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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.
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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.
Anakha.
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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.
Anakha
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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!)
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500
Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice)
Message-ID: <xsxdVvC.gaye@delphi.com>
I had been ruthlessly transformed from Cynthia's husband into a
perfect latex echo of Roxanne. Cynthia looked carefully at me, a
helpless exotic woman, a deeply tanned skinned creature sitting before
her. Cynthia smiled, she had done her horrible work perfectly.
Oh and love, if you know who you look like, well then you might as
well answer to your new name. From this second on YOU are Roxanne de
Channel. You must be, you look exactly like Roxanne, you have
Roxanne's tits, cunt, ass and face, your dressed completely in
Roxanne's hot, sexy clothes, your wearing Roxanne's long silky wig, so
from now on, you are Roxanne."
Oh my God....I tried to shake my head "No".
"And you will be Roxanne for the rest of your life."
As I tried shake my head, I felt the silky smooth caress of the long
beautiful tresses caress my shoulders.
"Now Roxanne, my sweet sexy French slut, lets finish getting you
dressed, you have got to be a perfect whore if your going to get a
nice thick cock to fill that hot little pussy of yours."
Cynthia fastened the wide black leather belt around my tightly
corseted wasp waist, doing what I thought impossible, she pulled my
waist even tighter and smaller. Next came, long dangling gold and
diamond pierced earrings were put through my both the latex ears of
the full head mask and my own ears beneath, the gold collar I had
planned on making Cynthia wear went instead around my neck, hiding the
tiny seam were the mask joined the neck of the latex body I was
encased in .
Then Cynthia left the room for just a few seconds. When she returned
she held a pair of gleaming gold prick spurs which she quickly
fastened to my black leather booted ankles and heels. Completing my
outfit, the tight, thin black leather gloves were smoothed on over
both my latex fingers with their sexy, long blood red nails and the
sleeves of my white leather dress. I tried to move my helpless leather
gloved hands, and found my range of motion to be limited.
Cynthia smiled, "Roxanne, you will be able to eat and drink with a
straw because there is a small hole in the gag. But as you will not
be able to talk until I have molded your mind into that of a slut.
Until then, I'll be your only means to survive and communicate. Time
for a booster shot to soften your will even further."
I tried to stroke my wife's arm with my black leather gloved hand,
tiny pleading whimpers tried to escape my lips. Suddenly there was a
sharp sting at the base of my neck again and in a few minutes I found
that I could move again, but only ever so slowly. My will having been
sapped, the tight grip of the latex skin actually helped support my
every movement.
I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. The long wild mass of
red-golden curls that misted the long dangling golden earrings, my
actual eyes indistinguishable under the high arched brows and long
feathery eyelashes, the pouting blood red lips, the creamy coffee
colored skin that set off the gold around my throat so well, the
beautiful face of a sexy, gorgeous woman.
As I stared at the reflection, I realized the perfection of Cynthia's
work. Nobody would ever be able to tell that under the stunning skin
tight white leather dress, under the tight black leather that belted
my tiny wasp waist, under the gleaming black leather of the spiked
skyscraper heeled boots with there glowing golden spurs, there resided
the body of a man.
No one would ever believe that there was a man inside, concealed in
the sweet latex body of a hot, sexy, beautiful bitch. The lie of
Roxanne's ravishing whore's body, the narrow waist, sexy ass, huge
firm breasts with their stiff erect nipples that were clearly outlined
under the soft, clinging white leather of my dress. Above it all the
stunning nymph face was perfect.
Cynthia stood beside me, "Well Roxanne, my sweet beautiful slave, you
are sexy and sensational. You know, we could go anywhere together in
public and know one would ever guess what was inside there. Get used
to it because you'll never, ever change. Your Roxanne, my pretty toy
Roxanne and If you get any ideas of defying me.."
Cynthia walked to the mirror and pressed a hidden switch. Slowly the
huge full length wall mirror opened to reveal a coffin size
refrigerator, a cold damp fog rolled over the floor, "All I have to do
is put you in here and in seconds the soft skin-like latex will harden
and freeze. You won't die but you won't be able to move either."
With that, Cynthia pressed the hidden button again and the door closed
and totally disappeared behind the mirror.
"You will be my complete and total Slave and do what ever I wish! If
not I'll put you in there and no one would ever know miss you. Do you
understand Roxanne?"
I nodded YES.
"Very well, I have to get something from the car, if you move I will
punish you."
I stood where I was trying you think of some way out of this horrible
fate. If I could get the mask off, then I could un-gag myself and
call for help!
I walked ever so slowly, the drugs she injected into me seemed to bind
my every move. I went over to the makeup table and reached out my
gloved hand. A explosion of pain lanced through my body. I fell
forward, striking my chin on the edge of the table. Cynthia had
returned!
Cynthia screamed, "Get up bitch, get up, you god damn French cunt." I
felt her kick me. "I said get up right fucking now or I'll hurt you
again" I somehow managed to get back to my feet and turned to face
Cynthia.
I could see us both in the mirror. I had expected to see me a
frightened mess. Instead I saw the very same sex kitten face, the same
tight sexy clothes with no outward sign of the unbelievable pain that
had racked my body. I saw Cynthia suddenly start to back hand me
across the face, I tried to move, to grab her arm, but I did not have
the will to defy her. Stars exploded in my head. I swayed wildly on
the soaring pencil thin heels. I tried to grab for Cynthia, anything
to keep my balance. I fell heavily into the chair at the makeup
table. I couldn't move.
Cynthia pulled me to my feet and with a vicious tone said, "You still
don't understand, do you Roxanne. You are my slave cunt, a whore for
me to play with. You will do exactly as I say, when I say it. You
will do whatever I command, no matter what, now shake your head yes
bitch, do it!"
Slowly I shook my head my pretty little head in agreement. Cynthia
turned and left me standing there as she went to her dresser and
picked up a Sonny Walkman cassette player. Then she went to her closet
and got what looked to be a pair of white plastic sunglasses, the wrap
around style.
"Now since you want to move around Roxanne, lets see how you like
this." Cynthia fitted the earphones to the Sony over my ears and
pressed the play button. My head was filled with the sound of Janet
Jackson. The music was very loud and I wished she would turn it down
but there was no way to do anything about it now. Cynthia clipped the
walkman to the back of my belt where I couldn't reach it.
Damn her! Then Cynthia placed the sunglasses on me. The insides of
the lens's were mirrored! She could see in, but I couldn't see out.
It was just as if I were blindfolded, but no one looking at me would
ever guess.
Suddenly, Cynthia's voice filled my head louder even then the music,
"Come with me cunt". The music returned as she took my arm and led me
to a corner of the room and let go of me.
Again her voice filled my head, "Now cunt dance for me, dance just
like a Montreal street slut. Keep dancing till I tell you to stop."
I began to dance to the music, in place, not moving from where she had
stood me, teetering on the heels, moving slowly because of the drugs.
As I danced, I thought, sure, she'll let me out of this outfit, she
can't keep me in this outfit forever? Could she? I wondered about my
friends, no she could make up almost any story that they would buy.
There was no one person who might spoil here little plan, my mistress
SuSu. Even SuSu (her real name was Suk, but she believed SuSu was
prettier, stupid cunt), a hot little bitch that immigrated from
Singapore, I was fucking wouldn't wonder if I didn't show up for
while. Besides, she didn't even know my phone number, let alone where
I lived.
It seems as if I danced forever, then Cynthia's voice again filled my
head, "You may stop now Roxanne my pet." The music clicked off and
the earphones were removed. In a few seconds the glasses followed.
"Well Roxanne, you have on the things that were planed to dress your
sweet submissive wife in so I want you to go to my closet and get some
things for me. I want you to pick the very hottest, sexy things and
lay them out here on the bed. Well cunt, what are you waiting for,
get moving!"
I went to the closet and began to remove things that I hoped would
please Cynthia. First I selected her tightest waist cinch, a red satin
one with matching panties and half bra. Then white hose followed by
red satin spiked 6 inch high heeled pumps with 1/2 inch ankle straps.
Next a red satin skirt, knee length and very, very tight. The top to
the outfit was white satin, peplum waist, long sleeved and impossibly
tight. Red satin gloves, elbow length and a red satin pill box hat
with a white silk fish net veil. The final touch was a white fox
short jacket.
I took Cynthia's honey blond "Farrah Fawcett" wig and set it on the
dressing table. "Very good Roxanne, now I have a few things to add."
Cynthia went to her closet and brought out a box, just like the box
the first body suit had came from, opened it and laid it on the bed.
"Wait here!" Cynthia left for a few seconds and then the bedroom door
swung open again.
Cynthia walked in leading SuSu! SuSu was crying, "Please, what you
do. Why can I not move? What you do to me? You let me go, I got to
go work. Please, you no hurt me, you let me go, I not tell nobody
what you do."
In response Cynthia slapped SuSu across the face, "Shut the fuck up
whore. Tell the truth!! You have been fucking my husband, right
bitch"
"Please lady, I not know your husband, I not know him."
Crack, Cynthia hit her again, "Listen to me bitch, I know you have
been fucking Richard and Richard was my husband. Now for the last
time, have you been fucking my husband?"
SuSu sobbed, "Yes, yes I fuck him, please no hurt me, I fuck him."
Cynthia smiled, "That's better SuSu, do you like fucking him?" "Yes,
yes, I like fuck him" "Would you like to be his wife SuSu?"
"Yes I want be his wife. He say we get married when he leave his
wife."
Cynthia stepped back and looked at me. "Roxanne, strip SuSu for me
please, every last thing the cunt is wearing." against my wishes, with
no will of my own, I walked to SuSu and ran my leather gloved hand
across her thigh.
"Please, not take my clothes, please, you leave me the fuck alone.
You leave my clothes alone. You get god damn hand off me."
I looked at SuSu's clothes. As always SuSu was dressed like the bar
girl slut she was. SuSu was wearing a tight, very, very tight knee
length magenta leather skirt, tapered slim, that ended just at her
knees, royal blue lace hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle
straps and impossibly high spiked heels. As always SuSu had cinched
her waist down to a wasp figure.
To show off her whore's body SuSu had on a royal blue satin blouse,
long sleeved, unbuttoned very low to show off her large, firm breasts.
Over the blouse SuSu wore a leather blazer jacket, now unbuttoned,
that matched her skirt. A royal blue, wide leather belt with a gold
buckle went around SuSu's waist and royal blue leather gloves covered
her hands. Around her throat SuSu had a royal blue leather choker,
well not a choker, a collar with a gold studs and small gold D-ring
centered on her throat.
A mid-shoulder length black tightly curled wig covered her own short
black hair. Long heavy gold loop earrings and a small royal blue
leather purse that hung by a gold chain strap from her shoulder
completed her "outfit". As always SuSu had way to much makeup on,
bright pink lipstick, dark purple eye shadow, black eye liner, long
false eyelashes, hot pink rouge and thin penciled brows. God what a
hot bitch outfit, she looked just like the whore she was.
I reached out and took the purse from her helpless shoulder and laid
it on the bed. Just as I had been, SuSu was helpless to resist, but
just I had been able to speak, so could she.
"You give my purse back, you take hands off me, who you think you are.
You nothing but a slutty bitch!"
I pulled the magenta leather blazer off her shoulders, down off her
satin sleeved arms, over SuSu's helpless gloved hands.
SuSu looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please lady, why you do this to
me? You leave me alone, please?"
As she spoke, I pulled her blouse out from her skirt and began to undo
the tiny pearl buttons.
"No please lady, you can no do this, you get in trouble. You leave my
clothes alone!" I pulled SuSu's gloves off, unbuttoned the blouses
cuffs and pulled her blouse off. Underneath the blouse SuSu wore a
magenta corset with royal blue trim. The corsets half bra left her
golden brown 38DD breasts free, her inch long nipples hard and stiff
with terror.
SuSu had started to cry, "Please you leave me alone, please. I just
whore, that's all, please. Why you do what she tell you? You help me,
I make you feel good."
I unbuckled the belt and pulled it free. While she pleaded so very
prettily I turned her and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and pulled
it down around her ankles.
SuSu's voice was filled with terror now as I turned her back around,
"Please, please, you not undress me any more. I got money in purse,
you take it all, just no undress me. I make you feel good. You like
me eat you pussy? I eat you real good. You stop I eat you both. I
love eat nice, sweet lady's cunt"
I sat SuSu down on the bed and pulled the skirt off and laid it
besides all of SuSu's other things. I pushed her back on the bed and
unbuckled the ankle straps to her pumps, then slid the lovely, sexy
high heels off. All SuSu could do now was whimpered "No please, no"
over and over.
I unhooked the four garter straps from the royal blue lace hose and
pulled the hose carefully off of the long sweet legs, the legs I used
to love to feel warped around my back as my cock pounded into her hot,
tight ass. I rolled her over on her stomach and undid the wonderfully
tight magenta satin corset, and pulled the magenta satin string bikini
panties and laid them on the bed. With my hands gloved in leather it
took some doing but I finally got SuSu's earrings off, followed by her
choker, gold chain bracelets (two on the left, one off the right
wrist) and her gold chain necklace with a heart shaped charm.
I stood SuSu back up, her back to both Cynthia and myself.
Cynthia smiled, "Very good Roxanne my pet, now turn our naked little
Singapore whore around."
I hesitated, trying my utmost to regain control over my actions.
Cynthia raised her voice slightly. "Now Roxanne, go back to SuSu and
let me see her, oh and darling, when you walk, walk like the whore you
are, do that for me please."
Totally loosing control I turned, straightened my shoulders to trust
my breasts out, and with a sway to my hips that was almost a
strippers bump and grind, I walked the five steps to where SuSu stood,
unmoving, crying softly. I took SuSu's helpless shoulder and turned
her to face both Cynthia and myself.
Tears marked her pretty face, her firm pert breasts with their stiff
pretty nipples, her narrow flat waist that lead down to the V between
her leg where her thick, sweet amber satin cock and cum filled balls
hung between her soft silken thighs.
Cynthia, still dressed in her jeans and tee shirt, walked over to
where we stood. Cynthia reached out and took SuSu's penis in her
hand, "Well SuSu, what's this between your legs? Well slut, answer
me!"
SuSu whimpered "Please, you let me go, I never fuck your husband
again, you please let me get dressed and leave?"
Cynthia slapped SuSu hard across the face, "I asked you a question
bitch, answer me you fucking little tramp!"
SuSu was in tears, "Please no hurt me, no hit me again. All I do is
let fuck husband, why you hurt me like this." CRACK! Cynthia's savage
back hand knocked SuSu back on the bed, then reaching out Cynthia
twisted a handful of SuSu's short black hair and dragged her back to a
standing position.
With a evil smile and a truly vicious tone said, "You still don't
understand, do you stupid fucking piece of shit, when I ask you
something, or tell you something, you tell me what I want to know or
do exactly as I told you. Now what is that thing between your legs
whore?
SuSu sobbed. "It my cock, please you hurt me so bad. I got cock
between my legs."
Cynthia pulled SuSu's hair harder, "But pretty girls don't have cocks
SuSu, why do you have a cock SuSu?"
"Because I she-male", SuSu breathed, "I she-male whore. Please you let
me go. I have girl friend I live with, she know I come here. You not
let me go, she call police. I no tell what you do me, Please, Please
you let me go home."
Cynthia didn't answer, she sat SuSu down on the bed and opened the
box. I watched in horror as my wife lifted a second latex doll suit
from the wrappings. While the suit that had been used to encase me
had been a beautiful tan shade, this one was creamy white. SuSu look
on in terror, unable to speak as my wife began to encase her in a
beautiful Caucasian body. First one of SuSu's legs then the next. I
saw the creamy smooth rubber skin slide over her legs.
As she stood me back up, SuSu started to beg "Please, You can not do
this to me, you stop."
Cynthia kept right on... she pulled the body suit up to SuSu's waist
and slid SuSu's sweet cock into a pouch just like mine hidden inside
the latex suit.
SuSu screamed "God hide my cock bad, Please god stop, Why you hurt me
so much?"
Cynthia stepped behind her and purred in SuSu's, "I haven't even
begun to hurt you yet, well bitch, you wanted to be that faggot
Richard's wife and that is just what you are going to be. Feel how
the so very tightly the latex grips you as you are covered in a new
creamy white skin."
Cynthia smiled as she continued to pull the latex up over SuSu's torso
and arms. Before Cynthia pulled the torso completely up she did
something inside the ivory breasts. Oh my god, there were nipple
clamps hidden there! SuSu's sweet nipples were placed in the clamps
and Cynthia screwed the clamps down cruelly tight.
