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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
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Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!)
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500
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DOLLFAC.TXT

ROXANNE'S STORY

I got home from work almost a hour early so that I could lay out the
clothes that I planed on forcing my cunt of a wife to wear for me
tonight.  Cynthia doesn't like dressing up one bit, she never has, but
she does exactly what I tell her, or I slap the little slut silly.
She would be getting home from the airport at about 6:00 p.m. and I
wanted everything ready when she walked through the door.

I guess a little background is in order.  I hadn't been very happy
when Cynthia, my wife, had asked Roxanne, one of her co-workers to
rent the spare bedroom in the basement Roxanne was fresh from
Montreal, and she had a dark, exotic complexion. One look at Roxanne's
clothes had made up my mind that the hot little dusky skinned slut was
going to move in.  When I first saw the way Roxanne dressed I thought,
"God, this cunt must be a fucking hooker or something.  So, as soon as
I had received Cynthia's call I had decided I would dress Cynthia up
like Roxanne, make her wear all of that whore Roxanne's clothes
tonight to make me hot.

Ever since we got married I have been dressing Cynthia up like I want,
in the things I like to see cunts wear.  Since Roxanne is the hottest
dressing bitch I had ever seen, I thought Cynthia would look perfect
dressed up in all of Roxanne's tight, sexy things. I decided that
tonight was a perfect time make Cynthia play dress up.  Now, at last,
I was going to get some use out of that French Canadian whore's
wardrobe.

After all, Cynthia had called to tell me that we would have the house
to ourselves over the weekend because Roxanne was going to leave
straight from work for a weekend with a friend and I had already
checked to make sure she and Cynthia are the same size (I had checked
everything).  The only bad part was that I worried all the way home
over if that stupid, fucking cunt Roxanne might have taken the things
I wanted to dress Cynthia in.  But everything I'd wanted was right
there in Roxanne's room.  So, I took what I wanted and tonight I would
make Cynthia dress in Roxanne's clothes from the skin out.

The first thing of Roxanne's that I laid out was her black satin
corset, trimmed in red lace. I knew I'd like this corset on Cynthia,
not only would it cinch her down to an impossible wasp waist but it
would leave her tits bare. Next, I dug through Roxanne's dresser
drawer till I found the matching string bikini panties and laid them
on the bed.

Then, I opened a new pair of Roxanne's black seemed sheer nylon
stockings and laid them on the bed next to the corset. Roxanne's back
laced, black leather, knee hi boots with their soaring pencil thin
spiked heels were laid next to the nylons.  The outfit was a bit of a
problem, god, Roxanne had some of the sexist clothes I have ever seen.

I had decided, however on Roxanne's white leather dress. The dress was
skin tight, long sleeved, very low cut.  The skirt to the dress was
mid-calf length and zipped down the back all the way to the hem. I
think if you zipped it all the way that the effect would be just like
a hobble skirt. To go with the dress I selected a black wide leather
V-belt that buckled in the back and black leather elbow length kid
gloves.

On Roxanne's dressing table were just a few of Roxanne's wigs, I
selected a waist length red-gold one, styled in a mass of tight curls.
I carried the dress, belt, gloves and wig down to our bedroom.  Then I
went back to Roxanne's room for the jewelry that I wanted.  A gold
band collar necklace, long, dangling gold and rhinestone earrings and
gold spurs for the boots. The last thing I took from Roxanne's room
was her short black mink jacket.

I heard Cynthia's car in the driveway, then the sound to the front
door closing.  I went out to let my wife in on the plans for the
evening.  She was standing in the hall taking her coat off when I came
in the living room.  Cynthia is tall, almost my height with short
brown hair, a nice body and great tits.  She was wearing Jeans, tennis
shoes and a tee-shirt.

She had a full time job in a department store stock room and they had
sent her to some kind of school to use some kind of computer  She had
been gone for 45 days and now the dumb bitch was back working in a
stockroom. This a pretty piss- poor job for a woman with a masters
degree, but what the fuck.

"Cyn!  Hey, fix me a drink and come here, we're going to have a
special time tonight, you won't believe what I got in store for you!"

