FANTASY WRITING CONTEST #1

ENTRY #2

Beth had finally had enough.

Slowly rising on this particularly gloomy Friday morning, she decided that her husband David had neglected her for the last time. At one time, David had been an exciting companion to this energetic, tall brunette – and a marvelous lover. He was always trying out new ideas in the bedroom, wanting to please Beth as much or more as she was pleasing him. He always was attentive to Beth’s needs and wishes, both in and out of the bedroom. He used to be very affectionate, and a hopeless romantic – never anything too elaborate, but always giving Beth some trinket or kind gesture, even if it was only a big bear hug!

But, slowly over the course of the 11 years of their marriage, David began to gradually give up those "little things" which seem to be the loving things people do for their loved ones. The gestures happened less and less frequently than before, and it got so that David almost dreaded showing much of ANY affection towards his beautiful wife. After all, she should know by this time how much he loved her – why should he constantly be having to tell her or show her?

Eventually, it began to affect their sex lives, too. They almost never made love anymore, and when they did give in to passion, the session was almost over before it started! Beth began to believe that everyone’s marriage became like this after a few years – but would it end up being this way the rest of their lives? A great sense of dread began to overtake her thoughts. Many nights she would cry herself to sleep, wondering where it all went wrong. And then she met someone who would help to change her marriage forever!

Beth met Lorraine at a luncheon given for newcomers to the Subdivision. She was quite tall, slender but not skinny, and had a marvelous sense of humor. The pair became great friends almost immediately, and Beth decided to invite Lorraine over to her house that night for dinner and drinks – David was going out tonight - it was "Poker Night" with his buddies from college, and of course, he just couldn’t miss THAT. Beth always hated being home on those nights because she always knew what it would mean – David would come home drunk, stinking of beer and overly affectionate – rather sloppy, in fact. Usually on such evenings, Beth usually would try to feign being asleep, so that she would not end up being slobbered all over.

As Beth and Lorraine curled up on the sofa after dinner, sipping slowly from glasses of wine and talking, Beth began to relate to Lorraine just how much that their marriage had changed in recent years, and how truly unhappy she was in their marriage as it stood now. As Beth continued her story she began to sob, her emotions finally giving way to the effects of the wine. "I never dreamed that David would hurt me so much," she cried. "I always was sure that ours was one marriage that would never have become boring or distant. I was sure we were very much in love and would stay that way forever. How could this have happened?"

"I understand," Lorraine agreed. "My marriage was very much on the rocks too, dear. I was certain that a divorce was soon going to become a reality in our household. That’s when I decided to take the bull by the horns, so to speak. I did a lot of reading, pouring over marriage books, relationship books, self-help tapes – you name it, I studied it. Finally, after much research I came upon a marvelous solution, and it has saved my marriage and the whole rest of my life, too!" Lorraine smiled. Beth had been impressed by Lorraine’s self-confidence and assertive attitude toward her life. If only I could be that way, too, Beth thought to herself.

"So what conclusions did you draw?" inquired Beth. "You certainly seem to have it all together – far more than me." Beth was dying to know the secret of Lorraine’s success – could the same thing work for her, too? And how did she use what she’d learned to improve her marriage? Beth was full of questions, desperate to find an end to her misery. Maybe things COULD get better…….but how:?

"In my studies of relationships and theraputic techniques for improving them, I noticed in many cases hypnosis – Neuro-Linguistic Programming – was utilized to help eradicate old belief systems and eventually improve the relationships," she explained. "I began to wonder, if I was able to learn the techniques involved in hypnotizing my husband, Kevin, if our relationship had a chance, too. So one Friday night last March, after making sure that he was quite a bit tipsy, a little bit high from the joint I’d shared with him, and in general was feeling no pain, I began to slowly speak to him, trying to induce him into a hypnotic state. I spoke firmly yet in a pleasing tone, slowly repeating to him that he was becoming very relaxed drowsy. After repeating this several times, reassuring him how wonderful and relaxed he was getting, he slipped into a deep hypnotic trance! At first, I wasn’t sure if he was truly in one or not, but after a few simple tests – which he passed – I became sure of it! But, now what do I do, I thought to myself."

"I had already decided that I would slowly begin to program his subconscious to become totally under my control, slowly changing and eradicating any negative thoughts with reference to me. I read as many books on hypnosis as I could get my hands on, trying to come up with the best script I could for inducing his trance state. I also utilized subliminal audiocassettes in an attempt to make him suggestible to hypnosis, and allowing himself to be under my control. I have thoroughly reprogrammed his personality to think and do only what I want him to, and we are both very happy." Lorraine smiled, her eyes gleamed with an almost wicked glee.