All SuSu could do was sob over and over, "No please, my titties hurt
so bad, my titties, you hurt my titties."
Then the suit was pulled the rest of the way up and SuSu's entire body
was tightly gloved in the smooth rubber. Cynthia sealed up the back of
SuSu's new latex body. Now SuSu was completely encased in the smooth,
hairless latex skin. Like my own latex skin, not a seem or joint
anywhere marred the perfection of the beautiful feminine body. Huge
firm alabaster breasts of latex were luscious and alluring, the pink
nipples erect, begging to be sucked. The effect was perfect, the
detail unbelievable, even down to the long red polished nails on each
finger.
SuSu stared at her reflection in the full length mirror and whimpered,
"I not white girl, please, my titties hurt.!"
Cynthia smiled, "I don't understand.. My husband's wife is a white
woman! A submissive white bitch with a bare, shaved, cunt just like
the one between your legs now, a cunt with it's sweet stiff, large,
clitoris protruding from between pink inner cunt lips, not a cock
loaded with cum to fill up sluts pussy's. If you want to look like a
woman, you have to learn to go all the way."
Cynthia sat SuSu back down and with seductive ease she slide on her
white silk stockings on SuSu's latex covered legs, first the right
one, then the left. Then helping SuSu back to her feet Cynthia
whispered to "You know darling, I enjoy doing this to you. I have no
intention what so ever of stopping. My days of having a submissive
little Oriental she-male whore fucking my husband are over! Now you
two little whores will be fucking for me."
Cynthia stopped for a second to straighten the seams to the stockings
then with subtle ease she put her red satin waist cinch around SuSu's
latex covered waist and began to lace the red satin waist cinch
closed. Tighter and tighter Cynthia pulled the back laces, smaller and
smaller SuSu's waist shrunk. Finally, with a last tug, Cynthia tied
off the laces. SuSu's waist had been pulled in to a true hour glass
figure, so very feminine and sexy.
While she fastened the garters to the sheer white stocking, Cynthia
purred, "Well darling, do you like being Richard's whore now? You
know, your tiny waist really makes your tits stand out, just like
Roxanne's there. Of course, you have a unfair advantage, until
tonight our sweet Roxanne had never felt the pleasure of being tightly
corseted and dressed like a whore.
Cynthia looked SuSu in the face and smiled as she said "Don't you see
SuSu's dear, I've got you now and now your going to be just like my
pretty Roxanne there, you'll be my life size sex doll. You too will
be a slut that I bend to my wishes. You're going to be just as
beautiful! A beautiful living sex doll for me to dress and hurt and
fuck whenever, however I wish. And give up your silly idea your going
to get out of this, your my sweet toy now"
SuSu whimpered, "Please you not hurt titties so much. You just please
stop what you do me. I not tell lie! My room mate know I come here.
How you stop her call police?"
Cynthia didn't even bother to reply, instead she sat SuSu on the bed
and continued to dress SuSu as if she hadn't said a thing. Cynthia
took her bright red satin high heels from the bed and after sliding
SuSu's feet into them she buckled the ankle straps tight to SuSu's
legs. I stared at the soaring, pencil thin 7' inch spiked high heels
as Cynthia stood SuSu back up. Now Cynthia slid the panties up over
the high, high heeled satin pumps, up over SuSu's nyloned legs and up
over the waist cinch garters, up until the panties covered the latex
cunt between SuSu's legs.
"There, my sweet little bitch, lets put your dress on. You know
Richard picked this outfit himself!"
Cynthia slid SuSu's legs into the tight red satin skirt then stood
SuSu up and pulled the skirt up to SuSu's waist, the skirt was
buttoned and zipped. Next she slid SuSu's helpless latex arms into the
tight white satin sleeves of the peplum top. The tight white satin
was pulled all the way on and Cynthia started to zip the back closed
around the lovely latex torso!
"Please lady, you have to stop! The front of the dress had a very
daring plunge and soft satin hugged SuSu's every curve as Cynthia
zipped the back of the dress tightly closed.
"Yes, your going to be as lovely in your way as Roxanne is. This night
is better than I'd ever hoped."
"Please, you let me go and I get you girl who like be slave, she do
anything for you!"
"SuSu dear, when I'm finished, You'll be a girl who will like do
anything. You won't have any choice what so ever. I shouldn't say
like anyway, you will do as I want, no matter what! He he he he."
"NOOOO!!! You can no do this. I have you put in jail. You stupid
fucking bitch if you think you no get caught!"
Cynthia just smiled sweetly, "Now... your whole problem is that you
talk as much as Roxanne did so we'll just have to make you like her in
that respect.
"Please, what you mean?".
Cynthia reached into the box and pulled out a second syringe
"Please you can no do this Please ....NO!!"
As SuSu opened her mouth to scream...Cynthia slid the needle into her
neck.
NO! MUFFFF Muffff, mufff, mmmm". SuSu's screams were silenced just as
mine had been into inaudible whimpers as The mind altering drug took
effect. SuSu keep tying to scream, but all that escaped now were
helpless, tiny whimpers. Cynthia smiled, "Now just like Roxanne we
need just one last thing to make you perfect." She guided SuSu to her
dressing table sat SuSu down then opened the middle left drawer.
Slowly Cynthia pulled out a beautiful white head made of latex rubber.
The head was exquisite, long, thick fluffy eyelashes, and a shocking
pink mouth that begged for a cock. Wild, sexy eye makeup, rouge and
eye liner made the face perfect. SuSu sat and stared at the head with
horror, only now did she start to understand what my wife had in store
for her. SuSu tried to beg, but no understandable sound escaped her
mouth as the drugs controlled her mind, just helpless little squeaks
that were almost inaudible. Her brown, pleading, terror filled eyes
stared helplessly at the mask in Cynthia's hands.
"Oh, I almost forgot. We can't have Richard's slutty American wife
with dark brown eyes."
Cynthia opened a contact lens case and removed a large sapphire blue
contact. She easily placed it in the drug frozen SuSu's eye and
followed it up with the other eye. SuSu looked over at me in horror.
It was strange but the sparkling blue eyes looked gorgeous set off by
her dark face and hair. Cynthia came around behind SuSu where the
helpless Asian she-male couldn't see her, and held the head in front
of SuSu's face. Cynthia whispered in SuSu's ear, "Goodbye SuSu, my
pretty she-male slut. This is the last time for you to look in a
mirror and see the way you used to be, because in a few minutes what
you see will be a beautiful American girl. You'll be the beautiful
white submissive cunt that Richard married."
Cynthia turned the head so the back of the mask was to SuSu's face.
Just like mine, the back was open to allow the head to be put on with
eyelet holes and a long black leather lace. I watched as the latex
head was slid over SuSu's head and face. I could hear the tiny final
whimper that escaped SuSu's helpless mouth.
Then SuSu's head disappeared into the latex. Quickly Cynthia laced up
the back of the latex head closed, going from top to bottom, once,
twice three times, each time pulling the mask tighter and tighter.
Cynthia tightened the mask carefully to cruel skin tight perfection.
After pulling the latex as skin tight as she possibly could, when
Cynthia had finished sealing SuSu's features into the features of a
breathtaking beautiful white woman she finished her creation by
knotting the leather thong in a hard knot.
I watched as Cynthia carefully put the golden honey blond " Farrah
Fawcett" wig over the bald dome of the white latex head. It took
Cynthia a few minutes to carefully arrange the beautiful coiffure wig
to her satisfaction then moved in front of the helpless, beautiful
blond girl.
"There now you're the beautiful, submissive Cynthia."
Oh my god, SuSu had been transformed into a perfect twin of my wife.
Cynthia had again done her work perfectly. I could see that once the
full head mask had been placed over SuSu's face and with the wigs
golden blond cloud framing SuSu's beautiful new face the resemblance
was absolutely total. SuSu now looked exactly like Cynthia. Cynthia
looked carefully at her newest doll, a helpless blond creature sitting
before her.
Now my pretty bitch, you will only answer to your new name..from now
on YOUR Cynthia...You are the submissive little cunt that the old
Cynthia was." "Now Cynthia lets finish getting you dressed in your
nice whore outfit, after all you will want to be perfect for your
loving husband." She fastened a slim red satin belt around the Cynthia
doll's tiny wasp waist. Next, long dangling gold and ruby earring
were hung from the Cynthia doll's latex ears, the red satin choker
with the white silk flower went around the Cynthia doll's neck, hiding
the tiny seam were the mask joined the neck of the latex body that
encased her. Then a gold ankle bracelet was fastened around the white
silk of the left ankle.
The small red satin pill box hat was carefully placed on the golden
head and the white fish net veil lowered to cover the staring blue
eyes. Last the red satin elbow length gloves were smoothed on over
both the Cynthia doll's latex fingers with there sexy, long blood red
nails and the sleeves of the Cynthia doll's white satin dress.
The real Cynthia smiled at her helpless mannequin, "Cynthia, just as
Roxanne will not be allowed to talk until her training is complete; I
don't think you'll need to ether. So I'll be your only means to
survive and communicate." Mute tiny pleading whimpers tried to escape
the Cynthia doll's lips. Cynthia bent forward, "What's that darling,
you don't speak any better then Roxanne. I can't understand a word
ether of you say, your both going to have to speak up if you want
something". I saw the hypo in Cynthia's hand suddenly drive into the
base of the Cynthia doll's neck and after a few minutes I watched as
she stood ever so slowly, the tight grip of the drugs bound the
Cynthia doll's every movement just as it bound mine.
I stared unbelieving at the living sex doll that stood before me.
Dangling golden earrings hung clear to the satin clad shoulders, the
huge, staring blue eyes under the high arched brows and long feathery
eyelashes, all just barely misted by the white net veil, the pouting
hot pink lips, the creamy white skin that set off the red satin around
the Cynthia doll's throat so well, the beautiful face of a
unbelievable, hot, sexy, white woman. As I stared, I couldn't believe
the perfection of Cynthia's work..no one who looked would ever believe
that under the tightly belted white satin peplum top, under the tight,
sexy red satin skirt, under the gleaming red satin of the spiked
heeled pumps with there sexy satin ankle straps, it was all a lie.
No one could, would ever think that there was oriental she- male slave
in tight bondage hidden in the hot, sexy body of the beautiful blond
haired, blue eyed white bitch that stood there. The lie of a stunning
Barbie doll face was perfect. Cynthia's stunning slut body, her tiny
corseted waist, sexy ass, huge firm breasts with there stiff erect
nipples hard under the satin of the Cynthia doll's dress, made her
picture perfect.
Cynthia stood beside her, "Well Cynthia, my lover, your almost
finished, and what a sexy, sensational cunt you have turned into. You
had better get used to it because you from now on your going to be
Cynthia, my pretty submissive toy Cynthia doll."
Suddenly Cynthia looked thoughtful, "But SuSu was right, she did tell
her roommate where she was going, even showed her the note she
received from Richard asking her to come here. SuSu put the note in
the top right drawer in her desk.
Well that is no problem really. Now nether of you sweet darlings move
till I get back." Cynthia picked up all of SuSu's things,but left both
the fur jackets that lay on the bed and walked out.
I wanted to move, to walk the few steps to where sweet, helpless,SuSu
stood encased in the body, face and clothes of my bitch wife. But I
couldn't make my self move, my mind had no will of its own. I
motioned to the helpless latex doll who stood staring at me with her
beautiful blue eyes. She just stood there, unmoving except for her
satin gloved hand gently stroking her ivory latex cheek. It was if
she couldn't even see me.
After only a few seconds Cynthia was back. After she looked us over
carefully she smiled, "Well, what good girls you both are. I was so
afraid I was going to have to punish one or both of you. Now come here
Roxanne, I have a drink for you, I know you must be thirsty."
I didn't want to move, but my throat was so very dry that I couldn't
stop myself as I slowly walked over to where my wife stood holding a
bulb like device with a syringe. As I walked toward her, as if for
the first time, I could feel the wonderful sexy tightness of the
latex, satin and leather that surrounded me. I could feel the heavy
pull of the wig whose long silky tresses flowed over my shoulders and
down my back. I could feel the way the soaring skyscraper heels
forced my new latex breasts out and coupled with the tightness of my
skirt and the short mincing steps made my hips sway and my ass wiggle
in a sexy provocative, totally feminine way. I felt and tasted the
cool white wine flood into my mouth and drank thirsty. It tasted
wonderful.
When the bulb was empty, Cynthia removed the syringe from between my
blood red lips and smiled, "You know Roxanne, I was worried that I was
going to feel sorry for you, guilty over what I had done. But all I
feel is wonder, wonder that it took me so long to do this and wonder
at how long your total transformation to a total slave will take.
Well we shall see."
I could feel the strength draining from my body, just like the first
time that Cynthia had drugged me. Within seconds I was again my wife
helpless mannequin, except this time I was already transformed,
dressed as a hot, sexy, beautiful dusky bitch.
My wife lead me into Roxanne's bedroom and then seated me on a pale
blue velvet love seat in front of Roxanne's color TV and VCR. In Just
a few seconds I was joined by the helpless beautiful Cynthia doll.
Cynthia took time to pose us ever so sweetly. My right arm was placed
around her shoulder with my leather gloved hand on her satin covered
breast. Her lovely blond head was laid on my shoulder, her left arm
behind me, around my waist. The Cynthia doll's right hand was placed
on my crotch with my left hand on top of it. I could see both of us
clearly in the reflection of the TV screen. The scene was perfect. The
reflection showed two beautiful lesbian lovers, one dark skinned, the
other alabaster white, gently holding and touching each other. My
wife stood in front of us.
"Well darlings, let me get ready, I feel so out of place dressed like
this. Don't worry, I be back to say good night before I leave to take
care of the little bit of business I have to do."
Cynthia reached behind her head, up under her neck and pulled her
short brown hair off to reveal the bald dome of a perfect, lifelike
mask. She smiled and licked what had I never suspected were latex
lips, "Enjoy yourselves my pets". Cynthia walked out and shut the
door behind her.
It seemed like hours that we sat posed together. Then I heard the
sound of high heels in the hall and the door opened. What I saw took
my breath away. I thought I saw SuSu standing there in front of me, a
hot, Singapore bar girl dressed just to make men want her.
Everything about the new SuSu was perfect, her tight, very, very tight
tapered slim knee length magenta leather skirt, the royal blue lace
hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle straps and towering spiked
high heels, her cinched wasp waist, the silky softness of her royal
blue satin blouse, long sleeved, unbuttoned very low to show off her
large, firm breasts.
Covering the blouse, SuSu wore a leather blazer jacket, now
unbuttoned, that matched her skirt. Her waist was tightly belted by a
royal blue, wide leather belt with a gold buckle went around SuSu's
waist and royal blue leather gloves covered her hands. Around her
throat SuSu had a royal blue leather collar with a gold studs and
small gold D-ring centered on her throat. A mid-shoulder length black
tightly curled wig covered the laces of her latex mask. Long heavy
gold loop earrings hung from the latex ears. A small royal blue
leather purse that hung by a gold chain strap from her shoulder
completed her "outfit".
SuSu's makeup made the picture of a beautiful whore complete, her wet
pink tongue darted out from between bright pink lips, dark purple eye
shadow, black eye liner, amber brown eyes stared from under long false
eyelashes, hot pink rouge and thin penciled brows. SuSu stood there
the perfect vision a beautiful oriental slut on the prowl for cock.
SuSu, the new SuSu, smiled, "How I look? You think I pretty?"
Jesus, the voice was perfect, a soft gentle echo of my beautiful
Oriental she-male lover. The face, body, clothes and voice all
combined to make the illusion perfect. "You both so beautiful, I love
make fuck with both you, but have go now. I have be home before 11
P.M. so my roommate no go through my things."
She lifted her leather skirt with her one hand. Her long red nails in
startling contrast to the magenta leather. I could see the bulge of a
cock in her black silk panties. The hot member throbbed with pent up
passion.
"SuSu have nice cock for fuck and suck, yes?"
Then SuSu's voice switched back to that of my wife Cynthia. "What may
come as a surprise to you Richard is that this cock is only covered in
latex to copy SuSu's skin color. This latex sheath is over a very real
and very functional cock. MY COCK! You see my dear husband. I have
been playing dress-up for a lot longer than you thought. Your pathetic
ideas of dressing for sex have come to bore me."