Cynthia just smiled and went into the kitchen.  She came out with a
couple glasses with ice and went to the bar.  She poured me a Bourbon
straight and a wine cooler for herself. She handed me my drink and I
knocked it back.

"Guess who's things your going to wear tonight baby!", I said leering
at her.

Cynthia just smiled back at me, "You know Richard, I'm really tired of

dressing up like your $100.00 a night whore just so you can fuck me
like a toy and drop me when you've gotten your rocks off. I don't
enjoy it."

"Well, I didn't enjoy the dressing at first and I still don't enjoy
the fucking, and I've been thinking, what's good for the goose is good
for the gander."

"I don't understand. What the fuck are you talking about?"

Cynthia smiled again, "I know that you don't yet understand Richard,
but you will soon. As a first step, I've spiked your drink. You'll
soon find that you have no control over your movement."

"No!" I felt my head spin. " What going on Cynthia, you crazy bitch!?"

Cynthia stood up and smiled at me, "But don't worry, it's effects will
pass in a little while.  There we go. Even now you can't move to put
down your drink."

I went to move but she was right I was frozen. "God Cynthia, what are
you going to do?  Help me. This isn't fucking funny."

"I never hoped it would be funny, because I'm very serious."

I couldn't move a muscle in my entire body, yet I could still speak
through clenched teeth, "Cynthia, What are you doing!"

Cynthia looked down at me, "You see Richard, now its my turn. Instead
of me dressing up as a new slut every night, I'm going to make YOU,
into "my" perfect, slut lover."

Cynthia sat my drink down, then, gripping my arm, she slowly raised me
to a standing position. Standing, yet totally helpless she took my
hand and slowly guided me into our bedroom.

"Please Cynthia, we can work this out." I begged.

Once there she began to strip me of all my clothes.  She didn't
answer, but just smiled at me.

"Please Cynthia, lets not go any further. What are you talking about? 
What's this perfect lover bullshit?

Still Cynthia didn't answer but walked to her closet and opened the
door.

"Now Cynthia, stop this right fucking now!"

She ignored me totally, seemed not to even really hear me as she
carefully pulled out a large box and setting it on the bed in front of
us, she continued, without a pause....

"What the fuck do you think your doing!  You can't do this to me!!" I 
growled.

 Suddenly Cynthia turned and with a evil glare sneered, "Oh but my
love, yes I can, cause I'm doing it right now!"

Now she opened the box and pull out a rubber latex body suit. No, not
so much a body suit as a latex sex doll without a head.  The latex was
a perfect flesh color with a dark tan. Cynthia sat me down onto the
bed and with ease, she began to slip the latex rubber onto my frozen
form.

First one leg then the next. The feet to the suit even had individual
toes, each with a wine red painted toe nail. I felt Cynthia pull the
smooth, rubber up, sliding it over my legs. This was not ordinary
latex. It was soft and porous, much more like the texture of skin than
rubber.

As she stood me back up, I begged, "Please Cynthia, you don't know
what your doing!!"

With a tug she pulled it up to my waist and not so gently placed my
soft cock into some kind of pouch inside the latex suit.

Cynthia moved behind me and purred in my ear,   "On the contrary, my 
darling, please believe I know just what I'm doing my dear, your
becoming my pretty French Barbie Doll. Feel how the latex grips your
legs so very tightly, just like a second skin, a beautiful tan skin!.
I love working the latex up your legs, god, I can't believe how
lifelike this latex is. Can you feel how the latex molds to your legs
so very tightly, just like a second skin.

Yes, I know the feeling . I think this is going to work out
perfectly."

Somehow a whimper had crept into my voice,  "Cynthia, stop, I don't
like to wear latex and this is way to tight."

But she didn't stop.  "Now let's stand you up, there.  See Richard,
that pathetic little cock of yours into the pouch, there!  See how
your worthless cock disappears and how lifelike your new pussy is. Why
darling the cock sheath even hooks up like a catheter so your piss
hole works just like it does on other women.  From now on you'll have
to squat to pee just like a real girl."