Beth was stunned at Lorraine’s revelation. How could she do that to the man she loved – her husband? Beth shivered at the thought of it, somewhat repulsed by what she had just heard. But then she remembered how unhappy her life had been for both of them – especially after she decided that she wanted to get a computer. She originally had the best of intentions for buying it – it would help with keeping better track of finances, her youngest son could use it too, for homework. After all, he was in Special Education, and the teachers all said it would help. Yeah, right.

One week after her oldest son, who thought he knew everything about setting up a new computer, took the imposing-looking pieces of equipment out of their boxes and turned it on, Beth bravely sat down in front of the big 17" screen, her heart racing, fingers nervously learning the fine art of "navigation", trembling in anticipation of what she’d find out there on – what was it – the World Wide Web? She never even expected that what she did find though, would totally change her life forever, in ways she never, ever would have dreamed of!

About the second evening that she sat down in front of that screen, she decided to sign up with the ISP her kids had wanted – no problem there. Then, late one night Beth decided to go exploring. Thinking to herself with a grin, let’s check out the adult stuff that they say is so rampant on the internet. She quickly found out the rumors were true, and the stuff there reminded her of a sleazy Adult bookstore – yuk! Time slipped by so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed just how long she was surfing the web. She had been online , absorbing the images onscreen like a sponge – but almost two days had passed! It was all so much fun! Beth began to feel like she did as a child when she used to go exploring outdoors, in awe of all the information that was at her fingertips.

As she continued to explore, moving back and forth from site to site, she thought about a part of her life that she had essentially decided to give up on, because of the problems it seemed to create in her life. She had tried to explain it to David, but the words were painfully hard to say, even though the mere thought of it made her start to get wet. Latex! Bondage! Her heart pounded, the sound of it echoing in her ears. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a site for people who love latex, the thought excitedly charging through her mind!

After a few more hours of searching, mostly by trying to remember the names of Latex wear manufacturers she had seen in Adult magazines, she hit the jackpot! Beth stumbled onto an actual site for people who love rubber, and from that night on, she was hooked – and feeling just a bit less "wacko". For years she had always been terrified of being "found out" – and the probable ridicule, whether mild or severe, that would result. Oh, and let’s not forget the absolute humiliation – being thought of as some kind of "sick pervert" – that’s a real boost to the old self-esteem! For the first time, Beth felt liberated. But she always felt that she had to hide it – even to David. His opinion of her preference was that it was stupid, and kind of immature to want to be bound, gagged, blindfolded, wrapped in latex……God, I wish he wanted to share in my love, my deepest desire, she thought, heaving a deep sigh.

Beth had been hurt by him too many times. She had an image of David as some kind of male version of "The Stepford Wives", and the thought frightened her a little. She certainly hoped he would not end up as some kind of zombie – that is not the way she wanted David to be! But the thought of having a peaceful home once again was inviting. I wonder if I could change his programming about things of a very personal sexual nature? The thought of having David want to be her slave, begging to wear a black catsuit, or anything else in rubber sent Beth’s mind reeling with antcipation and erotic excitement. Oh, to have him want it as much as me – could it work?

Beth’s arousal at the thought of making him her latex slave was all she needed to make the decision to take control. That bastard – he needs to be taught that he is not going to neglect me! Her thoughts frightened her – she was so angry with him – she’d never felt that way towards before. A picture of him clad in latex, a gagged hood on his face, the pump making his cheeks almost pop out from the inflated gag flashed vividly in Beth’s mind, and an evil smile emerged on her face. Yes, the little prick does need to be taught the proper way to treat his wife – and Mistress!

"Would you help me in training David to be my slave, Lorraine? You would truly be helping to save a life – maybe two! I know that it could save my marriage! Will you help me?" Beth asked, a desperate, pleading tone in her voice. Beth had never wanted to learn anything so much in her life before. But then, she had never been this desperate before. "I’d love to, Beth," she answered confidently. She was certain that Beth’s marriage could be helped, too. "David needs to be trained in the proper ways of treating a wife – and mistress," Lorraine was very angry at David’s behavior – how dare that little boy treat Beth like that! To her mind, David was a little boy, or at least he was behaving like one, as most men do, she surmised. She was going to show Beth just how true that was, and how to make certain that he would be punished, as all naughty little boys should be!