Her voice changed again this time dropping another octave to a
definitely male pitch, " How does it feel to know that you have been
fucking a man for all of these years. You rotten bastard! I spent my
entire life developing these latex body suits and masks to become the
woman of my dreams. I became the best wife a man could desire. I could
have been the most versatile sex partner any real man could have
wanted. But you decided you wanted something else. Well, you got
something else didn't you?"
"Poor Richard, you cheated on me to experience the joys of fucking an
exotic she-male. Little did you know that all you had to do was to
tell me your desires. I would have pulled my cock out of its pouch and
shown you all of the joys of making love to a "special" woman. I have
a large inventory of latex suits and could have been any woman you
desired. Just think of the fun it would have been to suck and fuck any
fantasy girl you could think of. You could have had your own harem.
But no, you had to be an unfaithful bastard right up to the end! Well
you made your bed, and now you get to lie in it for the rest of your
worthless slut life."
" I will have such fun with you and your little whore friend. You will
know what it is to be a sex toy for all of my new friends. Sometimes
you will be a French street whore, sometimes the submissive Cynthia,
sometimes the she-male SuSu, sometimes a little of each. But you will
never be a man again, and you will be my little toy to do with as I
please. You will be the receptacle of cum forever."
Anakha.
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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.
Anakha
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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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"This is a special video you are watching. It is tied to an
interactive computer program. This program is a training tape for
submissive whores that I developed. As you see your slutty images the
program will send subliminal messages through the video and audio to
mold your drug weakened mind. Your thoughts and desires will be to
serve me as a sex starved slut."
"The program will start you off by learning the pleasures of being
stimulated as a female. Your little sex partner here will fondle and
caress your new female body. As you respond the program will monitor
your responses and send new commands to you to heighten your
responses. Your partner will get new commands to accelerate your
stimulation. Soon you will be in the throws of a upward sexual spiral
that will program your minds into those of insatiable sex slaves.
Enjoy it girls, because you will be girls when I get back. My
mindless, sexual slave girls though."
Her voice transformed again to SuSu's, "I bring back new friends and
we all make fuckie soon, yes? My boyfriends like girls with cocks, but
you will have to do. They not know it but that will be what they
fuckie anyway. He, He, He "
Her full, tight ass swiveled as "she" crossed the room and shut the
door."
I felt the need to look deeply into the televisions screen. As I did
so, I was aware that The new Cynthia did also. After an unknown period
of time, I felt my hands begin to explore Cynthia's latex body.
My long nailed hands glided over her full, luscious breasts.
Simultaneously I felt her fondling my breasts. Her nails scratched
their way across my nipples. I could actually feel the sensation
through my life like latex skin. The sensation of her touch triggered
a response in my brain. I felt my nipples growing to meet her hands.
At the same time I felt my cock engorge within its latex prison. On
the outer skin it appeared as if my new clit was swelling in feminine
excitement.
As these new sensations flooded my mind and body I was dimly aware of
the program sending me new commands. First, these new feminine
pleasures were being drilled into my sub-concious mind. They were
going to be forever a part of my mental profile. The need for my
breasts to be fondled and abused, along with the total sexual pleasure
that these actions brought me. The second set of commands was driving
me and the new Cynthia to further explore each other. I wanted more
than anything to taste her swollen wet lips and hot wet tongue. I
placed her gorgeous face in my totally feminine hands and drew her to
me. I pressed my lips to hers and felt the unique sensation of two
sets of bee-stung lips pressing against each other. I began nibbling
on her lips. This progressed to both of us biting on the full lip of
the other. Pain and pleasure were being mixed in our desires. The
program drove us on to make this part of our need to exist. My hot
tongue darted into her mouth. I tasted the familiar tastes of SuSu.
that could not change until her diet had been altered to mimic
Cynthia's.
More commands washed over me. We began a tug of war with our tongues
she started by sucking mine deeply into her throat. I could not
believe how far my tongue extended , nor how deeply she took it
without gagging. Again the program was conditioning our minds and
bodies to do things no normal human would consider, but things a sex
slave would die for.
My desired heightened as we continued sucking and fondling each
other's breasts. Suddenly and simultaneously, our hands moved downward
to each others pussies. I felt her totally realistic pussy lips
through her panties. She was swollen and wet with desire. It was then
that my clouded mind noticed that my panties wet also. Apparently the
cock sheath had a catheter implanted into me male sexual tubing. The
seminal fluids that my male body was producing in response to my
lovers stimulation were being used to lubricate my new pussy.
I felt Cynthia's hands remove my panties, but this time I did not copy
her actions. Instead, I lounged back and spread my nylon clad legs.
The latex Cynthia buried her face in my crotch and began to eat my new
pussy. I was no longer sure if it was the program that was driving my
passion or just the overwhelmingly exquisite sensations of having my
pussy eaten by such a beautiful woman. I did feel the program cause my
mind to make me totally thankful to my lover for giving me such
pleasure.
There was a twist then that overwhelmed my desires with a greater
desire to give her pleasure. For the rest of my life, any time I felt
pleasure, I would have a burning desire to sexually satisfy my lover.
I was a slave to my passion.
As I felt the pleasure of Cynthia eating my pussy and nibbling on my
hard clit, my attention was diverted to looking at myself. The program
was at work again. I took in the erotic site of my beautiful nylon
encased legs and the extremely high heels on my feet. I saw the full
swell of my hips and felt the roundness of my lush ass. I marveled at
the disappearance of my waist that accentuated my rips titties.
Then I was forced to look at the screen. I saw a drop dead gorgeous
tanned French slut having her pussy eaten by an equally beautiful
southern belle. This image was burned into my mind. I fell in love
with the feminine image in the screen. I was that slut and I loved
her. She was everything that a lover could want. She was gorgeous,
sensual, erotic, submissive, and totally bound to her sexual desires.
As my gaze was frozen to my loving image I could feel mt pussy
continue to moisten. Cynthia's tongue was lapping at my clit forcing
my male juices to mimic a wet pussy. The passion rose and rose to
unbelievable heights. then Cynthia drove her finger into my ass. Her
long nailed fingers hurt so good as they scratched their way to my
prostate. As she hit that magic gland I felt myself cumming. My balls
exploded in a devastating and protracted orgasm. But all I saw was the
Beautiful French slut on the screen cumming like a bitch in heat.
That was the image that was burned into my mind forever. I was and was
in love with the slut. She would rule my life with her passion and
need to totally satisfy others. Before I could even fully assimilate
my new personality, the programming drove my actions. It was my turn
to satisfy Cynthia. No, not my turn, but my duty, my desire, my life.
JESSICA'S Story
I woke up feeling great, stretching out in my huge king sized bed,
feeling the satin sheets caress my body. I had nothing to get done
tonight, indeed, I had nothing to do for three months when I planed to
move to New York. I had quit my job at the Computer Land in Beverly
Hills and had every plan of simply enjoying myself for the next few
weeks at least, then maybe travel a little. What had made all of this
possible was that during a trip to Europe I had bought into a Lotto
and had been lucky to the pleasant surprise of 13.5 million dollars.
I had told no one of my luck, I have no living relatives and, except
for work, not a lot of friends. The only place I had written anything
was to put the entire story, including the Swiss Bank numbers into my
diary. But then, I put everything in my diary, EVERYTHING. I was
sharing a huge house in the Malibu Canyon area with two other girls. I
had told one of them that the owner was going to sell, and she had
made plans and moved.
Yolanda had moved over three weeks ago and the other "girl", SuSu, was
mine to enjoy till I tired of the cheep little part time whore. Then
I would have the entire house to myself.
I slid out of bed and dropped my pale blue lace nightgown on the
floor. I looked at myself in the mirror. Short brown hair cut in a
pixie style, big deep blue eyes, firm, trim body and 38DD breasts.
All in all, a very attractive and desirable looking young woman stared
back at me from the mirror. Now to get dressed. First I put on my
black nylon and lace garter belt. I love garter belts, they make me
feel so feminine and alluring. After my garter belt was around my 22
inch waist, I smoothed my silky thigh hi black seemed, very sheer
hose on over my creamy legs and fastened the garters. I pulled my
black french cut bikini panties on over my nylons up over my garter
straps and misted my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I couldn't help but
think that there are so many dirty names for a woman's vagina, my
secret name for it was my cunny and I like that so much better.
After checking that my stocking seams were straight, I put on my
beautiful new black velvet sandals with there slim spiked 5 inch
heels. As I fastened the slender black velvet ankle straps I caressed
my nyloned leg. God, I loved the way it felt, my leg was so smooth
and sexy and the sight of my inch long wine red nails against the
dusky silk of the nylons made me feel so hot I wanted to cum right
then. Over to the make up table to put my face on. Translucent
creamy beige foundations smoothed my face to flawless perfection. My
brows I penciled in high arching thin and sexy. Next came my longest,
lushest false eyelashes outlined in jet black eye liner. On my lower
lids went glittering gold eye shadow followed by hot pink to my brows.
Hot wine blush made my cheeks glow. Slick wet creamy wine red
lipstick made my mouth perfect. The final touch for my pretty face
was a light dusting of pressed powder. I looked at the reflection in
the lighted makeup mirror and loved what I saw.
A beautiful, sexy face, luscious wet wine lips, exotic, exquisite
eyes, perfect. I gently traced my stiff, erect nipples with my long,
perfect wine nails. But if I was going any place tonight, I'd better
finish getting ready. I walked over to the bed and began to dress. I
picked up the lush, gorgeous heavy floor length black velvet skirt,
and began to put it on. I slowly pulled the black velvet up over my
spiked heels, up over my silky, ebony nyloned legs, up over my creamy
thighs and finally my lace covered crotch. When the skirt was on, I
zipped and buttoned it closed. I checked myself in the full length
mirror. The skirt perfect, tight, very tight, around my sweet sexy
ass and waist then dropped within a inch of the floor. Next I put on
the black velvet satin lined bikini bra top. The tiny cups of the
bikini just barely covered my stiff erect nipples, nipples that were
very much visible through the velvet and satin that just barely
imprisoned them. I love the feel of settling my very firm pretties,
opps, breasts, into the silky smooth bra cups. I picked up the black
velvet choker with it's diamond broach and fastened around my ivory
throat. The long, exquisitely heavy diamond earrings were next, 3
inches long, a glittering cascade of brilliant fire whose erotic
weight pulled on my lobes and made my cunny even wetter.
When I was sure my outfit was perfect, I went to the closet where I
kept some of my wigs. I love wigs, all kinds and all colors and all
lengths. There are however some very special wigs that I keep locked
up in my "Fantasy room" in the basement along with my "toy" collection
(which has grown out of sight since I won the Lotto). I took out my
golden honey blond "Princess Di" and carried it over to my makeup
table. It took me about a half hour to put my wig on to my
satisfaction. When I was finished the wig looked totally natural
framing my pretty face in a perfectly coiffure honey gold dream.
As soon as I was happy with the elegant, exquisite, angelic effect I
had created with my tight, elegant black velvet gown, high, sexy
heels, exotic makeup and beautiful golden hair, I began to select the
rest of my jewelry to make me perfect. For my right wrist I choose a
very slender diamond and platinum ID bracelet with my name, first and
middle, "Jessica Michelle" engraved in tiny letters. For my left, an
inch wide diamond bracelet. I laid these bracelets on the bed. The
final touch was a fine platinum and gold ankle bracelet with tiny,
almost to small to be seen letters that said "Bitch God- dess". As I
fastened the tiny catch I thought, I had never, ever, worn that ankle
bracelet out before, but I planned to do lots of new things in the
near future.
I picked up my elegant, feminine shoulder length black satin opera
gloves and pulled them slowly on, enjoying the feel of the satin on my
arms and hands. I ran my hand down the opposite arm, from elbow to
wrist, the feeling was exquisite. I fastened the three tiny black
pearl buttons at each wrist then put my bracelets on. Then, very
gently, I let my right satin covered index finger trace the outline of
the swollen, stiff, hard nipple that was prisoner behind the rich
black velvet. God, how very nice it felt. I wanted so badly to lay
back on the bed, my long tight sexy skirt bunched around my thighs, my
skimpy black lace panties pulled down, a single satin gloved finger
deep in my sweet cunny while the other satin gloved hand stroked my
firm, full pretties until I made myself spend again and again. But
that would come latter tonight.
I put on my black velvet blazer jacket. As I slipped my arms into the
tight sleeves I watched in the mirror as my gown was completed. The
fit was unbelievable. As I buttoned the jacket I watched as my sweet
pretties were squeezed gently up and out into almost obscene
prominence. I walked over to my second walk in closet, my steps short
and sexy as the tight velvet of my skirt slowed my steps and as my
high, slim spike heels thrust my ass and sweet pretties out taut
against the constrictive velvet and got the perfect final touch. A
ankle length black mink with a black leather tie belt.
I let my black satin covered hands run over the silky soft, rich,
thick black fur. The feel of the fur almost made me cum right then as
I slid my arms into the wonderful, sexy mink. I didn't belt the coat,
not yet. I picked up my black satin evening clutch and checked inside
to make sure that my credit cards were all there and picked up the
keys to my Mercedes. One last check in the mirror, god I loved what I
saw!
A truly superb woman stood at the other end of my dressing room framed
in the mirror. A cold, jewel like face of exceptional beauty looked
straight at me. Large, brilliant blue eyes regally surveyed the scene
from under long, lush lashes. A full, delicious wine red mouth half
pouted, half smiled at all those who were less sophisticated, less
sensual, less totally female then her. Her regal face was framed in a
golden blond, perfectly coiffure dream that misted but did not hide
the icy fire of the diamonds that hung from her ear lobes. At her
neck was a black velvet choker with it's heart shaped diamond broach.
And at the creamy white neck there was a almost magical
transformation.
In beautiful contrast to the cold, imperial beauty of the face, the
body was a hot, lush, erotic female dream. Huge, firm breasts, flat
small waist, lush tight ass, a perfect animal body. A body dressed to
make men want to have those slim satin gloved fingers touch their
hard, swollen filthy cocks, to let those same satin hands guide that
same straining cock deep into her tight, hot cunny. A body that made
other women wonder what it would be like to kiss and gently suck those
huge, stiff, erect nipples, to caress the soft creamy thighs and to
taste her in the secret ways only another woman can share. Her sweet,
sexy body was gowned in tight beautiful black velvet and glistening
mink. From under the hem of the rich, tight, sexy floor length skirt
the promise of high, spiked heels was revealed at every step. I
smiled at my sweet reflection and went out of my bedroom,
down the stairs to the living room.
I didn't believe it! Standing in the living room was SuSu. Damn it,
what was she doing out here at midnight. She was supposed to have
some sort of date with some guy she was fucking, she had even showed
me the note from him asking her to his house. After that she had some
"Job". One more day and this Singapore, she-male bitch's street
walking days would be over, thank God. Looking at her I thought what a
perfect slave SuSu would make.
I had even had a very special outfit made just for her. SuSu was
dressed like a slut, which didn't surprise me. SuSu was wearing a
tight, very, very tight magenta leather skirt and blazer, royal blue
lace hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle straps and impossibly
high spiked heels. As always SuSu had cinched her waist down to a
sluts hour glass body. SuSu "outfit" made her look just like the cheep
whore she was.
"SuSu! You look lovely this tonight. How are you darling?"
"Thank you Jessica, you look so nice. So sorry to bother you, but I
hoping you not left yet. I have to get something from room, now my
car no start and I have a job. Could you PLEASE give me ride
downtown? I be happy pay for gas."
"Of course SuSu sweet, I'd be happy to, I'm going that way myself."
SuSu picked up her purse and followed me to the car. I really hate
the idea of this cheep she-male hooker in my car, but in only 24 hours
SuSu won't be riding anywhere.
"Where is your job at SuSu?"
"Promise you no laugh, I going to model bridal and evening gowns for
store called "FOREVER BRIDAL".
I looked out of the corner of my eye at the bright red lipstick, heavy
rouge, purple eye shadow and inch and a half false eyelashes and
thought "God what a joke". The thought of SuSu in the white satin and
lace of a virgin bride was just to stupid to believe.
SuSu smiled and babbled on "It on the corner of Eighth Street, by new
mall. It have small, private underground garage, that where service
entrance is. You please drop me there? I afraid go in there this late
by self. They want to do photos while store closed and I get job
because other girl no would work this late. Yolanda find out about
job and call me, she so nice." Her pathetic desire to have me like
her made me ill, however, I replied sweetly, "Of course SuSu sweet.
I'll be only to happy to drop you off at the door."