"An additional benefit is that your shrivelled cock will act just like
a real clit. In that pouch it will be stimulated by anyone fondling or
fucking your pussy. You will be able to have a real "female" orgasm.
This is a benefit I would like to deny you, but your lovers will want
the realism."

With a tug, she pulled the body suit up to my waist.  She fitted my
helpless hands into the tight, tight  latex, carefully working my
fingers, hands and wrists into their tanned, satin smooth veneer.
"Darling, don't complain so!  Now let get your hands and fingers
worked into their new latex skin.  You know, I'm going to love having
you helpless!  There not even one wrinkle!  Now your hands are those
of a elegant woman, perfect in every detail, even down to your
beautiful, slick, wet, blood red, highly polished, two inch long
finger nails.

"Don't you think your new claw-like nails are so pretty and sexy!
Goodness, this body suit is so tight!"

Soon my torso and arms were just as tightly gloved in the smooth
rubber.  As she sealed the back of the latex body suit with some kind
of glue, I could see in the full length mirror that my new latex body
was completely hairless and had the most beautiful feminine shape I'd
ever seen. There was not a seem or joint anywhere to spoil the effect
and huge firm breasts of latex were luscious and alluring, the deep
pink nipples stiff and erect. The effect was perfect, the detail
unbelievable, even down to the blood red, dagger- like nails on each
finger.

"No Cynthia, I'm don't want to be a girl! Stop this now!"

Cynthia smiled, "But don't you see my love, my perfect lover looks
like a woman; a pretty French slutty, bitch for me to enjoy!"

I looked down at the bare, shaved, pubic area and I saw a well formed 
vagina and a stiff, large, clitoris protruding from between pink inner
cunt lips.

"Cynthia, get this god dammed thing off me right fucking NOW!

Cynthia simply looked ant me, smiled and kept right on with
transforming me into the object of her fantasy. Cynthia sat me back
down on the edge of the bed and with seductive ease she slide  on
Roxanne's black silk stockings on my latex encased legs, first the
right, then the left.

Then helping me back to my feet whispered to me, "You know darling, I
wish you didn't think that way. You know I have spent a great deal of
time and money just to do this with you.  I have no intention what so
ever of stopping.  My days of being your submissive unsatisfied whore
are over, from this second on we'll play the games I like!"

Cynthia checked to make sure the seams to the stocking were straight
then with subtle ease she put Roxanne's black satin corset around my
latex covered waist, fitted the half cups of the bra tightly up and
under my huge firm latex breast then began to lace the back of the
corset tightly closed. Tighter and tighter Cynthia pulled the laces,
smaller and smaller my waist shrunk. Every time I believed that it was
impossible to pull my waist any smaller, Cynthia would find a way to
make the corset an inch tighter.

Soon I was gasping for breath, panting like a dog, begging Cynthia to
stop.  I felt like I was being squeezed to death. I opened my mouth
wide, gasping for breath, as my body was ruthlessly transformed into a
sex object, not a person, just a toy for the sexual enjoyment of
others.  Finally, with a last tug, Cynthia tied the laces behind me.
The corset was so tight that I could just barely breath, but my waist
was pulled down to a impossible wasp figure, so very feminine and
sexy.

Then Cynthia turned me and stepped away and I was allowed to see
myself in the full length mirror.  I could not believe what I saw!  My
body had been forced into a perfect whore's shape. A sweet 16 inch
waist and 38DD breasts.  I stared in the mirror amazed at the
impossible hour glass figure I now had.  My waist had been pulled in
so I could almost put both hands around and have the fingers touch.
My breath was very labored with the tightness of the shinning satin
corset that has molded my helpless torso into such a sexy whore's
body.

"Oh God Cynthia stop, I can't breath, my head is spinning! Please
stop!!"

The corset was so tight that I could just barely breath, but my waist
had been pulled down to a impossible wasp figure, so very feminine and
sexy.

While she fastened the garters to the sheer black stocking, Cynthia
purred, "God darling, I love the way the corset lifts and separates
your lovely breasts to give a suggestion of even more size and
firmness and your tiny waist really calls attention to the size of
your tits.  The only thing really wrong with my plan is that between
the corset, your clothes and due to the tightness of the latex body
suit your movement will be restricted.  But then a pretty submissive
whore don't need to move very fast, does she, my slut love."