Later that evening, around Midnight, David staggered in, his breath having the distinct odor of sour beer. "Hi honey," a wide stupid smile on his face. "Whad’re you doin’ up, baby?" David asked, slurring his words badly. He stumbled over to the small study, where Beth was sitting and reading, enjoying the warm glow of the fire burning in the fireplace. As he stumbled closer towards her, she guided him over to the sofa, where she had been curled up in a blanket, and pulled him down on the plush cushions. Beth now looked a David directly, her eyes meeting his in a steely glare. "Well honey, I’ve decided that I’ve had enough of you and your Poker Nights with the boys." She spoke in a low but stern voice. "Things are going to begin to change around here, Sweetie," she was disgusted with his behavior, his disregard for her, and his lack of compassion. "Why don’t you have another beer, hon? There’s one out in the refrigerator – here, I’ll go get it." As Beth walked towards the kitchen, where a hypnotic drug-laced glass of ice cold beer adorned the countertop, a pang of guilt shot through her body for a moment, but faded away as fast as it had come. She was not going to shrink in quiet passivity, not this time! A sense of almost wicked determination filled her being. This time, he will pay for treating me like shit, she resolved! HE WILL PAY!!

David drank down the glass, swallowing it in huge gulps. "Thanks, baby, " he slurred. "You’re alwahs sooooo good ta me." He leaned towards her, in a drunken attempt to give her a kiss. As he moved closer, he became suddenly very dizzy, very light-headed. Moving over, he leaned back, closing his eyes. "What’s the matter, David? Have a bit too much fun tonight? "I don’t feel so hot," he uttered slowly. Say, why don’t you just lay down here on the couch, and I’ll take your shoes off for you. You’re looking awfully tired, David. Here, just lie back and relax, just relax. That’s right, honey. Just let the bad feelings go, let yourself feel more and more relaxed…." Beth’s voice was very low, very soothing tonight, David thought. It seemed so nurturing almost…..

"That’s good, honey, just listen to the sound of my voice. Does my voice make you feel more relaxed?" She continued her monotone-type voice. "Yes, it does…..so relaxing………., "his voice started to trail off.

It was working – or maybe just wishful thinking? "You feel so relaxed, so very relaxed. Your eyelids are beginning to feel very heavy now. You fight to keep them open, but they’re just so very heavy, so heavy…..you just cannot keep them open…..so relaxed…..let yourself go, listen to the sound of my voice….let go….sleep…" David’s head slowly begins to droop. Beth wonders if he is really in a trance, or just faking. "Why don’t you try to look up, as if you had eyes in the top of your head." His eyes flutter, and you can see them begin to roll up just a bit. Beth tells him to stop, and to imagine that he is at a beach, waves lapping at his feet. It is an unusually wonderful day, perhaps the best he’s ever experienced. The sun is shining, with a few puffy clouds scattered about the sky. A truly perfect day. "Don’t you think it’s a perfect day, David?" "Ohh yess……a…purrfec…..dayyy……" David mumbles slowly. "You feel just wonderful there, so good, don’t you David," Beth says, continuing in the same tone. You want to feel this wonderful all the time, don’t you?" David nods, his head still hanging down to his chest. "Listen to the sound of my voice, David. Everything else is fading away but the sound of my voice. You are feeling so free, aren’t you David… so free……" Beth was certain he was in a trance now.

Beth began again. "David, you are now in a deep hypnotic sleep. You will do whatever I tell you to from this moment on. You will not be able to resist. You will obey me from this moment on. Now open your eyes." David opened his eyes. He had a glassy, vacant look on his face. Beth knew he was ready to begin his training!

Now David, I am going to show you a picture, and I want you to look at it and nothing else till I tell you to stop. Do you understand?" David nodded, his eyes still blank. Beth giuded him over to her computer screen. She clicked a few keys on the keyboard, and an image of a pulsating disc appears on the screen. "Now David, I want you to look at the disc on the screen. Look at the disc, David, concentrate on the swirling spiral, ……good." David’s gaze is now totally absorbed in the image before him. "That’s right, David, you can feel it pull you in. You’re going deeper……deeper…. deeper….." David was completely hers now. "David, I want you to undress and go into the bedroom. When you are finished, you will stand and wait for further instructions. Now go." David immediately stood up from the chair where he was sitting, and started for the bedroom. This was going to be good, Beth decided.