It didn't take long to get there and the small underground garage was
empty when I pulled in. I drove all the way to where the door was and
put my Mercedes in park while I waited for SuSu to get out. She
smiled, and opened her clutch.
"SuSu, you don't really have to give me anything, I was going this way
already."
Her blue leather gloved fingers came out of the blue leather clutch
holding a hypodermic syringe, her other leather gloved hand was
shoving my fur and skirt up, I felt the sting of the needle on my
thigh.
"SuSu you crazy fucking bitch! What did you do to me? God, what was
in that needle you stupid bitch?"
SuSu reached past me toward the car keys. I tried to stop her, grab
her, but my arms wouldn't move. She turned the ignition off and took
the keys out. I watched in horror as she carefully straightened my
skirt and fur. I tried to scream but nothing would come out! God what
is this she-male whore doing, what is happening?
SuSu got out of the car and went to a door marked "Service" and
knocked. In just the matter of a few seconds the door opened and out
walked a impossibly beautiful woman, dressed in a breathtaking bizarre
blood red and black latex Dominatrix outfit. I watched as she came
toward me, the skin tight, long sleeved, high necked, blood red
mini-dress zipped tightly from neck to hem. Black shiny latex gloves
covered her slim fingers, her shapely legs encased in thigh-hi
gleaming black latex boots with soaring 7 inch spiked heels. All of
her beautiful exotic latex fit her like a second skin. Her long, long
buttock length hair was jet black, full and thick framing a creamy
skinned perfect face. All I could see was the lower half of her face
because she wore a black latex cape with a hood that shadowed
much of the rest. Blood red lip broke into a gentle smile and I could
see the movement of her inch long thick black lashes.
Then she was gone from my field of view, I could hear the click of her
heels as she came to my side of the car but I couldn't turn my head to
see what she was doing. The sounds of her heels stopped and I heard my
car door open and a soft sweet liquid voice spoke "SuSu my sweet,
please see to the door, we don't want to be interrupted".
I heard the sounds of SuSu's heels as she went to the door, the sound
of the door sliding shut followed by a snap as a lock clicked shut.
I watched as a black latex hand took my black satin hand, everything
was spinning, and then all was darkness.
When I came to I was naked, I couldn't believe this was really
happening to me! I tried to move, only to discover that I was bound
to a curious frame of some sort. I was bound in a kneeling position,
my arms pulled straight back and up. My head was bound so that while
I could turn my head slightly from side to side I was forced to look
down, completely unable to look out straight, let alone up. That slut
SuSu was really going to pay for this. Then I heard the sound of a
woman's high heels behind me. I tried to turn but couldn't, then
suddenly there she was in front of me. I could only see her from
about tit high down. Whoever the bitch was, she was wearing my
gown and fur!
I exploded, "What the fucking hell do you think your doing! Get me
down from this god damn thing and get your fucking ass out of my gown.
Do you know who I am? Well? God Damn it, I'm Jessica DeChombonard,
now get me down now and get your fucking cunt out of my clothes,
whoever the fuck you are!"
I watched in disbelief as a satin gloved finger reached out and gently
stoked my left nipple. This was to much, "Take your fucking hand off
of me and get your fucking ass out of my gown and fur. I don't know
who you are, but I am a very important person and you are in a lot of
trouble unless you release me this instant. Get out of my things!"
The woman who was wearing my gown spoke for the first time, "You
shouldn't speak to me like that, you must address me as is proper."
"I'll address you anyway I fucking well please, now let me up and give
me my gown and fur!
A satin gloved hand gently stroked my face,."I really don't think you
understand about these clothes, or for that matter, about anything
else. Now please my sweet, you must be nice when you speak to me."
I screamed this dumb bitch who dared to wear my things, "Now listen
you stupid mother fucking cunt, I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard and
I don't give a fuck what you want. Now you will untie me and you will
get your twat out of my things. Now, right fucking now."
Then, without any warning, she slapped me hard across my helpless
face. With each word her satin gloved hand cracked first my right,
then my left cheek,
"You filthy cum filled whore, you will never, ever speak to your
Mistress like that again you cheep, stupid bitch! You are not Jessica
Michelle DeChombonard, you are my slave, you fucking dumb bitch. From
this second on whore, you will show me the respect your Mistress
deserves. Now whore, who are you and who am I?"
"Please!", I cried, "My name is Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, just
please don't hit me again."
She slapped my face again and again.
"You are not Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, you are a whore and my
slave. Now who are you cunt and who am I?"
I was crying, I begged her to stop, "Oh god please stop, please don't
hurt me any more, please dear God stop."
She reached for something where I couldn't see and brought forward, oh
god no, a black leather riding crop. The riding crop cracked against
my open, defenseless cunny, I sobbed, helpless with pain.
She waited for me to stop sobbing, "You filthy cum drinking slut, you
are my slave, a cheep worthless whore. Now for the last time, who are
you?"
I choked back my tears, "I'm your slave, please don't hurt me any
more, not there, not my cunny, oh please, you hurt my cunny so very
bad."
Her black satin hand stroked my right nipple very gently,
"Very good whore, now bitch, who am I?"
"Please, I don't know, please."
Still stroking my breast, she continued, "Well cunt, what is your
name?"
"Please, my name is Jessica DeChombonard."
The riding crop exploded across my helpless pretties and cunny while
she screamed, "You are not Jessica DeChombonard, you are my slave and
a slut, Jessica DeChombonard is a beautiful, elegant woman, you are
slut, a whore. You are not Jessica DeChombonard. Now you fucking cum
filled cunt, who are you and who am I. Answer me slut!"
Between helpless sobs, I cried, "I am your slave and you are my
mistress, please, oh god, my cunny and my pretties! Please Mistress,
don't hurt my cunny any more."
The beautiful black satin hand again gently stoked my left nipple,
"That's so much better my sweet slave, but you still haven't said who
I am, well?"
"Please Mistress, I don't know, you are my Mistress, Please don't hurt
my cunny again, please Mistress."
"Very good slut, I am your Mistress. You have that part right. Now
what your Mistress's name?"
Oh Jesus, that horrible riding crop flicked out again catching my
defenseless cunny. Through the red haze of pain in my poor, hurt
cunny I heard her say, "You stupid fucking whore, you don't even know
your Mistress's name? Very well then, we can't continue your
education unless you know who your governess is. MY NAME IS JESSICA,
Jessica Michelle DeChombonard. Now my fucked little bitch, what is
your sweet Mistress's name? Well whore, answer me!"
"I couldn't believe what I heard, I began to sob, "Oh my God, No.
Please, no! I'm Jessica, not you, please stop hurting me and let me
go, please?! I'll do anything you say, give you anything you could
want. You can keep my gown and fur, anything. Just let me go to be
Jessica again, please?"
The woman in my clothes then laid down the riding crop. I thought,
"Oh yes, she is going to let me up, she is going to set me free."
She reached behind me, her mink and velvet body pressed close to my
naked, bound torso. Then so quickly, I didn't even get a glimpse of
her face, she crouched between my wide spread legs. I felt the gentle
caress of her satin fingers as she tenderly spread the outer lips of
my cunny. White-hot pain smashed me from my helpless cunny. I
screamed, and sobbed, god how bad it hurt. I looked down through tear
filled eyes at my violated cunny. She had fastened an alligator clip
to my clit! Oh Jesus how it hurt! I watched in unbelieving horror as
those beautiful, elegant black satin hands reached towards my left
breast. I saw the gleaming silver of a pair of clip type nipple
clamps.
All I could do was sob, "No Please!" over and over as the clips were
placed on the tender, swollen nipples of first my left, then my right
breast.
Then she slapped me hard in the face, again and again while she
screamed, "Shut the fuck up bitch, do you hear me cunt. I said to shut
your fucking mouth, you cum drinking whore, shut up or I will really
hurt you, you dick sucking little slut."
Slowly I managed to quite my body wracking sobs. I tried to look up,
I whimpered, my voice small, soft, begging, "Please Mistress, my cunny
hurts so bad, please, your hurting my cunny."
She sneered, "I said shut your cum filled mouth. I am Jessica, not
you. When you speak to me, you shall only address me by name.
Whenever you address me, you will speak to me as if I was your lover,
your sweetest, most perfect love. You have nothing to give me cunt, I
already have everything sweet, elegant Jessica has. And you whore,
are my total slave, and will do anything I say, be anything I want.
You can end the pain only by your total acceptance and submission to
me as Jessica. Now that you know that I am Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard, answer my question. Remember I am your lover and you
are my sweet slave."
I knew deep inside I would do, say anything to stop the pain in my
cunny and pretties, my voice betrayed my temporary submission,
"Sweetest Darling, your name is Jessica, You are my Mistress and my
lover."
"And who are you?"
"I am my beautiful Jessica's slave, her whore, her lover."
"And what is my full name bitch?"
"My sweet, gentle lady, your full name is Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard."
"And what does my pretty slave twat do?"
"Whatever my sweetest, precious Mistress wishes me to do, please
sweetheart, my cunny and pretties hurt so bad, please lover, I'll be a
good slave for my beautiful Jessica, just please take the clips off my
pretties and my cunny."
She savagely back handed my poor bruised face, her voice a heartless
sneer, "Cunt, don't you ever again ask me to do anything that makes
you feel better! Your only reason for being, your whole purpose for
your slut life from this second forward is to give me pleasure. If
hurting you excites me then you must beg me to hurt you. You are
still clinging to the false hope you can somehow awaken from this
nightmare. What you fail to grasp, to even begin to comprehend, is
that this is not your nightmare, it is my wet dream! Now my sweet
little toy, would you like the clips removed from your cunny and
pretties?"
"God no, I mean, only if you want to, please."
She hit me again.
"Have you forgotten everything I have taught you so far, now cunt, how
do you address me?"
I whimpered through my tears, "I'm sorry my love, I forgot. Please my
adored lady, forgive me. You should remove these clips from my
pretties and from my cunny only if you wish to my sexy, beautiful
darling. I won't ask again. I'm here only for your pleasure darling."
She slapped my poor, brutalized face hard, "You don't have pretties or
a cunny you fucking stupid slut. Jessica has pretties and a sweet
cunny, not you! Whores like you have tit's and a wet, hot cunt. What
you have is a pussy, a twat, now you say it bitch!"
"Yes, yes!" I sobbed, "I have a cunt, please sweet Jessica, your
whore has a cunt, a twat to be used by my beautiful Mistress, I'm
Jessica's whore. Please, let me go down on you, I know how to make
another woman feel very good! Please Jessica my love, let me make you
feel good."
"So now you would like to make me feel good. You like making love to
other women, don't you slut?"
"Yes darling Jessica, anything to make my Mistress happy."
"How about men, how about a nice hard cock in your cunt or sucking a
big thick cum filled dick in your mouth?"
"No Mistress, the only lover I want is you, a beautiful sexy woman."
"What if I want to see you fucking with a man, his hard cock buried
deep in you hot little box?"
"Please no, I don't like cock, I don't like men" I begged, god my cunt
hurt, "Please let me make you feel good Jessica, let me eat you
darling. I know you would taste so sweet, Please?"
"So you don't like cocks? I thought all whores liked cocks? But all
you can think about is eating out my cunny, going down between my
silky soft thighs. What kind of whore are you, bitch? What name do we
call sluts that like other women? Well?"
"Please darling Jessica, don't make me say it, please!", I begged.
Jessica picked up that terrible black leather riding crop with her
beautiful, sexy black satin gloved hand and inserted the tip into my
helpless cunny. No not cunny, I corrected myself, into my pussy.
"Well slut?", Jessica purred as she began to slowly work the ridding
crop deeper into my cunt.
"I'm a lesbian darling. Please my love, let me be your lesbian bitch."
God no, I was getting wet, my pussy was getting all hot and wet. I
begged, "Let me be your lover darling. Please Jessica, please! Yes!"
Jessica pressed close to me, still fucking me with the riding crop,
her other hand moving behind my head, fumbling with something. Then
suddenly my head was free, as she stepped back, I looked up at my
Mistress's face.
I felt my eyes go wide with disbelief. "Oh dear sweet fucking god no!
You look just like me! My gown, my wig, my fur, my makeup, my heels,
my face, my body! Oh Jesus! How? Why?"
Suddenly, she jammed the riding crop deep inside me and pressed it
brutally up against the clip on my clit. Blinding pain erupted from my
agonized cunt. With her other hand she grabbed a handful of my hair
and pulled my head up.
"Have you forgotten all of your lessons so quickly slut. You seem to
have forgotten our roles. Only Jessica wears the satin and velvet and
mink. You whore, never wore them, did you whore?"
I screamed in my pain, "No, I never wore them, never!"
"Whose fur bitch?" "It's your mink Jessica, it's all yours,
everything! God my twat, Please Jessica my twat. Lover please!"
"That's right slut, I am Jessica. I have on Jessica's makeup,
Jessica's satin garter belt, Jessica's silky hose, Jessica's skimpy
panties, Jessica's sexy high heels, Jessica's tiny velvet bikini bra,
Jessica's tight velvet skirt, Jessica's beautiful jacket, Jessica's
elegant satin gloves, Jessica's lush mink, Jessica's jewelry,
Jessica's makeup, Jessica's wig, Jessica's face, Jessica's voice,
Jessica's body, Jessica's life! I am Jessica now, rich bitch Jessica,
dominate, beautiful, perfect. You are now just a whore, a slave, my
toy slut to be fucked anyway I chose. Isn't that right whore?"
Through my tears I looked up at the stunning, elegant woman standing
in front of me. With the last ounce of my fading will I spoke "I am
not a whore. I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, not you. You look
like me, you even sound like me, but you can't hope to get away with
this impersonation. Now please, whoever you are, let me up and give
me my things back. I promise never to tell anyone what happened."
To my surprise, she let me finish. Slowly she began to caress my body
gently with her satin gloved hands, to press her velvet and mink clad
body against my helpless naked body. Then both of her hands were on my
breasts, the nipple clamps in her long slender fingers. Slowly, with
exquisite cruelty she began to squeeze the clamps tighter, while her
body continued to press sensuously against mine.
Her voice whispered gently in my ear, "I am not a whore. I am Jessica
Michelle DeChombonard, not you. I look like you, I even sound like
you, I don't have to "get away" with an impersonation. From tonight on
I AM you. Now please remember my pretty little whore, you are now my
slave forever, I'll let you up when I want to and dress you to please
me. I promise you'll never, ever tell anyone what's happened. Your
problem, you filthy little slut is that you can not yet accept what
has happened to you."
Completely broken, I was softly sobbing, all I could say was "Please
my love, please darling Jessica."
She kept pressing harder and harder. Flashes of light began to
explode in front of my eyes. The pain was unbearable, my tits felt
like they were aflame. I begged her "Please lover, please! Please,
your right. Jessica, goddess, please my lady, please."
She pressed herself close against me, "Who am I bitch?" "Jessica
Michelle."
"And you?"
"Your slut slave darling."
"And do you want to please me, make me feel good?"
"More then anything my love."
Suddenly the pain that bathed my nipples in white fire was gone,
Jessica had removed the clamps. God the relief was unbelievable.
Then Jessica removed the clamp from my miserable aching clit. Jessica
held a glass of wine to my bruised lips. As I drank I heard Jessica
say, "You look awful darling, if your going to be my slave slut you
must be beautiful to excite me. But you don't excite me like you are
so I think you should become what and who I want. Slowly Jessica
undid the straps that held me helpless. I tried to stand, but my body
refused to move, I tried to scream, but my mouth would not open.
Jessica stood me up. Jessica caressed my naked body with her satin
gloved hands while she whispered gently in my ear, "God bitch, I'm
going to enjoy doing this to you. You really don't understand the
unbelievable luck that has led to our being together. But we have to
hurry, Roxanne and Cynthia will be here soon and I want you to be
ready to greet them."
Anakha.
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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!) (4/6)
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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.
Anakha
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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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Jessica led me to a small room fitted out exactly like a hospital
OB/GYN examine room, even down to the table and lights. Another woman
stood there, smiling at me. The new woman was breath taking, a
gorgeous southern belle. She was dressed in a skin tight white latex
nurse's uniform, complete, white latex hose, dress, white patent
spiked heeled pumps, even her nurse's cap was white latex.