I tried to reason with her as best I could through the paralyzing
drug, "Cynthia, what do you mean?  You know you can't get away with
doing this to me.  I'm not some kind of toy, I'm your husband. When I
get loose, you'll pay for this.  Let me go right now!"

Cynthia looked me in the face and smiled as she said  "But don't you
see my dear, I already am getting away with it. When I'm finished with
you, you'll be just like a life size doll..Only you'll be one that I
can move and pose as I wish."

"Oh no my love, you're going to  be just beautiful!  A beautiful
living sex doll for me to dress and enjoy whenever, however I wish.
And whatever gave you the silly idea you were ever going to get out of
this? Soon you will be happy to be a little French slut. You'll see."

I whimpered,  "Please Cynthia, couldn't you loosen the corset just a
little?"  I caught myself begging and yelled, "God what am I saying,
Cynthia take this fucking thing off this second. Cynthia, you dumb
fucking cunt, get this off me!"

She didn't even reply. Instead she sat me on the bed and continued to
dress me as if I hadn't said a thing. Cynthia took Roxanne's knee high
boots from the bed and after sliding my feet into them began to lace
the gleaming black leather onto my legs.

I stared at the soaring, pencil thin 7' inch spiked high heels as
Cynthia laced the boots on skin tight.  "I can't walk in these
things!!"

Cynthia smiled, " Why dear, the heels on these boots are only 7
inches, I think Roxanne has some that are even higher. Besides you
expected me to walk in them, so now you'll know how hard it is to keep
your balance.  But you'll learn to be very graceful and ladylike dear,
you'll learn!"

When Cynthia had finish lacing the boots she slid the silky, tiny
panties up over the high, high spiked heels, up over the gleaming
black leather boots, up over my nyloned legs and up over the corsets
garters, until the panties misted but did not conceal the shaved mound
between my legs.

"There, now lets put your dress on.  You know Richard, I couldn't have

picked a better outfit myself, your going to be a very sexy and
seductive little cunt!"

Cynthia slid my legs into the tight white leather, stood me up and
pulled the dress up to my waist, shit, the bitch had the skirt zipped
all the way to the hem! Next she slid my helpless latex covered arms
into the tight white leather sleeves and pulled the dress all the way
on and started to zip the back closed around the lovely latex torso!

The front of the dress was cut very low to show off my new firm latex 
formed body the and glove soft leather hugged my every curve as she
zipped the back of the dress tightly closed. The dress was a perfect
fit.  "Oh god, your going to be even lovelier than I'd hoped.  You are
going to be an altogether exceptional sex toy!"

I pleaded, "Please Cynthia, let me go and I'll do anything for you!"

"But my dear, don't you understand, when I'm done you'll do anything I
say anyway! He he he he."

"NOOOO!!!"

Now... we seem to have a tiny bit of unwillingness in you and for that
I'm truly sorry. But as my perfect lover, you really will need to love
your new role. Since I'm tired of listening to your constant
complaints, I will just move up my schedule for your next step towards
slavery. So......"

"Please, Cynthia, don't do this. What do you mean that I need to love 
this?".

      Cynthia reached into the box and pulled out a hypodermic needle
and a bottle of amber colored fluid. She filled the syringe with the
fluid, squirting a little out of the needle.

"Cynthia....NO!!"  As I screamed my protest...Cynthia plunged the
needle into my neck and injected the contents.

"NO! MUFFFF Muffff, mufff, mmmm".  My screams became inaudible
whimpers as I felt the warm rush of the drug affect my senses. I keep
throng to scream, but all that escaped were helpless, tiny whimpers.

Cynthia smiled, "There darling, I want you get used to the feel of
total submission. This drug I have perfected will make you pliable to
any suggestions I make for you. Your mind is now a soft sponge for me
to fill with my will."

"Now we need just one last thing to make you perfect, I mean if your
going to have a pretty French whore's body, then you are going to have
to have a sexy whore's face!  Your going to want to be all exotic and
sensual."