After David is instructed to go to bed, Beth and Lorraine wrap David in tight layers of cling plastic wrap, which they finish off with a shiny, silvery layer of duct tape. David is completely immobilized now, and the two women stand back to admire their handiwork. "He mummifies very well, don’t you agree Beth?" asks Lorraine, with a snarling grin that turns into a sneer. "Oh yes, I think that it’s about the most perfect mummification job that I’ve ever attempted. I would like to leave our mummy encased for a while, so that everyone can admire our precision wrap of this slave. What do you think, Lorraine?" Beth is beginning to enjoy the sight of her husband/mummy, and can feel the wetness in her crotch. "Absolutely! No reason why everyone can’t share in our mummy/slave." Lorraine answers, her voice filled with excitement.

As the two females chat, David begins to awaken. He feels groggy from the drug that was administered. He suddenly is aware of his immobilizing predicament – he tries to yell, but he can’t . What have these women done to me? A wave of fear begins to invade his psyche, and he realizes that the entire area around his mouth is paralyzed – he can’t move anything at all around his mouth! What’s the matter, little boy? Can’t talk? Gee, that’s too bad. I’ll bet that he’d like to lick our pussies! Wouldn’t you like to lick us, little boy? ANSWER ME, LITTLE BOY!!!!! A faint whimper is all that David can manage to utter.

David, trapped in this cocoon of plastic, starts to become very angry. Why would Beth do this to me? He tried to remember if he’d done or said anything that would cause her to want to feel this way. As the thought entered his brain, he felt an electrical jolt so powerful that he almost lost consciousness. The conditioning was beginning. David noticed that whenever his thoughts turned to something about sex, or bondage, or being mummified, wave upon wave of pleasure would pass through his body, so intense that he wished for it again and again. In the beginning, David tried to resist – he knew that he was losing control of his mind. Gotta fight it, he thought to himself, determined to win. But every time he did, the intense jolt of pain was almost more than he could bear! After a while, it became increasingly difficult to fight Maybe if I give in, it might not be so bad. The resistance was beginning to fade and was being replaced with a desire to serve. He began to try to induce the pleasurable sensations. He wanted to feel that so much – do it again ……..again……again…..The desire to fight happened less and less frequently. I am your slave, Mistress, he thinks. I am now under your control. He knew if he was a good boy, he could feel the pleasurable waves. They felt so good, I want to feel it forever! – his mind was slowly and effectively being repogrammed. I want only to serve you…….the training had begun to work.

Beth stands next to her mummified husband. She reaches down behind his neck. David begins to feel the whirr of a vibrator, a large one, that has been inserted into his anal canal. As the vibrations become more intense, David utters a low moan. What is happening to me, he wonders? He soon realizes that he has become very aroused, the tightness, that sense of being totally immobilized and helpless has made his cock harder than he has ever been before. Oh, if I could cum, if I could cum…….he blacks out, not having been fulfilled. I hope I cum soon, he thinks. I know they wouldn’t try to prevent me from it, would they…then blackness…

Lorraine stands over David, and administers another dose of the hypnotic enhancing drug. She was glad that she had met a chemist recently, who supplied her discreetly with this drug, which releases all inhibitions, and intensifies the hypnotic trance, making the subject even more open to suggestion. It’s a long-acting drug, too, with its effects lingering 18 – 24 hrs. It made the training process just that much easier. "Did you administer another dose?" Beth inquired. "Yes, Lorraine replied. "I want to make sure that his training is continuous. It will just make things move along more rapidly. Once the chips are placed in his brain you won’t have the need for this any longer." "That will be nice – I hate the thought of administering hypos twice a day," Beth told her friend.

David opens his eyes slowly, and realizes he is in total blackness. A discipline helmet has been placed on David’s head, effectively depriving him totally of any sensory stimuli. There is one exception to that statement though – very snug fitting ear cups have been placed on David’s ears, which are inserted with inside-the-canal headphones and totally blocking any other sounds. A silent subliminal audio tape begins to play in David’s headphones, which begins to implant messages into David’s brain, although David has no knowledge of its existence. The large vibrating dildo in his ass begins to increase in intensity, making him breathe loudly through the tubes that have been inserted into his nose. In David’s mind, he begins to hear his own voice quietly say, "Beth is very important to me. She is my wife and my mistress, and I must always please my mistress. Mistress says that I am a naughty little boy, that I must be clean on the inside and outside. I will ask her to clean me out with the enema bag every day, because I am a naughty, dirty little boy. If I forget to ask her to clean me on the inside, she will make me sorry for being so naughty. I will be her little latex slave boy forever, because I must be disciplined. My wife is my mistress. I will always show proper respect to her by only calling her Mistress." The script is repeated over and over, slowly breaking David’s will, and reprogramming his personality to be her little boy/slave. By the end of the session, which lasts about 12 hours, David’s reprogramming is complete. Never again will he disobey her wishes, or fail to attempt to please her. He is now her little boy, helpless without her domination and control.