Jessica walked over to her and they kissed gently, then Jessica turned
back to me. " Slut, this is Cynthia, one of my first sex toy, and she
is going to help me transform you into what you should always have
been. I was maneuvered up onto the table and my feet placed in the
stirrups. I watched in total horror as Cynthia inserted a IV needle
into my arm. Then Cynthia took a cervix spreader from a tray and after
coating it in KY jelly inserted deep within my pussy. Then something,
I couldn't see what, was shoved deep within my ass.
Dear God, what was she doing? Cynthia went to a small tank and turned
a valve and then stepped up to stand next to me,
"Well my new pet, did you know that she-males like our mutual friend
SuSu women make Jessica very horny? However, I like me boy-girls to
be totally feminine. This IV has concentrated hormones, the same ones
that very, very pregnant women produce, but 1000's of times more
powerful."
Inside of a hour your beautiful breasts will swell, engorging with
sweet milk, in two hours, you will be begging for someone, anyone to
suck your tits to ease the pain as your tender, swollen udders make
you scream for relief.
But milk filled breasts are only one half of being the exaggerated
he-bitch that turns me on so. Can you feel the tightness from the skin
on your hips as the hormones start to make you the cow you were ment
to be? In the matter of just a few minutes you will have the pelvis
of a woman made for child bearing, your body made to look like it can
produce babies at the drop of a hat in just one short hour, 60 short
minutes. But don't worry, your role is not to be a mother, just to
become a obscenely feminine sex toy" Then smiling she stood up and
took Jessica by the arm and left.
I watched in unbelieving terror as my hips swelled, distended getting
larger and larger, fuller, so very sexy. The pain became unbearable, I
tried to scream, but all I could do was lay there, totally helpless.
I could feel the hormones pouring through my system, feel the
heaviness in my breasts, feel my nipples starting to drip with sweet,
thick milk. Oh please god, let Jessica come back, I hurt so bad, by
ass was getting so very big, my vision started to blur. Then just as
I felt that I was going to split wide open, Cynthia returned and
turned the valve off and removed the tube from inside me.
Jessica stepped back in the room and stood watching, still perfect in
her fur and shiny, sexy satin gloves. She didn't say a word but
smiled as Cynthia wheeled a small stool over between my legs. Then she
picked up a pair of clear latex gloves and pulled them on.
I felt something moist being spread all around my pussy, and something
was pressed tightly up against and then deep into my cunt. "Oh sweet
fucking God"; I thought; "What is she doing to me?"
Then Cynthia stood up. She walked up by my head a syringe in her
hand. Smiling she gently stoked my face and then the gleaming needle
was at my throat, a sharp sting and a burning pain. My ability to move
was radically diminished as the injection seeped throughout my body. I
had muscular control but no will of my own to use my body.
Cynthia sat me up. I watched in terror as she brought out a amber
skinned latex body suit. Cynthia savagely garbed a fist full of my
hair and pulled my head sharply back so I stared helplessly at the
ceiling. The she began to force my unresisting swollen, tits and ass
into the velvet smooth latex. The hardest part was fitting a latex
cock into my boo cunny. It seemed to be a part of the suit, but I
couldn't see what it connected to.
It took Cynthia perhaps a hour, but finally I was completely encased
satin smooth latex skin from the neck down except for where the amber
latex skin that covered my breasts had been glued around my own, real,
rock hard, aching, tender, swollen nipples leaving them exposed,
leaking sweet, thick milk.
Once Cynthia had finished with my body, she began on my head. First
my hair was first trimmed down to nothing but fuzz with electric
clippers then she shaved my head, completely, head, eyebrows, even my
eyelashes were plucked out. My vision was swimming as a latex hood of
some kind was pulled over my poor battered face and laced unbelievably
tight, the mouth glued over my lips.
Then Cynthia began to dress me, long sheer thigh-hi pale pink hose
were smoothed over my latex encased legs. Then a pretty pair of
pastel pink satin maternity tap pants, lavish with lace and satin
ribbon trim were pulled on and the four garters fastened to my nylons.
God my breasts were so full, so swollen with milk. My nipples were
leaking and ached so badly. I tried very hard to speak, just louder
the a whisper, "Please pretty Jessica, please, my tits are so full,
please?"
"Please what cunt?"
"Please Lover, make the pain go away in my tits."
Jessica slapped my latex covered face hard, "Slut are you asking me to
make you feel good again?"
"God, no, please," was the whimper. "I'm so sorry Jessica! Please!?"
"Just keep your mouth shut till I tell you can talk again."
I nodded helplessly. Now a pretty matching pink satin and lace
underwired maternity/nursing bra with soft, absorbent nursing pads
went on over my huge, swollen milk gorged breasts.
Jessica looked at me and smiled, "Get up slut!" Slowly and very
unsteady I stood. "Come with me!"
Dumbly I followed, stars flashing in my head. Jessica opened a door
and I went past her. The room was lavish in lace and satin, all cherry
red, a whores room, my room. I saw myself in the mirrored wall and
gasped. The new elegant, beautiful Jessica went over to a bald and
erotically latex body form of SuSu. I ran my latex hand with it's
long, claw like red nails over my swollen, distended, hips, ass and
tits down to my satin covered groin and felt the outline of a large,
thick cock and cum filled balls between my thighs. SuSu's cock, SuSu's
balls, between SuSu's thighs. The cock she had fitted into my cunny
was double ended. As it was buried into my cunny it also stood out
proud and erect. Unbidden and against my will, I let my pink tongue
lick SuSu's cherry red latex lips. I was perfect, the ultimate
she-male fantasy.
Laid out on the bed was what I knew was the rest of SuSu's outfit.
They took me to the bed and began to dress to make my Mistress want
me. I too felt the overpowering desire to be desirable. First were
crotch high cherry red patent leather boots with soaring seven inch,
pencil thin, skyscraper heels. The beautiful gleaming leather boots
laced up the back from ankle to the top. I silently pulled the boots
on up to my crotch then lay face down on the red satin covered heart
shaped bed, being very careful to avoid the rest of my outfit.
I heard Jessica come up behind me and then felt her lace the boots on
skin tight. As soon as she finished I got up off the bed,
straightened the satin spread. I picked up my luscious white, tightly
tapered, velvet ankle length skirt with it's stretch satin expansion
panel and slowly, carefully put the skirt on. I fastened the skirts
side button and zipped the zipper closed. The skirt was split up the
front to just above knee high and showed off the boots very prettily.
The next part of my ensemble was a stunning knee length cherry red
flared velvet coat with short, large, puffed bell sleeves. The coat
was lined in heavy white satin and the loose stand up collar fastened
with a red velvet bow at the base of my throat.
Once my coat was on I went to the makeup table and took the gleaming
metallic silver, short up swept elegantly styled wig from its head and
carefully put it on. When I was happy that it looked perfect, I
pinned on the cherry red velvet pillbox hat with it's short rhinestone
studded veil and lowered the vial across my staring brown plastic
eyes. I stood and returned to the bed and pulled on the shoulder
length white kid gloves and picked up my cherry red velvet clutch. I
checked myself one last time in the mirrored wall, god what a stunning
sexy picture I made.
I let my white kid gloved hand trace my velvet gowned, huge, bursting,
lactating 44DD udders and turned to face my Goddess.
The new Jessica finally spoke. "Oh by the way slut. The injection you
received has melted away your will and personality. You are now an
empty slate for me to write upon. I will make you into a work of art.
You will be the most passionate, submissive, feminine slave in my
stable"
"As we have been working, hidden speakers have been relaying
suggestions into your brain to mold you into the sex slave you need to
be. You have been becoming a she-male sex toy over the first hour.
Your entire personality and mentality have been shifting to your new
life."
"Just watch! Tell me SuSu, what do you think of the way you look?"
The words spilled from her mouth without any reservations. "How I
look? I think I all pretty for you now. You think I pretty whore? I
want make you horny. You so beautiful, I love you make fuck with me".
Jessica had put her black satin gloves, bracelets and mink back on.
"Yes, you are pretty now aren't you bitch? What is your name bitch?"
"I SuSu, you like me now?"
"What are you SuSu?" "I Jessica's whore, I her pretty, she- male
slut."
"Do you like being a whorish, cunt sucking she-male slut?"
I lowered my pretty, made up, latex face, "Yes".
"Yes what whore!?!"
"Yes I like be like this, I like be pretty for you Jessica, I like
have suck Jessica's pussy. Yes?."
"And you can be even more lovely, my darling boy-girl prostitute!"
Jessica opened the top drawer of the dresser she stood next too and
held a cherry red leather and chrome silver ball gag out toward me,
"Here SuSu, put this on, put it on very tight!"
I looked with unbelieving dread at the gag in Jessica's gleaming black
satin hand and reverted to my real voice, "God, No, Oh please Jessica!
Please don't put me in bondage! I'll be SuSu for you, I'll be good,
but please, Goddess, Mistress, please don't make me anymore helpless
then I already am!"
"Oh SuSu, now you have been very bad, haven't you. Not only have you
tried to mimic your Mistress but you have defied her! Now slut, get
your coat, gloves and bra off! NOW BITCH! MOVE!"
With trembling hands I started to unbutton my luscious cherry red
velvet coat, while I begged, "Please I sorry, please, I just whore.
You give me gag, I like put on for you?" I had the bow at the neck
open. "I no mean it. I so sorry I so stupid. You say you like fuck
SuSu when she all slutty. See I all hard just for you. My titties so
full of milk just for you. My tight ass for you to spank. You like
fuck me now?"
I carefully laid my heavy velvet and satin coat on the bed and began
to unbutton the wrists of my kid leather gloves. "I never forget
again I now SuSu, I sorry I try sound like my Jessica, but I love you
so much. Please Jessica, not hurt SuSu, I so much a whore, have me eat
your pussy, please you not hurt me. I, SuSu want you."
I placed the beautiful long white kid gloves next to my coat. I
reached behind my back with my amber skinned hands, fumbling for the
hook and eye catch of my pretty pink satin and lace nursing bra with
my inch and a half long cherry red nails. "Please Jessica, I be so
good, I be perfect whore for you. You say you like me be your
boy-girl slut. I be yours! I be slut, always. SuSu be your toy! I
make fuck fuck for you, I be real whore! I suck cocks, I ass fuck!
Sobbing, I laid my lovely bra on the bed, naked from waist to neck, "I
so sorry, you my beautiful lady, you my Mistress. I just fucking
cunt. You make SuSu's cock so hard, I make you good fuck! Please!,
DARLING GODDESS, HOLY ONE, PLEASE, I WEAR GAG FOR YOU, SuSu NEED BE
YOUR GAGGED WHORE, SuSu NEED BE PRETTY BONDAGE SLUT FOR HER BEAUTIFUL
LOVER!"
"That's much better you stupid piece of filth. Now SuSu, you will put
your gag on, you dumb fucking bitch, tight and deep in that sluts
mouth of yours, just like I told you in the first place! But you have
to be punished for your sassy deportment and for that cesspool mouth
of yours. Do you understand SuSu?"
"Yes Jessica, SuSu knows she very bad, I do anything for you." Jessica
tossed a small plastic bag on the bed, followed by the ball gag.
"Now gag your mouth-cunt Su-Su."
With trembling hands I picked up the cherry red and gleaming chrome
silver gag and placed the shining silver ball first between my bright
cherry red latex lips, then shoved it deep into my mouth, sealing my
whores cunt-mouth. Then I fastened the strap as tight as I could pull
it behind my head. I tried to make pretty little mewing sounds to
show my beautiful blond lover that my whores cunt-mouth was now
completely gagged and totally helpless.
Jessica smiled, "Now darling, do you want to leak your sweet, sticky
milk all over your lovely gown?"
I shook my head no!
"Here" Jessica handed me a damp wash cloth. I cleaned both of my
nipples of their coating of dried and still wet milk and the gave the
cloth back. "Now SuSu, you are still going to leak milk from your
Pretties aren't you?"
I nodded yes. "Here, put these on, nice and tight, so tight that not
a single drop of milk spoils the satin of your gown." She held a pair
of tiny, screw type, chrome silver nipple clamps.
I shook my head NO, my gagged mouth making mewing, begging sounds.
Jessica said sternly, "SuSu, take the nipple clamps, put them on your
tits and screw the clamps down so your don't leak your milk. TAKE
THEM AND DO IT CUNT, NOW SLUT!!!"
I took the clamps and screwed the shining silver clamps down tight on
my helpless, stiff, hard nipples. God the pain made my head swim, but
the beautiful, gagged whore in the mirror was still sexy and perfect.
Her large brown eyes still sparkled, her gagged lips still pouted.
Then I was finished with the clamps. God the clamps were tight, so
very, very tight, I felt sick to my stomach and my head was swimming.
Slowly, I dropped my hands my sides and felt once again my flaring
hips, and stood there, Jessica's spiritless whore.
Jessica opened a second drawer and tossed a front hook sling half bra
of gleaming pink satin on the bed. "Put this bra on slut. I took the
pretty whores satin bra and fitted my huge, tender, milk filled tits
into the bra's half cups and fastened the clasp.
The next thing Jessica tossed on the bed was a pair of one inch
silver ankle cuffs joined with a four inch silver steel chain, very
fine but very strong. Ten minutes later I stood before Jessica, my
booted ankles bound with the slender, chrome steel cuffs, my steps
limited to 4 inches by the connecting chain.
"Now SuSu, turn around!" I turned, helpless to resist my bitch
goddess. Jessica ruthlessly bound my arms behind me using white
patent arm sheaths, pulled unbearably tight across the small of my
back. When I was turned back to face the mirrors, my arms seemed to
have disappeared completely. Now Jessica went to another drawer and
removed two full arm prosthesis and strapped them tightly to my
shoulders. The artificial arms were fully articulated, shoulders,
elbows, wrists, hands and fingers. It took Jessica abut ten minutes to
adjust the straps so the arms looked totally natural.
"Now lover, let me help you on with your pretty long, shoulder length
white kid leather gloves. Don't you love the look and feel of these
gloves. They look so beautiful on you! Now let me help my bondage
hooker on with here lovely red velvet coat dress. There darling, now
lets get your coat all buttoned up. My goodness, you certainly are
big. Your boobs and ass are obscene in that outfit. Are you sure you
want to go out tonight?" Jessica fastened the bow at my throat,
"There SuSu, all gowned and beautiful again. He He He!"
Jessica placed the gloved artificial left hand gently on my pregnant
belly and fitted my red velvet clutch into my right false hand and
arranged my arm to her liking. Jessica turned me to face the mirror,
"You look lovely SuSu! SuSu darling, you look so sweet and helpless
and your gag makes you an absolutely perfect Singapore she-male slut.
Tell me, do you enjoy being gagged sweetheart, having your cunt mouth
filled like a whore?"
Incapable of any other answer, I nodded "Yes."
"And do you like being helpless and all pretty in tight, hot bondage
your tight ass thrust out , and you sluts udders full of sweet mothers
milk?
Again I nodded "Yes".
"SuSu precious, now that we are both all dressed up so very sexy, it
would be a shame to let it all go to waste. Do you want to want to do
something special tonight?"
Terrified of giving a wrong answer, again I nodded yes.
"Very well my love. You said you want to be Jessica's lesbian lover,
and that you just hate cocks, right?"
Again I nodded , yes.
"Well a horny she-male slut like you needs to get her ass fucked to
keep her hot. How are just us girls going to get you fucked tonight?
There are no boys available on such short notice. Fortunately, Lady
Luck has smiled on SuSu. You see, this Jessica has some improvements
over the limited old version"
With that she reached down and slowly lifted the long velvet skirt
with her black, satin, gloved hands. Her long shapely legs were
encased in the sheer black nylon. I saw her creamy white flesh offset
by the garters. Finally the black silk of her panties were exposed.
She pulled the panties aside and revealed a thick, long cock. Freed
from its silk prison it rose to attention, the wetness dripping from
the tip. Was this real or another latex effect?
"I have watched you for a long time my Oriental slave. All of my life
rich bitches like you have made me sick with your inflated opinion of
your desirability. You think that your perfumed twat gave you the
right to push around whoever you wanted. You were especially
disgusting, with all of that talk of your cunny. Like that miserable
hole was a real person. You wanted everybody to want you, but it was
all a lie. You showed it off and then took it away.
"THEN, you filthy BITCH! You planned to enslave a poor she-male like
SuSu. All she ever wanted was a chance to come to America and
hopefully live out her dream of real womanhood. And you were about to
enslave her and take away her chance for freedom and femininity."
"Well guess what? The tables have turned on the rich bitch. You are
now going to live out your miserable existence as a she-male whore. In
your latex prison you will never show your age so you will stay
desirable for as long as you can move. You will know the degradation
of slavery and forced prostitution. You will have to suck and fuck for
you very life."