She guided me to her dressing table, sat me down in her chair, then
opened the top left drawer. Slowly Cynthia pulled out a beautiful
tanned, full head, mask made of the same porous rubber as the body.
The difference was that the latex appeared to be spread over some kind
of mold. The mask was exquisite; perfectly lifelike, with huge brown
plastic eyes, long, thick fluffy eyelashes, and a shocking red lips.
The come-fuck-me mouth oozed so sensually that the stupidly starring
blank, empty eye holes set off perfectly.

Wild, sexy eye makeup, rouge and eye liner made the face perfect.  I
stared at the unbelievably lifelike full head mask with unbelieving
terror, realizing just what was going to happen to me.

I tried to move, but couldn't and gazed my pleading eyes filled with 
emotion at Cynthia, begging her not to. My mind no longer possessed
the will to do anything but emit a series of tiny, pleading, little
squeaks that were almost inaudible and completely unintelligible.

Cynthia came around behind me where I couldn't see her, and held the
head so I could see the stunning exotic female face.

"Goodbye Richard," Cynthia whispered in my ear, "Take a last look at
your disgusting male face, because in just a few minutes it will be
just a memory.  From this second on your going to be the beautiful
French whore I have always wanted for my lover. Better yet, you will
be my total slave."

Cynthia turned the latex head so the back was to my face.  In the back
of the mask there was an opening slit that ran from the crown to the
neck that allowed the head to be put on, eyelet holes and a long black
leather lace. Then carefully, with a cruel, sensual slowness Cynthia
gently drew the clinging latex head over my helpless male face.  As I
felt the satin caress of the latex mask being slid over my head and
face I tried to scream but all that was heard was a tiny final whimper
that escaped my lips

Cynthia bent forward "What's that darling, I can't understand a word
of what your saying, you must speak up if you want something".

Then my head was totally engulfed in the tanned latex. Once that my
male face had been completely inclosed in it's beautiful female latex
sheath, Cynthia carefully started to slowly work the laces on the back
of the rubber head closed, working from the top to the base of my
neck, over and over, each time forcing the mask to constrict around my
face.  Cynthia kept pulling the laces long after I thought it
impossible to make the mask fit my face any closer!

She kept working the mask carefully closed so as to cruelly force my
face into the mold of the heavy latex mask, making the mask literally
a new, flawless, second skin.  The pressure of the mask against my
face was quickly becoming unbearable.

"God!", I thought "she has to stop, sweet fucking god it feels as if
she's going to crush my head".  The pressure of the mask, the
overpowering feel of the latex made my head swim!  Cynthia kept
working the to laces on the back of the latex head closed, going from
top to bottom, over and over, each time pulling the mask tighter and
tighter, cruelly, tightening it carefully, making the mask literally
skin tight perfection.  It felt as if my head was being crushed as I
stared helplessly through the brown lenses as my face was ruthlessly
molded into the image of a beautiful exotic woman.

God this is impossible, she has to stop, but Cynthia kept working the
laces ever tighter and tighter, forcing my face to take on the
semblance of the beautiful rubber head, superimposing the visage of a
breathtaking French bitch over my own features.

Only when my wife was completely delighted by the image that she had
so cruelly created did she ruthlessly seal my features into the
inescapably female face of a stunning woman by knotting the leather
thong in a hard knot I stared in disbelief at the dusky latex sex doll
sitting helpless in the mirror.

"There you are my beautiful slut, how do you like your new face?
Don't you think you look so much better now that your all sweet,
slutty, and female?"

I tried to shake my helpless head "NO" as Cynthia pulled on the waist 
length, golden red, tightly curled, long flowing wig over the bald
dome of the bald latex head.

In a few minutes Cynthia finished her handy work and stood in front of
me.  "Yes... I've always thought that you're a very beautiful woman
Roxanne and I glad your going to be my slave whore."  In an instant I
recognized the face and body that stared back at me.  As I looked in
the mirror I could see that once the full head mask had been placed
over my face and with the wigs long golden-red cascade flowing over my
leather clad shoulders the resemblance was uncanny. The image that
stared back at me from the mirror was exactly like that of our slutty
house guest.


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