The last part of David’s slave training was a gradual but constant bombardment of messages which were subliminally given, and repeated over and over. After his 12 hour latex training, he would wear latex as part of his humiliation – he had been programmed in the belief that he needed to wear latex or something dire would happen to him – he would begin to go insane! If he did not have on latex, he would become catatonic and regress to the age of a small child – about age 4. The latex stopped the symptoms of the insane behavior immediately. What allowed the conditioning to become so complete was the augmentation of the Hypnotic suggestions with hypnotic-inducing drugs. By the end of this segment of David’s training, David’s original personality no longer existed. His mind was now able to be totally controlled, and he was a helpless latex slave – begging to be encased in it daily.

Beth would begin his encasement in the morning, after he did his mandatory exercise, and always immediately after his enema. When the enema was finished, he was instructed to insert a large anal vibrating and inflatable probe into his asshole, pump it up as much as he could, and then turn on the vibrator. David had to wear it, inflated and vibrating intensely, for at least 6 hours. He then was instructed to shut off the vibrator, and latex chastity pants were slipped on over his catsuit/skin, causing the probe to invade his ass even more deeply than before. He then had to beg to have the vibrator restarted – if he did not beg properly, the vibrator was turned to high, and a heavyweight latex hood was placed over his head. This had an inflatable gag, and was pumped up to the maximum – totally blowing out his cheeks. He then was told that if he came, all latex would be removed – thus starting the digression into insanity. He was frightened that one day he would make the Mistress so angry that she would remove it in anger and never replace it, so complete was his training. Beth loved teasing and taunting him, she loved to make him cower in total fear, her husband/slave/boytoy. More women need to have this much fun – watching their worthless males as their complete slave. An idea crossed her dominating mind – maybe she should market a slave training home study course. A world of male little boy/husband/slaves…….hmmm…..the possiblities………..

David's Latex Submission - Chapter 2

Six weeks seemed to just fly by! David had given up his will, his thoughts focused only on pleasing his Mistress/Wife. He had received additional training over the course of this past six weeks, and he was now ready to have microchips placed in the fear, pleasure, pain and libido controlling areas of his brain, thus completing the process of his slave training permanently. Beth, sitting at the kitchen table, was sipping coffee slowly that morning, thinking about the procedure that was going to occur later today. This will be permanent - no going back, she told herself. But the alternative - injections 2 or 3 times daily - would make him look like a junkie. Her thoughts of the way he treated her before made her angry. Nope, she decided this would all be for the best in the long run, Beth decided.

It was so wonderful - and he did not even realize it was happening, thanks to the combination of the drugs, hypnosis and the subliminal tapes! He had become so docile, so passive, wanting only to please his mistress - and he submitted so quickly, just as Beth knew he would. He fought it, but she knew that he was a passive individual. He preferred sitting off in a corner, hoping that he would become a part of the woodwork, that no one would see him. Being aware of that fact, we used it to work in our favor in his training. His mind had been prepared for the physiological and psychological adaptations that would occur after the chips had been implanted, but on a subconscious level. He had no awareness that the procedure would even occur, thanks to the bombardment of post-hypnotic suggestions he had received. What shreds of his original personality that were remaining would disappear forever into oblivion. Beth hoped that she had made the right decision.

After using his anchor word to place him in deep trance. Beth instructed him to follow her, and she started for the door - he followed obediently behind her. She walked out her front door, where a black limousine was parked, waiting to pick David up. He followed her obediently again. Beth stopped just short of the car door, and instructed him to get into the car. He mindlessly complied, his mind now being void of any independent thought processes other than those which he is instructed are allowed. The black catsuit that covered his entire body gave David a very shiny, sleek look. The discipline helmet he wore, which deprived him of any sensory stimulus, just enhanced the overall effect, and Beth started to become moist. He is such a beautiful latex slave, she thought, but she reminded herself that there would be plenty of time for that later. She felt like she was sending a lamb to be slaughtered, and feelings of guilt began to overwhelm her thoughts. No, it's for the best, she thought, trying to convince herself. It's for the best. As she watched the limousine drive away, she wondered what type of being would return when she next saw the limo again.