"The ultimate irony is that the one who is going to initiate your
virgin ass into the joys of she-male sex is your former identity,
Jessica Michelle DuChombonard. This Jessica has a real cock to fuck
you with. You see, I developed all of this technology so that I could
become the woman that poor SuSu wanted to be. I had no idea that all
of this would pay off so handsomely."
"Come here my little she-male slut. Its time that you were fucked by a
total woman."
My screams went on well into the night.
Roxanne's story II
I had no idea how long we had set in front of the VCR/TV. My wife had
started the VCR before she had left. We had set watching a video of
our transformation, me from Cynthia's husband into a beautiful, sexy
French whore; and of my Singapore girl friend from a exotic oriental
she-male into a beautiful, helpless ivory and blond copy of my wife.
If anyone were to open the do or to the bedroom all they would see was
two very beautiful women in loving embrace.
Then I heard the sound of high heels coming down the hall and then the
door opened. Then standing in front of us was a truly stunning vision
of a woman. She looked at us with sparkling green eyes from under
long thick dark lashes, her wine red lips smiled. Slowly she dropped
her emerald satin muff, undid her emerald green velvet cape with a
gleaming green satin gloved hand pushed the blond mink lined cowl back
from her flaming golden red hair.
She smiled at us, "Well good evening my pets, MY name is Vanessa. I
came over to get you two. But you both look so lovely, I think I'll
enjoy you two for awhile. I have been looking forward to you two for
the longest time, especially you Roxanne." The voice was soft,
gentle, sexy.
Vanessa carefully removed her floor length emerald green velvet cape
with it's luscious lining of blond mink and draped it over the end of
the bed. God, she was beautiful standing there in her tight sexy
emerald green satin sheath gown with it's short puff sleeves, shoulder
length green satin gloves, emerald green satin pumps with soaring
spike heels and gold chain ankle straps gleaming against black seemed
nylons. Her titan tresses flowed over her milky shoulders as she stood
regally before us.
"You, Cynthia, look lovely, but Roxanne sweet, while your very pretty,
you look so Dom! Wouldn't you much rather be dressed in something a
bit more submissive. If fact, you are our only real virgin here. I do
admire that. A sweet young thing, you must be saving yourself for your
wedding night. Well, let's get you ready for that wonderful night!"
Vanessa stood "Cynthia" up then me. Once I was on my feet Vanessa led
me back to my bedroom, well what had been my bedroom. I heard the door
shut. Then Vanessa removed my wig and dropped the red gold mass on
the floor! Next she unbuckled and removed the leather collar from my
neck. My hopes soared! She is going to let me go!, get me out of the
clothes, oh yes! I felt her unlacing the mask, god I wished she would
turn me so I could see myself, my own face again!
Vanessa stepped back in front of me, smiling, "Well darling, I want
your mouth, but I don't want your voice yet, so...."
Vanessa walked over to a drawer in Cynthia's desk and removed a small
flat case, walking back toward me holding the mystery case in her
satin gloved hand. Smiling a wicked little smile she opened the case
and removed a hypodermic syringe and a small vial. In a matter of a
few seconds the contents of the vial filed the syringe and the
gleaming needle was at my throat, a sharp sting and a burning pain.
Then she tossed the case and the hypodermic on the bed and stepped
close to me, her body pressed against me, her hands caressing my
leather clad body as she whispered to me, "I have boosted the levels
of the drudge controlling your mind. Of course the effect is quite
permanent, from now on you will be totally pliable to my will. I do so
hope you enjoy what I have planned for you. But then again, you don't
have a choice do you?"
I felt sheer horror welling up inside me. She couldn't mean what she
had just said. More changes, more programming! Forever! God No! I
tried to speak, to make any sound, my mouth working wildly. All that
escaped was tiny gasps.
She stepped back from me and went to the closet and returned with a
hat box and opened it. Slowly she removed a second dark tan colored
mask and held it up close to my face, "Kiss it bitch, kiss Roxanne."
Helpless to resist I gently kissed the completely lifelike latex head.
Vanessa stepped behind me and ever so slowly pulled the mask on over
my face and head. Only when the mask was completely in place was I
lead over to the table and made to set staring at the mirror.
Quickly, ruthlessly, Vanessa sealed the wine red, wet, slick latex
lips over my own white, mute lips.
Then she began to lace the mask tight, skin tight, so tight that it
felt as if the latex mold was once again becoming my real face.
Vanessa kept working the laces tighter and tighter, forcing my face
into the mold of the beautiful rubber head. Tighter and tighter, my
face again into the very image of Roxanne's beautiful whore's face.
Slowly and cruelly Vanessa laced the mask completely shut. Only when
my face was a perfect latex version of sweet slut Roxanne did Vanessa
tie the laces off and my face was again beautiful, exotic, Roxanne's.
Suddenly, without logic, I wanted my, her, Roxanne's, wig back on, to
be pretty, perfect again.
Seeming to read my mind Vannessa smiled at me. "Isn't it wonderful to
be beautiful, Roxanne? I know that you are starting to experience the
thrill of womanhood."
"We used to train our converts by the use of subliminal suggestions
that were relayed through audio tapes. But that process took far too
long. So your injection included more very fast acting mind control
drugs. As I mold your body into that of a beautiful French slut, they
will continue to mold your mind into an acceptable identity."
"But don't worry, I gave you a very long acting dose. I want your
transformation into womanhood to be long and painful. Your male mind
will struggle for months to fight off the enslaving, feminizing
effects of these wonderful chemicals. You will have some very
disturbing mental conflicts. First you will want to suck a big hard
cock. The the thought of what you just did will make you physically
sick. You needn't worry about the end result. This battle has been
decided in advance. You WILL become a latex copy of a Montreal street
whore. Your body will be the envy of every prostitute you get to know,
and your mind will come to enjoy every perverted sex act you perform"
"I needed help with dressing you tonight so I have injected your new
friend Cynthia with a massive fast acting dose. Her formerly she-male
slut mind has been transformed into that of a submissive white,
housewife sex object. The only difference is that her hidden cock can
be used whenever we want to. The television you have been watching has
helped to solidify these new identities. More subliminal suggestions,
dear. Only Cynthia's new brain chemistry allowed her to see all of it
as gospel. She is now one of our's."
Anakha.
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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.
Anakha
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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
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Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!)
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Twenty minuets later I stood there alone, naked, helpless,
transformed. Vanessa walked back in leading the beautiful counterfeit
image of my wife. "Well Cynthia, I understand that earlier that
Roxanne dressed you all up and you are so very pretty. Now you and I
have already had a wonderful chat so I want you to help get Roxanne
ready for a very special night, her wedding night!"
Together these two beautiful women lead me back to Roxanne's, now my
bedroom! Once there I was lead to the bed. Cynthia stepped over to me,
her pretty pouting hot pink latex lips pressed hard over my wine red
ones and suddenly her warm wet tongue was deep in my mouth, her red
satin hands caressed my dark latex body, the feeling was ecstatic! We
kissed long and hot, then slowly she broke away from me. My previous
programming pushed my slut mind to higher and higher levels of
passion.
She turned and slowly walked to the bed and picked up a beautiful
white satin corset, heavily boned, trimmed in delicate pale blue lace.
Both Cynthia and Vanessa stepped over to me and Vanessa took the
corset and stepped in front of me and gently fitted the half cups of
the corset up and tightly under my very firm and full breasts.
Then it was Vanessa's turn to ravage me. Her hands were all over my
body, her lips on my mouth, her darting tongue deep in my unresisting
mouth. I sucked her sweet tongue, caressing it with my own, not
daring to let my tongue into her mouth. All the while, behind me,
Cynthia was lacing the corset, tighter and tighter, forcing my waist
smaller and smaller, forcing by body into a sluts wasp waist, making
my body a mans wet dream. My breasts were forced out as my beautiful
blond latex wife worked the laces ever tighter, god so very tight.
Please, god no more, my god Cynthia, what are you doing to me, your
going to cut me in half, I thought! I opened my mouth wide, gasping
for breath, as my body was ruthlessly remodeled into not a person but
a sex object, a toy for the sexual enjoyment of others.
Then Cynthia stepped in front of me as Vanessa 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 whores shape. A
sweet 16 inch waist and 38DD breasts. Cynthia lead me back to the
bed, gently seated me, and snow white lace hose were smoothed up over
my black sexy legs and fastened to the six garters on the corset.
While Cynthia smoothed the beautiful silky lace over my tan latex
skin, Vanessa sat on the bed next to me caressing my body, softly
whispering into my ear, "You look so very beautiful Roxanne, your such
a beautiful woman. You look so hot and sexy. Every man that sees you
is going to want to fuck you darling."
I watched in both horror and delight as gleaming ivory satin open toe
pumps were slipped onto my lace covered feet. The stunning shoes had
soaring pencil thin 10 inch spiked heels with two inch ankle straps
and 3 inch platforms. In seconds the straps were pulled tight and
buckled. There was no possible way to remove the shoes without
undoing the straps.
As Cynthia slid a pair of tiny, almost obscene white satin french
bikini panties up over first the soaring skyscraper heels then my lace
covered legs, Vanessa stood me up so that Cynthia could pull the
panties completely on. The sheer satin panties just barely covered the
shaved mound of my latex pussy without hiding it in the least.
At last I understood, yes I was being dressed as a bride, but not a
sweet, demure virgin bride, but as a slut in heat, a hot bitch who's
only thought was getting a cock to fill her hot, tight pussy. As soon
as Vanessa was satisfied with the way the panties were fitted, I was
again seated on the bed.
Cynthia went to the bed and pick something up and walked back toward
me. A white patent leather, rhinestone studded BALL GAG! God no!
Vanessa smiled, "Open wide darling!"
To stunned to even dream of resisting, I opened my mouth and let
pretty Cynthia fill my mouth with the white leather ball. Cynthia
began to tightened the straps painfully tight, first the one that ran
behind my head that pulled the ball deep into my mouth, then the "Y"
shaped strap that ran under my chin up to where that met at the bridge
of my nose then across the top of my head to where the head strap
joined the neck strap.
Cynthia bent down and kissed my useless gagged mouth.
"Now darling, I know you aren't used to heels this high but men expect
whores to walk around with heels like this, it makes them want to fuck
you. Now lets finish getting you dressed! Now baby lets stand you up
and slip a this white lace blouse on you, oh god it is so very tight.
Don't you love the way this blouse buttons up the back and has a high
tight stand up collar, sleeveless and clings to your pretty corseted
body like a second skin. Or maybe I should say, a third skin."
After Vanessa had buttoned all twelve buttons of the tight, form
fitting transparent lace blouse Vanessa slipped a lovely, very heavy,
ivory white satin skirt on me. It was skin tight and tapered and
hangs to my shapely lace covered, satin strapped ankles. Of course
there was no walking slit and I thought my steps MIGHT be limited to
about 3 inches.
To my total surprise the new latex Cynthia spoke, "Now that you have
learned to keep your mouth shut Roxanne, I like you much better! God
I was sick of your constant complaints, your stupid sexually
innuendos, the way you used to undress your faithful wife with your
eyes. Now lover, let sweet Cynthia help you on with your pretty long,
shoulder length ivory satin gloves.
Vanessa grinned evilly at me, "I told you she has been fully
converted. She has all of Cynthia's memories, including those of how
you degraded her. The is no room for SuSu left in that mind."
After a long sweet kiss Cynthia carefully pulled shinning, gleaming
ivory white satin shoulder length gloves on over my latex skinned
arms. However, unlike normal opera length gloves, these gloves
fingers concealed heavy steel boning under the pure white satin
fingers.
As Cynthia fitted the long, lovely ivory satin gloves over my arms
Vanessa smiled at me "Don't you love the look and feel of these
gloves. They look so beautiful on you and men love whores that dress
like this! I just know you want to be in bondage, after all that what
pretty sluts like you are for! Now my dear sweet little cunt, You
have to become what I want, you see your a beautiful, helpless, cunt
now, and I am your Mistress and your completely in my charge."
As Vanessa spoke Cynthia picked up a gorgeous ivory satin jacket, with
long tight sleeves and a impossibly tight peplum waist. She slid my
satin clad, helpless, useless, satin gloved, latex arms into the tight
sleeves. Then she buttoned the skin tight ivory satin blazer jacket
tightly closed around my lovely lace covered torso!
As Cynthia worked, Vanessa stepped up close to me and ran her emerald
green satin gloved hand over my tightly gowned body "This outfit shows
off your firm, full breasts and tiny waist so nicely, the tight ivory
satin hugs your every curve" Oh god, your going to be even lovelier
than I'd hoped. See how clearly your nipples show Darling!. What I
love best is that you are almost totally helpless standing there, your
hands and arms are useless, your legs hobbled by your skirt and to
look at you, no one would ever guess! Now lets get this belt around
your waist, OOMPH, there!"
As she spoke Cynthia handed Vanessa a slim white satin belt with a
beautiful pearl and diamond butterfly clasp which she then fastened
around my wasp waist, doing what I thought impossible, she pulled my
waist even tighter, even smaller.
"My dear, when I'm done, your going to be ever so pretty! Now Roxanne,
stand up and walk around for a few seconds for me lover, I want to
make sure your hobble skirt is tight enough! Yes, that's right,
wiggle your little hot ass! Yes, you really are helpless now, but I'm
not done with you yet slut. I'm going to show you what it's like to be
a beautiful woman, all black and sexy, a helpless slave cunt. Now we
have to make you perfect. Don't you think that bald head of your
looks ridiculous? Well I do! If your going to be a foxy bitch, you
have to have pretty, big hair!"
Vanessa guided me to Roxanne's, my, dressing table, sat me down, then
slowly looked over the wigs. I tried to shake my helpless head as
Vanessa pulled on a heavy, beautiful, tightly curled, hip length, jet
black wig over the bald dome of the beautiful latex head. Vanessa
stepped in front of me and began attaching and adjusting the long,
beautiful wig. When she was happy with her finished handy work Vanessa
stepped aside so I could see the new me in the mirror.
"Yes...you're very beautiful Roxanne, a sweet bondage bride, all done
up just for me to enjoy!"
In shock I stared at the face and body that stared back at me from the
mirror. The woman in the mirror stared back in disbelief at a stunning
sloe eyed, deeply tanned woman who's pouting, sexy face filled the
mirror, I could see that once the cruelly tight full head mask forced
my face back into it's mold and with the wigs shining jet black
cascade flowing over my satin clad shoulders I looked exactly like I
had always wanted Roxanne made up, gowned, gagged, helpless. The image
that stared back at me from the mirror was a perfect replica of
Roxanne, now I was a beautiful French lover.
Vanessa looked carefully at me, her helpless Barbie Doll, a latex
creature sitting before her. Vanessa had done her horrible work
perfectly.
"Yes... you're going to make a beautiful bondage bride Roxanne." As
she spoke, Vanessa stoked my head, I felt the silky smooth caress of
my long beautiful tresses. "Now Roxanne, your not finished getting
dressed yet, you going to be a perfect slave whore bride."
First, Cynthia put long dangling pearl and diamond earring on my latex
ears, a glittering cascade that fell to my gleaming ivory white satin
shoulders. Next a ivory satin pill box hat was pined securely to my
flowing black tresses, then the hats rhinestone dusted lace veil was
lowered across my pretty made up whore's face. Cynthia fastened a
four inch wide diamond and pearl choker collar necklace around my
neck, holding my head stiffly erect able to move only a tiny fraction
of an inch up, down, left or right. The collar also hid even the tiny
seam were the beautiful mask joined the neck of the lush, female,
latex body I was encased in.
As soon as Cynthia locked the beautiful discipline collar necklace
around my throat she fluffed the lace of my blouse out so there was no
hint of where the white silk veil ended and the choker began. I tried
to move my helpless satin gloved hands, but the heavy steel boning
made impossible to do anything except just barely flex my fingers. For
all real purposes my hand were completely helpless.
Vanessa stood me up, making me stand there swaying on the slender
spiked, towering, impossibly high skyscraper heels, her helpless
whore! Vanessa gently reached out and gently caressed my satin covered
waist then lead me to the center of the bedroom. I slowly followed
where she lead, the tight grip of my latex skin and my stunning ivory
satin gown binding my every movement.
I realized because of the perfection of the work that nobody would
ever be able to tell that it was false or that I was ever a man. Stuck
in a beautiful woman's body, helpless, I realized that I would never
ever change. I am a pretty willing whore and a toy to be used however
Vanessa and my wife want.
