twisted about. “What are you doing, Tom?”

I pulled the robe off her body and stroked her gently. “Just having a bit of fun, darling,”

I fitted her hood over her head.

She objected. “Dammit, Tom. What are you doing?” Her head tossed as she resisted mouth ring built into the hood.

“Open up sweety.” I said. She really didn’t have much choice cuffed as she was.

“Ahhh wahhh oooo iing oooeeec ooott hiitt!!”

“I heard that” I said with a smile. “You look so nice naked with your hood on.”

“Huck ooo!” She said.

I went to the closet and put my finger to my lips cautioning silence. The boys nodded. One of them was a big football player type.

Alicia twisted on the bed. “Airrr arrr ooo?”

The boys carefully rolled the RSETC into the room and set the brake. There was a click as the heavy plastic sides opened The bottom and the top opened seperately allowing the girl’s arms and torso to be locked in before the lower limbs were spread and locked. Interestingly there were velcrow straps to secure the ankles while the torso was positioned.

Alicia’s body froze upon hearing the click.

I went back to her and touched her arm. “You are gorgeous, you know.” I said.

“Huck neee!” She said.

I smiled. “You said you would try something for me first, darling.” I said.

“Hmmmph” She snorted. I stuffed a cloth gag in her ring opening and pulled a snap shut on it.

“Mpppphhhhh!”

I reached down and unlocked her cuffs and pulled them off. She brought her hands around rubbing her wrist. I nodded to my accomplices and they each grabbed a wrist and arm.

“Eeeeeeeahhhhh!” She screamed in embarrassed surprise. “Mpppphhhhh!” She said loudly as she was frog-mached over to the RSETC and backed into the depression in the plastic that fit her body perfectly. Her arms were fitted into the arm-slots and she was lifted off the floor. I velcrowed her feet before she could kick. The arm slots were at an upward angle.

The top half of the RSETC closed on her torso and the head attachment closed seperately on her ring-gag with the cloth still filling her mouth. Her hands were fluttering like birds in the corner openings at the end of their transparent imprisoned arms.

Ed and Joe each grabbed a shapely ankle and released the velcro. They easily fit her long lovely legs into the plastic depressions that seemed made for them. The bottom half of the sandwich closed and my naked wife was obscenely spread wide on the inside of the transparent but slightly blue tinted plastic sandwich. Her bare feet, like her hands, were accessible. Her feet and toes curled helplessly. I know that she knew what I had done and I knew that she was really pissed because two strangers had helped to man-handle her naked body into the RSETC. And I knew that in a moment, she would realize what being a model in the RSETC really meant.

Alicia was screaming through the gag but not much was coming through because there was a plug over the opening into her mouth. “Ok” I said. Alicia stopped making a sound because she wanted to hear what I was saying.

“ I promised her that I would not use the clear panels.” I said. Alicia stayed quiet. “I don’t like those frosty panels.” Alicia was quiet. “ I think the opaque panels are ugly.” Silence.

“ And any panel at all will keep guys from being able to cop a feel.” I could almost hear Alicia’s brain working. “So…ok.” I said. “No Panels at all.”

“Eeeeeeeeeearrrgh!” Evidently my wife in the sandwich was not happy.

“Are you sure, Tom?” Ed said.

“Yeah. That is the way she would like it, I think… After all, why be wheeled about down there in public if all the guys can’t see all her parts and play with them.” I said with a wicked smile.

“Rrrrrrr” came the sound from the RESC.

“There are some things I want to do that your boss said we can.”

Joe nodded. “Of course.” He opened the head part of the RESC and replaced the tinted head cover with a clear one. I undid the hood and pulled it off of her face. Although she had her blindfold still covering her eyes the ring gag was off.

“God damn you Tom You get me out of this fucking thing right now!” She screamed.

“Let me get that blind fold off, Sweets.” I said. “It adds to the enjoyment when you can see what is happening.”

“Nothing is going to happen you son-of-a-bitch. You know that this thing scares the fucking shit out of me, dammit. I don’t want a bunch of strangers staring are me and touching me where ever they damn well please and I know where they want to be touching me and I don’t want anybody looking at me let alone touching me without me being able to do anything about it. Dammit.”

“Now Alicia. Don’t worry. I’ll be watching… at least most of the time. Remember that the little golf cart just goes a bit and stops and then goes a bit and then stops. These guys can’t really do anything except touch and tick

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