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The limousine which carried its silent passenger passed through the gates and quickly made its way to the entrance of the clinic. A woman stood in front of the entrance with a wheelchair, and when the chauffeur opened the door, she guided the silent black figure before her out of the door and into the wheelchair. The woman looked over at the driver. "We will contact you when we are completed," she stated flatly. The driver nodded, got back into the long black car, and sped away. The woman turned around with the wheelchair and began pushing the limp black figure in the chair towards the entrance. As she neared the doors, they automatically swung open, allowing them to enter. "Where should he go first?" asked the woman of the receptionist at the admisssions desk. "Hmmm….let me check," she replied, and glanced down at the page before her. "Take him to the treatment room immediately. They are all ready for him there." "Thanks," the woman pushing the wheelchair replied, and started to push the form in the chair once again.

David was helped out of the chair, and led over to the waiting surgical table, totally oblivious to what was about to happen. The hood had served its purpose well, the doctor thought to herself. He almost doesn't need anesthesia, she decided. But we better administer it anyways - I wouldn't want any unforseen problems occurring. She attached the nasal tubing from David's hood to the gas, and turned the valve on. David's hood was then removed, and his entire head was shaved, hair, brows and all. A creamy white substance was massaged all over his bare cue ball of a head, which would prevent any new hair from regrowing there, either on his face or his head, ever again. "Shall we begin?" the doctor announced…….

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David's eyes slowly opened. He blinked, trying to make himself aware of his surroundings. He was in his new recliner - gee, must have dozed off, he thought to himself. He seemed to have a bit of a headache, and his abdominal area also kind of hurt - much like a dull toothache. That seemed strange to him - never noticed this before, he guessed. He flipped on the TV with the remote that had gotten wedged in the seat. As he began to channel surf, he realized that he'd lost a week somewhere. The thought started him to almost panic. What's happening to me? I've lost track of time again, he thinks. And this time a whole week! The blackouts were beginning to come more often now, he recalled. Suddenly a wave of terror crossed David's mind. The wave was so intense that you could see its effects immediately - his whole body seemed to tremble. I feel like I'm beginning to lose my mind! What is happening to me????? Another wave of sheer terror washed over his consciousness. I must be losing my mind!!!!!

Beth entered the room and looked over at David. She could see the wild look of fear on his face. "Are you all right, hon?" she asked soothingly. Wow, those chips the doctor installed are pretty powerful, Beth mused. "Here now, what's the problem?" she asked innocently. "I am becoming very frightened at what has been happening to me, " he stammered, a definite frightened tone in his voice. "I keep on having these blackouts, where I lose large spans of time. And it's happening more often now, for longer periods of time. What's happening to me?" he pleaded. Maybe she knew why this was happening, why he was losing days at a time. "I haven't noticed any personality changes or anything like that. Sorry, honey." Upon hearing that, David's fear intensified, the panic now clearly visible on his face. "Beth, you've gotta help me!" he begged. Beth had never seen him like this before, and she knew that his mind and body would now be hers to control

"Come on now, David," she said firmly. "It will be all right. You just need to relax. Just lie back and relax, honey. I'm sure that you're just fine, but I will try to do what I can to help you. Would you like that, David?" her voice cooed soothingly. "Oh yes, please help me! I think I'm losing my mind, Beth!" his voice filled with hope. Maybe she can help, he thought, relaxing a little more. Yes, Beth will help me." "I will try to help you David, so now just relax." Her voice seemed so soothing,he thought. As he nestled in her arms, an aroma that he was not familiar with began to fill his nostrils. What a wonderful aroma! His thoughts were much calmer now, and it was as if the unusual smell caused him to relax.

A few minutes later, Beth arose, telling David to just continue to relax. "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable, sweetie. I'll be right back," her voice seemed so calming. Why don't you put on a cd or something? I know - put a Ramsey Lewis CD on. David's eyes glazed over into a deep trance. As soon as he heard the anchor, David immediately fell into the very deep, relaxed trance. Beth meanwhile slipped off her outer "street clothing", revealing a black catsuit underneath. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired the sleek look the suit gave to her body. Her dream was finallly going to come true!