I turned and looked at myself in the mirrored wall. The long silky
mane of soft, flowing jet black hair that misted the long dangling
earrings, the huge, staring amber brown eyes under the high arched
brows and long feathery eyelashes, the tightly gagged, pouting come
fuck me blood red lips, the coffee and cream colored skin that set off
the diamonds and pearls around my throat so well, the beautiful face
of a sexy, gorgeous woman all gently misted by the white silk lace
veil.
As I stared at the reflection, I realized the perfection of Vanessa's
work. Nobody would ever be able to tell that under the skin tight
golden ivory satin dress, under the tight satin that belted my waist,
under the gleaming satin of the pencil thin spiked skyscraper heeled
shoes, it was all false. No one would ever believe that there was a
man inside, concealed in the body of this hot, sexy, beautiful bitch.
The lie of Roxanne's stunning nymph face and ravishing whore's body,
the narrow waist, sexy ass, huge firm breasts with there stiff erect
nipples that were clearly visible under the soft, clinging white lace
of my blouse was perfect.
Vanessa stood beside me and purred, "Well Roxanne, my sweet beautiful
slave, your sexy and sensational. Now lets finish putting you in
bondage!"
God no! I tried to shake my head NO, the collar allowing only a
fraction of an inch of movement!
"Oh my, my, my! I don't know if I'm glad or not that you are such a
disobedient slave bitch. Now, let's see what we can do to change your
filthy little whores mind.
I watched as Vanessa walked over to my closet, her back to me. I tried
to run for my bedroom door. God, the skirt was so tight, the heels so
high, my steps were constricted by the satin that bound me like a
cocoon. Swaying wildly in the towering skyscraper heels I made the
door, the handle touched by my useless satin gloved hand. A explosion
of pain lanced through my body. I fell forward, face first into the
door, slumping into a satin heap.
I heard Vanessa scream. "Get up bitch, get up, you god damn cunt." She
kicked me hard in the small of the back. I said get up Roxanne, right
fucking now or I'll hurt you again"
I tried, God how I tried, but the satin was to tight, to restricting.
Then, somehow, Vanessa dragged me back to my feet and turned me to
face her. I could see us both in the mirror. I had expected to see me
a mess, instead I saw the very same sex kitten face smiling at me. The
same tight sexy clothes with no outward sign of the unbelievable pain
that had racked my body. I saw Vanessa suddenly start to back hand me
across the face, I tried to move, to grab her arm, but I had no will
of my own. Stars exploded in my head. I swayed wildly on the soaring
ivory satin pencil thin heels. I tried to grab for Vanessa, anything
to keep my balance. I fell heavily. I couldn't move.
Vanessa again pulled me to my feet and with a vicious tone said, "You
still don't understand, do you Roxy? You are my mentally enslaved
cunt, a whore for me to play with. You will do exactly as I say, when
I say it. You will do it, no matter what, now shake your head yes
bitch, do it!"
Slowly I shook my head yes.
Vanessa smiled at me. "Very good Roxanne my pet, now don't you want
to be my whore for tonight? Not even for me?."
My mind raged against my conditioning but the only effect was to keep
me from moving at all.
Vanessa smiled and held up a small black box, not unlike a TV remote
control. "You really are stupid Roxanne, stupid even for a bitch who
only thinks about filling her hot little cunt. Didn't you wonder why I
changed your mask? There is a special surprise built into this one."
Vanessa let the tip of a satin gloved hand just barely touch her then
thumbed the control. Blinding pain convulsive pain racked me again. I
screamed but all that escaped were soft moans, moans that sounded even
to me like the sounds of a hot bitches pleasure. The wracking pain
stood me straight up, my gleaming, white satin clad arms straining,
pawing the air like the bitch I now was, my satin gloved hands as far
out in front of me as I could get them, clawing at the air, I couldn't
even fall as Vanessa thumbed the control again and again. Then
suddenly the pain was gone. My whole body slumped, I would have fallen
except Vanessa caught my arm and helped to steady me.
"Roxy, That is just a tiny taste of the pain that I can inflict! Now
slut go back to the dresser and bring me the muff on the top, oh and
darling, when you walk, walk like the whore you are, do that for me
please."
I turned, straightened my shoulders to trust my breasts out, and with
a sway to my hips that was almost a strippers bump and grind. It to
me about fifteen steps to cover the five feet that separated me from
the dresser. Once there I tried to pick up the ivory satin muff and
couldn't.
I turned back to face Vanessa. Vanessa smiled then walked over to
where I stood. Vanessa reached out and took the muff from the dresser.
Vanessa slapped me hard across my silk veiled face, "What you have to
understand is that I like hurting you bitch, I enjoy this, you fucking
little tramp and you are completely helpless to stop it!"
I stroked Vanessa's arm, making tiny little mewing sounds with my
latex covered lips. I tried to make myself as pretty as I could,
thrusting my breasts out. CRACK! Vanessa's savage back hand knocked
me back on the bed, then reaching out Vanessa dragged me back to a
standing position.
Vanessa, with a evil smile and a truly vicious tone said, "You still
don't understand do you, you stupid fucking piece of shit. When I ask
you something, you agree. When I tell you something, you do exactly as
told. Now slave, hold your hands out together, at your waist."
Vanessa took my right hand, reached inside the muff and from inside
removed a two inch wide pearl and diamond bracelet which she quickly
fastened around my right wrist. In a matter of seconds a matching
bracelet encircled my left wrist and tightly locked in place.
"Now lets get your fur on you baby doll, your pretty floor length,
lush, white ermine, get it for me please Cynthia. First over your
arms, now up around your shoulders, there, beautiful!"
The ermine was snow white and cut even tighter then my gown. The coat
had a huge shawl collar and finger tip length very full bell sleeves.
Vanessa zipped the coat closed from neck to hem. Now my steps were
limited to only about two inches. I teetered slightly back and forth
as I tried to get the feel for the terribly high heels and my newest,
even more restrictive, addition to my bridal outfit.
"Now whore, lets get your collar turned up, yes! God you're perfect
Roxanne, all pretty and veiled! Now for your muff, yes good. First
over right arm, first lets push the sleeves back some. Now lets lock
your bracelets tightly together and then slid the muff back down.
There, now those hands are helpless. What with your hobble skirt, the
way your arms are bound and now that your hands are equally so, you
really are a pretty bondage bitch, but, except for the gag, no one
would ever know just looking at you. But we have waited enough time."
Lets go Roxy, move, get your cunt out to the car slave! Cynthia, help
our pretty bondage bride!"
I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and across the living room.
I could hear the soft rustle of satin as my whores body moved within
the tight, confining gleaming ivory white gown and fur. I could feel
the wonderful sexy lightness of the latex, satin and ermine that
surrounded me, cocoons me. I could feel the heavy pull and soft caress
of the wig whose long silky tresses flowed over my shoulders and down
my back. I could feel the way the soaring skyscraper heels forced my
new latex breasts out and coupled with the tightness of my skirt and
coat and the short mincing steps made my hips sway and my ass wiggle
in a sexy provocative, totally feminine way.
"You know pretty Roxanne, I was worried that I was going to feel sorry
for you, guilty over what I had done. But all I feel is wonder, wonder
that it took your wife so long to do this. What is more fun is to
wonder at how long your total transformation to a slave cunt will
take. Well we shall see."
I was led to a room filled with innumerable bondage toys. My mind
struggled to comprehend their uses. Vanessa and Cynthia led me to a
table. On it was another kind of latex body suit lying on a table.
This one was set in a position that would cause the wearer to have
their entire body immobilized.
The two women forced me into the latex form. As they sealed it around
me. I realized it was not so much a bondage implement but rather a
support device. This suit was a form for me to fit into that placed my
body at the disposal of others. They closed me in. My legs were thrust
into the air spread wide for the taking. There were support devices
both by my face and my crotch.
Vanessa came over to me and stroked my face with her soft hand. "Your
mind is fully flooded with the drugs by now. I now have you ready to
have the final set of commands set into your brain. You are already a
sex slave without a will of her own. your own desire triggers your
need to serve your lovers. You instable need for your pussy to be
fucked drives your love to satisfy your Mistresses's pussy."
"Now it is time that you became a slave to cocks also. Cynthia get
yourself ready"
I looked over at the image of my former wife as she slid her panties
down her stockinged legs. She manipulated her latex crotch and the
familiar amber cock of SuSu popped out. It was throbbing with passion
from the programming and the sight of my helpless form. Over this she
fitted an alabaster from that created a huge white skinned cock.
Then Vanessa stepped into my sight. She spoke softly to me. "Dear
Roxanne, I am all the woman you could ever want. I am every woman you
could ever want. I am your former wife. Look at how many versions of
me you could have had. But Vanessa is the most special one. She is
what you cheated on me for."
With that she too slid down her panties and revealed a massive
throbbing hard on. It was huge with a pulsing head and wet tip.
Vanessa spoke again. " Dear Slut, Vanessa has a special cock. My real
cock is in this latex sheath. This cock is a good 12 inches of long
and thick meat. This latex allow me to feel all of the sensations of
your virgin hole, but allows me to fuck you as long as I desire. I can
cum and cum inside, but the sheath stays just as hard as ever. This is
how I will implant the love for cocks into your little slut brain.
Quite literally you are about to have your brains fucked out."
"Oh yes, My assistant Cynthia will enact another form of revenge for
me. As I fuck your virgin pussy she will fill your mouth with her
cock. It too will allow her to fuck your face all night. Enjoy."
I felt Vanessa mount me. Her thick cock probed deeply and relentlessly
into my new pussy. My helplessly trapped cock was continually
stimulated by her fucking me. As my passion overcame me the
programming triggered my desire to make her cum. I thrust my hips into
each stroke so that I could maximize her pleasure.
Then Cynthia slid her cock into my waiting mouth. I greedily encased
it with my full wet lips. The previous programming allowed me to suck
it deeply into my throat without and gagging. I loved the feel and
taste of her cock. My passion was multiplied driving me to an
uncontrollable need to give pleasure.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something I had not seen before.
I huge television screen was showing a panoramic shot of these two
gorgeous women fucking my helpless but wanton form. My mind froze in
on the image of myself as the sex toy of these gorgeous shemales. As
they came in my mouth and pussy, I also came. At the same time I
forever became the woman I would always be, their slut.
Dear Desiree: this is where I ran out of gas. Additionally I kind of
gassed out on tying the stories together. What would be really neet
would be for you to reread these versions of your stories. I would die
for you to Desireeize them by adding your special touch. Anyway, let
me know what you think. Yours with love Dawn
Anakha.
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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!) (6/6)
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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.
Anakha
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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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VANESSA'S STORY
I sat on the couch sipping ice cold champagne from a long stemmed
crystal goblet, knowing that in just a few, short minuets I would
stroking the gleaming tanned latex that would encase the head of
pretty, little Yolanda, my newest sales girl. I thought how wonderful
it was going to be to when I would pull her head tightly to me,
pressing her mouth more firmly against my clit. Yes, soon, she would
be "working out" just fine.
She had gone to work for me only a week ago, but she had worked out
perfectly. I had watched her very carefully as she worked around the
bridal gowns and formals upstairs, how submissive she was with the
customers, how she looked at the young women that she helped dress.
Oh yes, I decided, she was perfect.
I remembered how excited she had been when, just after the store
closed today, Cynthia and I had lead her down to the basement of the
store and introduced her to the very special line of fashion we stock
for very special customers.
She had stood there, wide eyed, looking around her at the hundreds and
hundreds of beautiful exotic and bizarre sexual costumes and almost
every sex device and bondage toy that was available. Cynthia stepped
behind Yolanda while I stepped up close in front. Cynthia gently took
Yolanda arms and held them behind her.
I smiled at Yolanda. "You know dear, I think you would look lovely
dressed in some of the costumes down here don't you?.
Silently Yolanda nodded "Yes".
"Well Yolanda my sweet which one should I dress you in? A sexy,
dominate police woman? Maybe a pretty Army Captain? A submissive harem
houri? Would you like to be my french maid or maybe even a hot airline
stewardess. I could even dress you as either a stunning New York whore
or a Vatican Nun. But what I like best is a totally submissive latex
slut. Would you like to be my latex slut Yolanda?"
In her small, heavily accented Mexican voice Yolanda whispered "Yes
Ma'am, please?".
"Very well, from now on you will address me as "My Lady", do you
understand Yolanda?
"Yes My Lady".
"Very good, now I am going to dress more in style for my station while
Cynthia makes you pretty for me." I turned and went into my "office",
already wet between my thighs!
Once in my sound proof office I selected a wonderful, dominate leather
outfit and slowly dressed. Once I was dressed I opened a chilled
bottle of champagne, poured a glass and slowly sipped it, knowing my
newest slave was waiting!
YOLANDA"S STORY
Cynthia smiled as she watched Vanessa close the door to her "office"
and walked to the wall where a collection of latex discipline helmets
hung, select a half head latex mask with a built in breather gag and
smiled at me, "You must undress now! Now hurry up, we don't want to
keep Lady Vanessa waiting!"
God her German accent was so sexy! I looked at the images of the two
women reflected in the mirrored walls. Cynthia was the very image of
the polished, young, tightly tailored, business woman. I loved her
tight fitting gray linen blazer suit and the contrast with the
electric blue of the silk blouse and gloves was stunning.
The white sheer hose and gray 4 inch high heeled pumps were the
perfect! Cynthia's jewelry finished her outfit to perfection! On her
right wrist she wore a gold watch with it's thin bangle band. Her
earrings were jewel tone cobalt. On her right wrist Cynthia wore gold
slender ID bracelet and the last of her jewelry was a slim diamond and
gold ankle bracelet.
Covering her own short dirty blond hair was a beautiful wig, long,
straight, waist length honey blond wig. I, on the other hand, was
dressed in a knee length blue denim skirt, plain white cotton blouse
and flats. Cynthia looked at me and smiled, "Well love?"
I slowly walked over to where Cynthia stood, holding the latex helmet
and pointed behind her, "Please Miss Cynthia, could we use that one?"
Cynthia turned to look and I drove the hypo deep into her creamy white
neck. Cynthia let out the most delicious scream! I grabbed her as her
body convulsed as the drugs overwhelmed her system. After a few
seconds she went stiff. I sat Cynthia down on one of the red velvet
sofa's and looked down at the starring eyes of the conscious but
paralyzed young woman who sat helpless before me.
I smiled at her and using the voice I had work so hard to acquire I
whispered, "So, now we must get you ready for your Mistress?"
I began to undress the horror stricken, absolutely helpless woman
whose face, clothes, body and life I planed to take. It took me just a
few minutes to pull Cynthia's blazer and skirt off. Her creamy white
skin made me so horny that I could feel my cock start to press against
my plain white cotton panties.
Next I stripped the helpless cunt in the chair of her blouse, slip and
bra. I allowed my self the luxury of allowing my fingers to gently
stroke the huge, firm breasts, kneading the inch long nipples stiffly
erect. Shoes, nylons, garterbelt and panties followed onto the
growing pile that was all of Cynthia I would need.
"You know baby, since I'm going to be handling your duties around here
I think I have the perfect job for you to do. Let me help you into
your new things, pretty and sexy things, the things sluts like you
wear in this store."
I hurried to the rear of the store and retrieved the boxes I had made
sure would be delivered just before closing. I returned to Angelika
and opened the first of the boxes and carefully removed a latex body
suit. The latex was a perfect flawless creamy flesh tone.
"I thought this would be perfect for you dear! I just know you want
to wear this, don't you darling, see the pretty, totally lifelike,
silver whores' pussy, the huge firm breasts, the perfect silver body
of a perfect, pretend woman."
I began to slip the stiff, thick, clinging satin smooth rubber onto
her semi-conscious and totally helpless form. First one leg then the
next. "Can you feel the smooth rubber slide onto your feet and then
slowly up your legs Cynthia? See, I know just what I'm doing, your
becoming my pretty silver Barbie Doll and just like a Barbie Doll your
only function in life will be to model pretty, sexy clothes.
"Feel the latex grips your legs so very tightly, just like skin, a
beautiful silver skin!. I love working the latex up your legs, god, I
can't believe how perfect your new rubber skin is. Now let's set you
up, there. Now darling lets get that pathetic little pussy of yours
all covered up, there!"
"See how this catheter fits right into your piss hole and how lifelike
and perfect your new pussy is. Now lets get your ass fixed so you can
shit, there."