The sensations of the skintight suit on her entire body were almost overwhelming! Oh, the feel, the smell of it all! Her thoughts were racing, and she could feel the moistness in her crotch. She would make him love latex as much as she did, begging his mistress to be wrapped in more! An evil smile flashed across her face as she picked up the box lying on the bed, and carried it out to where David sat, eyes staring blankly ahead. "Can you hear me, David? If you can, I want you to raise your left index finger," Beth instructed. Slowly, the left finger lifted up, at first just a bit, then all the way. "Very good, David. Mistress is pleased with her little boy." A slight smile arose on David's lips. "You ARE just a little boy, aren't you David? Answer your mistress," Beth snarled. "Yes Mistress," David answered meekly. "Admit to me that you are my little boy slave!" she demanded. David bowed his head. "Yes Mistress, I am your little boy slave," came the docile reply. "Soon slave, you will have to beg to serve me. "Kneel!" Beth ordered. David knelt down quickly, in fear of what his mistress might do if he didn't comply fast enough.

A wave of terror shot through David's body like a knife. Beth could tell that look in his eyes now quite easily. "Feeling frightened, David?" Beth sneered. David, his head still lowered, nodded. "Now David, you know that if you are not a naughty little boy that I will take care of you, don't you?" "Yes Mistress," came the meek reply. "Then you must do whatever I tell you, or risk being punished," Beth ordered. "Now crawl over here on your knees." David complied eagerly. This is almost going to be too easy, Beth decided.

As she opened the box on the sofa, she announced, "Now David, I will be giving your slave attire to you in a moment. You must wear this attire at all times, or your punishment will be severe and quite permanent. Do you understand?" David again slowly nodded his head. Beth reached into the box, grabbing a latex catsuit from inside it. There was that wonderful smell again, David thought. He began to notice how erect his penis had become. That smell is so good! Beth handed him the suit, ordered him to strip, and liberally apply the powder in the jar on the table. David immediately responded, fearing his punishment for procrastinating. "Now slave let's slip this on. As Beth slid his legs into the legs of the suit, the sensations of it slinking up and over his skin make his body quiver with excitement, and as she began to zip it up, he started breathing heavily. "You like your new skin? It does cling to you so nicely. The latex feels good on your body, and you don't want it off, do you little boy?" Beth asked mockingly. The latex suit was a perfect fit. Never before had David been so turned on. Now waves of pleasure started flooding his body. The latex! The latex! He had to ask Mistress to wear more! The waves intensified, making his cock harder than he had ever felt it before.

"Please Mistress," he begged. "I want to wear more! More latex!" The compulsion was overwhelming, and growing by the second! "Oh you do, do you? Who do you think you're talking to?''demanded Beth angrily. With that Beth grabbed the hood that she had purchased custom made out of the box and yanked it over his head. This one had an inflatable ball gag with breathing tube. Beth shoved the gag in his mouth and pulled down the rear zipper. Beth had measured well - the hood fit like a glove over his newly bare head & neck. The hood had no openings, except for the two tubes inserted in each of David's nostrils. He was breathing loudly, due to the nasal tubes. "This will teach you not to speak to me again," Beth said with a leer, and vigorously pumped up the gag, pumping it so large his cheeks looked as though they would explode. "You won't forget again who's in charge, will you, you naughty latex little slave boy?" she mocked. He shook his head, disoriented from the lack of sensory perception. "Answer me!" Beth demanded. David tried to speak, but his mouth was so full all he could do is moan. "MMppphhhh," came the sound, muffled by the gag. Mixed emotions of terror and desire raced through his mind, and the combination of the two emotions and the latex were intoxicating. He suddenly noticed that his hands were in mittens and restrained behind him, not even aware of the moment they were placed there. His ankles were placed in leather restraints and his legs were drawn up behind him and attached to the mittens, causing him to lie face down. Beth then awakened David from the sleepy, hypnotic trance. He didn't even protest about the restraints which bound him. "I was going to allow you the privilege of licking my pussy, but after that outburst, you can just lie here for a while," retorted Beth in a stern tone. With that, she turned around and left the room.

Left to himself now, thoughts swirled around in his brain. No longer under the hypnotic spell, he quickly realized his predicament, causing yet another panic attack. This one seemed more intense than the last one, he remembered, the feelings of panic and the distorted thoughts accompanying it more intense now. He tried to weakly escape his bonds, to no avail. He seemed to feel quite weak and somewhat drained. But for some reason, he didn't mind the bound and gagged state he was in. His mind seemed in a fog. Then, the distinct fragrance of the latex permeated his brain. I love that smell, he thought, and this suit. From deep within his mind, he could hear his own voice say, "I love latex. I want to look at it or wear it all the time. My Mistress allows me to wear latex all the time. I will do anything my Mistress tells me to - I am a weak little boy slave. She will protect me, so I must serve her in gratitude." The words that he was hearing - in his own voice - frightened him. I must be going insane! He panicked, struggling against his bonds. Why am I doing these things, and why can't I fight back? A sense of total panic engulfed his mind, paralyzing him with fear. Then the voice from within started to repeat the words he heard before. Yes, the latex, the latex........then blackness.

When David regained consciousness he no longer found himself bound and gagged, but still in the discipline helmet and catsuit. Where was he? Totally disoriented, he tried to yell, but only managed a muffled moan. Where is my Mistress, he thought, not even realizing the implications that thought had. He was now a slave, wanting to serve his mistress without question. "He's awake, Mistress," came a voice from out of the blackness, one that he was not familiar with. He seemed to be lying face up on a bed with latex sheets covering it. "The chemical transformation process seems almost complete and ready for final processing, " the voice said calmly. "You should be pleased when the process is finished." "I certainly hope so," another voice replied. It was Beth, his mistress. He felt a sense of relief, and sighed. Mistress will protect me, he reassured himself. I am her little latex slave boy-toy.

Surprisingly, even though the restraints binding his hands and feet were now gone, David could not move. "Soon, latex slave, I will give you permission to lick my pussy. You would like that David, wouldn't you. You want to lick it all over!" He attempted once again to talk, but stopped. It's no use, he decided. "Maybe if you do a good job making me cum, I will allow you the privilege of feeling my tongue on your puny little cock. That makes you real hot, doesn't it? My tongue licking your balls, sucking your worthless slave cock. That is, if I choose to remove your chastity belt! David sensed a pull at his scrotum, then vibrations in his whole genital area. God, he wanted to cum, but realized he would be unable to unless Mistress allowed it, or face punishment! The realization that she had strapped a male chastity belt tightly around his waist and between his now catsuited thighs now sunk in, holding him even more tightly.

Beth removed the hood and gag, saliva dripping from the gag, as she slowly withdrew the now deflated ball from David's mouth "I want you ask your mistress if she will allow him to lick her pussy, slave. I know how much you want to dart your tongue all around my clit, you slut. Now ask me....nicely!" his mistress' voice spoke sharply. "Look at me!" Beth pulled up David's chin with a riding crop, one that Beth had been saving for a special occasion. David looked up, and Beth glared directly into David's lust filled eyes. "You do want to lick my pussy, don't you David? You do, David, .....if you want that little belt off. Now beg! Beg for what you want so bad! By this time, Beth could feel her sex throbbing, but revealed nothing to David. "Yesss Mistress, please let me lick you. Let me lick your pussy. Please?" David mewled, his voice a bit hoarse from wearing the gag. Beth remained silent, waiting for more. "PLEASE MISTRESS! OH PLEASE LET ME LICK YOU!!!! I am your slave, Mistress! Oh please, I need to lick you! PLEASE?" David pleaded. "That's much better, you naughty little boy. You are my slave, and I am your wife/mistress - forever!!!" Beth tried hard to not show her steadily increasing arousal. Cool it a bit, she thought. Don't blow it! Not now!! Beth arose from her seat quickly, and walked towards the cushy sofa in the Study. After she had laid down, the overstuffed cushions seemed so soft, even against the suit she was wearing. Beth called to David, "Come here David. Lick your Mistress. Kneel and lick your Latex Mistress! Lick me," her voice husky with desire. Beth shoved David's face onto her throbbing labia. He immediately began lapping away at her already wet clit, his tongue seeming to dance all over her sex. He had almost become animal-like - growling, licking harder and faster now. "That's rightt, lick me, suck me! His tongue darting madly now, as Beth began slowly rocking her hips, shoving David's face even tighter against her sex. Looking down at David, hungrily licking at her pussy, darting his tongue in lust and obedience, Beth climaxed, her body shuddering with lust. Oh, this little boy certainly knows how to please, she thought. David's transformation was becoming just what she had always hoped for, contentment in her marriage, and a someone who would always need her and care for her. David fell back onto the floor, his mittened hands still bound behind him. I will serve Mistress forever.....she loves me and will protect me. The old David was no longer - his personality reprogrammed for service to his Mistress/Wife, Beth.She replaced the hood, shoving the ball gag back in firmly. Hmmm....should I inflate it again? Maybe just a little.....can always pump it up some more.......hehehe......! Beth squeezed the bulb a few times and stopped, smiling, admiring the sight before her: David's entire body clad in shiny black latex, looking so sleek, the latex gleaming even in the dimly lit room.

To be continued..........