Working slowly, enjoying the feel of the satin smooth ice cold latex,
I pulled the body suit up to her waist. I began to work her fingers
into the heavy clinging silver rubber.
"Now darling, lets get your hands and fingers worked into their new
silver latex skin. You know, I'm going to love having you helpless!
There, now your hands are those of a sweet and sexy silver doll,
perfect in every detail, even down to the highly polished, inch long
chrome finger nails. Don't you think your new inch long nails are so
pretty and sexy!
"Cynthia loves girls with long nails and I think she thinks your going
to make a wonderful addition to the store, right? Goodness, this
latex body suit is so tight no one would ever guess that's it not your
own skin!"
"You know darling, I just know your going to love being a silver
pseudo-girl! Now lets work the rest of your arms into their new
color, there, all in!"
I slowly and carefully encased Cynthia's arms in there latex prisons.
I watched as her arms seemed to disappear completely. It took about
ten minutes to adjust the wrinkles out of latex so her new arms and
wrists looked totally natural. Once her arms were completely covered
I continued to envelope her in a new latex body, the latex body of a
silver sex doll!
"You know darling, I am very positive about your new relationship
with Lady Victoria and myself! My friends and I have worked very hard
to create the new you. Now a few just a few more tugs and there, now
your torso, arms and hands are tightly gloved in the flawless,
gleaming, chrome rubber."
As I sealed the back with instant set glue I could see that Cynthia's
new body was completely hairless and has the most beautiful feminine
shape I'd ever seen, there was not a seem or joint anywhere to mar the
illusion of her new silver woman's body. Every detail is perfect, the
huge firm breasts of latex are luscious and alluring, the inch long
nipples stiff and erect. Between her silver thighs her pubic area is
bare, shaved, with a well formed Vagina and a stiff, large, clitoris
protruding from between silver inner cunt lips.
I opened the second box and removed a heavily boned hot pink satin
waist cinch. I wrapped the cinch around her waist and then shoved her
over on her face. It took all my strength to fasten the cinch.
"My, my sweetheart, I seem to have bought it two sizes to small, but
that OK, this is the way you like it, very tight, turning your size 8
waist into a size 5 just to make men hot! Goodness, I don't know if I
can fasten these hooks in the back if the front is laced all the ways
closed, let me put my knee in the small of your back, there! My
goodness it sure is tight! Cynthia would never wear this, she would
bitch and complain that it was to tight, but not you lover."
I turned her over and laid her out on the couch and smoothed hot pink
silk seamed thigh high hose on. The hose were so tight and clinging. I
fastened the garters between hot pink nyloned thighs.
"There darling, how sweet! Now lover let get you something for your
feet. Not tennis shoes like Cynthia wears, but a new pair of boots!
You know how Cynthia always says she can't wear high heels, well she
would sure object to these! I got these just for you, a pair of hot
pink patent leather mid-thigh high boots with slender pencil thin
twelve inch high spiked heels and a three inch platform. See how the
boots lace tightly up the front."
"Now baby, lets slip your pretty feet into them. Oh my! The toe
section is solid, these are really ballet style. But it's all right,
no one will ever guess just looking. Well you like that, so let's get
them on and get them laced. God, it takes so long to get these boots
laced. Yummy! I love making you helpless, lacing boots on you as
tight as possible, making the leather skin tight, there! Your boots
are all laced up nice and tight, not a single wrinkle in the leather
to spoil the effect!"
"Now dear, your all booted so lets get you gloved! Aren't these
gloves beautiful, shoulder length hot pink kid leather! Lets see,
first the right hand, all the way in, there! How do you like the
steel boning in the fingers and arms? It makes the fingers so stiff
that doing anything is almost impossible, and see instead of the three
pearl buttons at the wrist, we have leather laces! Lets lace them nice
and tight, shell we? There! Now lets tie the laces and snip off the
excess lace. Opps, I seem to have tied them in a hard knot. Now the
only way to get these gloves off would be to cut the laces and with
your fingers helpless that would be impossible for you to do!" I took
a hot pink satin G- string panty out of the box.
"Cynthia said she would never wear something like this, but you like
clothes that make you look like a perfect little slut, don't you? Of
course you do! Let me help you on with them."
"You know this G-string doesn't even start to cover your nice shaved
silver pussy. Let's see, corset, hose, gloves, and G-string, very
nice, very pretty. Now darling, just one last thing before I wake you
up, and that's your mouth. If I don't do something about that, you'll
do nothing but bitch and complain!"
I picked up a steel choke pear gag covered in black velvet and
inserted in Cynthia helpless mouth. In each corner of the gag was a
small wing nut that adjusted the set screws that would force the
pear's strong steel halves apart. In a matter of seconds I turned the
screws as far as I could force them, distending Cynthia's jaws as far
as possible.
"There baby, that should keep you nice and quit! Now sweet, we've
taken care of you saying things you shouldn't, so lets get those big
beautiful eyes covered up so you don't see anything you shouldn't
ether!"
I took two ovals of shiny black adhesive tape and deftly covered
Cynthia eyes, being very careful to smooth the tape over her eyes so
that her eyes were completely sealed and the shining black tape
wrinkle free. The effect of the black tape against Cynthia white skin
was stunning! Next I took a small box that contained soft sound
absorbent wax and I expertly pushed the wax plugs deep into Cynthia's
ears with a small wooden stick I had made just for this purpose.
"Now baby, we've got you where you speak and see no evil, so let's
take care of the hear part."
I continued packing the wax deeper and deeper into Cynthia ears until
her drugged body quivered with the pain of the sound absorbent wax
pushing on her eardrums. Only when I was sure that Cynthia was
completely and utterly deaf did I stop packing more wax into her ears!
As I opened the next box I stepped back and looked at what was left of
Cynthia. Her mouth was wide open from the choke pear gag that
rendered her absolutely silent, her eyes covered with the gleaming
black tape and now her ears packed with wax. Yes, mute, blind, locked
in silence, her beautiful creamy white skin covered with a new,
flawless silver metal latex body.
"Cunt, I'm not done with you yet, oh no you fucking bitch. I'm going
to turn you into exactly what I've wanted for a long time, a beautiful
silver doll, all silver and sexy, a helpless silver slave just like
you should be. Now we need just one last thing to make you perfect.
Don't you think that face of your's looks completely out of place?
Well I do! If your going to be a perfect silver Barbie bitch for me,
the your going to have to be all silver!"
I stared at the her head lovingly, knowing exactly what I was going to
do with the drugged, gagged, deaf, bound, German cunt sitting helpless
in front of me. I moved around behind my drugged victim.
"Goodbye Cynthia", I whispered in Cynthia wax packed, deaf ears,
"Because in just a few minutes your life will be just a memory. For
this second on you will be a beautiful silver doll for me to dress and
pose, a perfect lover and slave."
The drugs I had injected began to wear off and Cynthia tried to scream
but all I could hear was a tiny final whimper that escaped her
useless, helpless gagged mouth.
I bent forward, reached out and took a wig head from the shelf where I
had placed it last night and quickly, carefully removed the wig from
the head. Then suddenly I opened the wig head. It was like some kind
of chrome helmet/mask! I brutally forced Cynthia's bald head into the
chrome face which I then slammed shut. There Mannique, now you truly
are my pretty mannequin. As I couldn't believe that what I had wanted
to do to this whore from the first second I had ever laid eyes on her
was finally happening as I shoved her head into the chrome mask.
Slowly and ever so carefully I started to screw the back of the chrome
head closed, screwing the ice cold metal mask tighter and tighter,
cruelly tightening it, forcing her face into the mold of the mask,
making the chrome head literally her new face. I stopped tightening
for a few seconds. Quickly, ruthlessly, I kissed the shinning, slick,
chrome lips that covered what had been Cynthia's white, mute lips.
Then I began to finish screwing the mask even tighter, skin tight, so
tight that the bright chrome was becoming Cynthia's real face. I kept
working the screws tighter and tighter, forcing her face into the mold
of the beautiful shinning metal head. After screwing the chrome
completely closed I kept turning the screw driver to strip the threads
and seal her features forever into the blank, featureless, ageless,
but inescapably female face, of a beautiful woman.
Where just moments ago there had been a white woman now there was a
beautiful, bald, silver mannequin, a mannequin with a perfect blank
staring eyes, a wide open pouting silver mouth and a perfect shinning
silver body!
"There you are my beautiful silver slut, how do you like your lovely
new whore's face?"
I felt Cynthia try to shake her helpless head as I pulled on a heavy,
beautiful, tightly curled, shoulder length, hot pink wig over the bald
dome of the beautiful metal head. I stepped in front of her and began
attaching and adjusting the beautiful wig.
When I was happy with her I stepped aside so I could see the new
silver woman I had created. "There Mannique, now you truly my pretty,
perfect mannequin.
I stared in disbelief at the stunning blank featured, chromed skinned
woman who's pouting, sexy face stared emptily at me. I could see that
once I had screwed the full head mask in place over her face and with
the wigs shining hot pink cascade flowing over silver satin skinned
shoulders the effect was perfect. She looked exactly like a silver
Barbie Doll. The image that stared back at me from was perfect.
"Yes, you're going to make an wonderful addition to the store, my
beautiful Mannique. I know you can't hear me but you are my pretty,
helpless, whore Mannique doll and you will look like this for the rest
of your life. Now Mannique lets finish getting you dressed, I've got
to get you posed as a perfect silver whore just for me!"
I picked up a stun gun and walked back to where I had left my pretty
new girl friend. She was right where I had left her, half slumped
against the door, gasping in pain.
"Get up, get up right now!" She just sat there on the floor, softly
sobbing, and begging me to let her go.
"If you don't get up now, I'm going to hurt you again, now get back on
your feet."
"Yes, please, see I'm getting up. Please don't hit me again. There!
I'm so sorry I tried to run, but I'm so scared! If you just let me go
I promise to never tell anyone, really..PLEASE!"
"Shut up, get in the living room and sit down, NOW! MOVE! Over on the
couch, in the center, that right, now sit down and shut up."
She sat down on the edge of the couch, her terror filled eyes fixed on
me. I walked over picked up and turned the video camera on. I zoomed
in on her face and walked around to get her from all angles.
"Stand up for a second dear, that right, good now sit down, very, very
good."
I turned the camera off, placed it on it's tripod, flipped the lens
over to wide angle and turned the camera back on. I picked up one of
the knives and walked over to her.
"Hold your hands out in front, that right, there." I cut the ropes
that bound her hands. "Now listen to me, this is a electric stun
gun, it won't kill you, it will just make you wish you were dead.
Now you must do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?"
"Yes, please what do ...Aggggggg!!!....Oh God, Oh God!"
I stepped up close to where she was slumped after talking the jolt
from my stun gun.
"Now dear, you must only answer my questions. I don't like your
constant babbling. Do you understand?"
She looked up at me with her pretty tear stained face and softly
whispered. "Yes".
"Good, now what is your name?". "Vanessa." No dear, your full
name." "Vanessa Marie Deon."
"That a very pretty name, now dear do you know what I want you to
do?"
"No."
"I want you to take your clothes off, every last stitch, and I mean
completely."
She looked at me in shocked surprise.
"No I won't, you can't do this to me!"
I thumbed the stun gun again and again. She screamed in agony as her
beautiful body arced. After a second her body relaxed, slumped, her
eyes still full of pain and terror.
"Now bitch, get up and strip, every last fucking thing, now! Lay your
thing out on the couch, neatly, I don't want them mused. Now! Get your
mother fucking clothes off! Strip!" She stood, shaky and sobbing.
Slowly she began to undress. First she untied the belt and unbuttoned
then removed her lush black mink coat with it's full bell sleeves and
shawl collar/hood and placed it carefully on the couch. I hadn't
believed my luck when I first saw her in the mall, my pretty Vanessa
was dressed all in tight black leather. Everything! Boots, skirt,
jacket, gloves, every stitch, was luscious, gleaming black leather.
Her clothes were so very beautiful. Vanessa stood before me dressed in
her tight, tight tapered mid-calf skirt that zipped all the way up the
back, from hem to waist. God it was so sexy.
Her matching peplum wasted jacket was gorgeous, the tight mandarin
collar and the way it hugged her every curve, her wasp waist. But what
I loved most was her boots, the heels must have been five inches. Her
gleaming black leather boots were laced skin tight and her delicate
silver spurs were the perfect touch!
The only other jewelry that I could see of Vanessa's were her
earrings. Silver mesh, heavy, long dangling earrings that hung down
over the collar of her beautiful, dominate outfit. Her earrings were
beautifully misted by the wild, sexy, mid-shoulder length golden blond
tightly curled, long flowing tresses.
"Well Vanessa, did you know that you look very much like a whore, all
dressed in your tight, sexy and sassy black leather?
Vanessa replied in a small voice, "Yes My Lady."
"Are you a whore Vanessa?
"No My Lady."
"Then why are you dressed like this?"
"I like to dress up all hot and sexy, then go shopping and then maybe
out to dinner or something. I like it when guys look at me."
"Well I want to see more of you, come on, get all your nice hot, sexy
clothes off, right now you fucking bitch! I don't have all day."
Vanessa tried to smile through her tears. Then with her slim leather
gloved fingers she slid the zipper down the front of her sexy, tight
peplum wasted jacket. Vanessa removed the soft, supple leather jacket
and laid it carefully next to her mink. Yummy! I simply couldn't
believe how perfect this slut was.
Under her body hugging black leather jacket she was dressed in a black
satin and lace bra, a unbelievably tight shining black satin corset
trimmed in red and shoulder length black leather gloves. Around her
sweet neck she wore a slender, silver studded black leather collar.
"Take off your bra bitch"
"Please, I don't know....."
I held up the stun gun. Crying, she fumbled with the hooks in the
back of the beautiful bra. Then she got the hooks undone and her
huge, creamy breasts were exposed.
"Now take off your skirt dear"
Slowly, stumbling and off balance, Vanessa striped off her tight,
tight calf length leather skirt. Under the skirt she wore cunt high
seamed black sheer hose and tiny sexy black silk and lace panties.
Her gleaming black leather boots encased her shapely legs to just
barely below her knee. The boots laced up the back and were literally
skin tight.
"Now the boots bitch!"
"Yes My Lady, God I'm trying."
I watched as Vanessa undid the fine silver chains that held the silver
spurs on the black spiked heel boots. It took her several minuets to
get the boots unlaced. When she had finished she placed the boots on
the floor next to the couch.
I could feel myself getting very hard as I watched as she pulled off
her thin, sexy shoulder length black leather gloves off and laid them
next to her mink, her perfect inch long gleaming red nails so very
sexy. Her satin corset, all shiny and black followed, then her
panties, hose and collar.
"Earrings too stupid!"
Vanessa slowly took off her long dangling silver mesh earrings and
placed them on the couch.
"That better, now over to the cart and start getting dressed in the
things I've laid out for you!"
As she moved toward the cart where her beautiful bondage outfit was
ready for her I noticed a tiny wisp of brown hair.
"Vanessa, didn't I tell you to strip?"
"Yes My Lady. I did, I'm naked, please don't hurt me."
"Are you a natural blond Vanessa?"
"No My Lady. I have brown hair."
I gently and very, very carefully removed the wild, sexy, mid-shoulder
length golden blond tightly curled, long flowing wig and placed it on
the couch. I looked at the still beautiful but now brown haired woman
standing naked before me and thumbed the stun gun over and over. She
withered and screamed in agony as her body convulsed helplessly. I
waited until her body wracking sobs quieted.
"Vanessa, is there anything else your wearing? If I find out there
is, I'll hurt you very, very badly!"
"Oh God, No, nothing, please, PLEASE!, nothing!!! I waited a second
and softened my voice.
"Now Vanessa darling, I want you to get up and go over to that cart
and put on the things that I've laid out for you, well cunt move!"
Without a word, her eyes wide with fear, Vanessa walked over to the
cart. I watched as Vanessa slowly picked up the black thigh high
latex hose and slowly pulled the shining black rubber on over her
creamy skin. As soon as Vanessa had the hose on she put on the
matching shoulder length gloves. Now that her arms and legs were
covered in the highly polished, skin tight black latex rubber Vanessa
picked up one of the black patent leather seven inch skyscraper heeled
pumps from the cart and began to suck gently on the sharply spiked
heel. Poor Vanessa look at me and smiled, pathetically trying to make
me like her, want her.
"Vanessa dear, I told you to get dressed, I didn't tell you to
practice giving head to shoes.
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