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It is dark outside.
As I sit in the cold toolshed, I continually glance down at
my black
rubber encased legs, my red mini skirt a sharp contrast to the dark
shiny buffed look. I
cannot help but run my latex gloved hands over the smooth material.
I am moaning softy
and licking my lips as I encounter the shackle on my left ankle
and am reminded why I
am here.
Ordered by Mistress to type out my story of "transformation",
I am not to be allowed out
until finished.
It has been three years since I was "transformed" as Mistress
calls it. We were at a
Halloween party in a nearby city five hours away. Always an admirer
of women in tight
slutty clothing, my mate suggested I go as a hooker and she as my
pimp.
Unfamiliar with the realities of making myself into a woman, Shawna
led me by the hand
thru the process. First she had me bathe, shave my entire body,
shower then powder
extensively. I then painted my all my nails a brilliant red. She
then applied the same color
lipstick and what seemed to be a ton of mascara to my eyes along
with blush to my
cheeks. I powdered a second time. The need for powdering became
evident as Shawna
laid out my costume. It was exquisite and I felt myself becoming
excited at the prospect
of wearing it. Shawna explained the concept of latex and how it
fit like a second skin and
proceeded to powder the inside of the material. My costume consisted
of a pair of red
latex pants, a red latex tank top, a black rear lace up latex corset
and 4 inch stiletto heels.
Shawna explained that the corset was to go on over top to accentuate
my waist and break
up the color scheme. She had chosen red as it was the color of sluts
and sex. What
amazed me was that everything fit like a glove. The final touch
was Shawna locking the
heels onto my feet and pocketing the key.
Topped off with a long blond wig I marveled at my reflection in
the mirror. The latex was
buffed to a bright sheen and as I stood you could make out my leg
muscles as I struggled
to stay erect in the heels. The tight pants held my erect hard on
such that I felt continually
stimulated as I walked in those delicious high heels. In fact I
came while strutting across
the lobby on the way to the party. Shawna somehow knew that I had
come and reached
up to finger fuck my mouth and tell me how good I looked and that
this was only the
beginning.
The party or what I remember of it was a gas. Everyone was in costume.
Shawna
possessively led me around the dance floor introducing me as her
latex slut and inviting
everyone and anyone to rub their hands over my slick shiny costume.
I loved every
moment of it.
I awoke still attired in latex clothing the next morning to an empty
hotel room. Shawna
was gone. Her bags were gone. My regular clothes remained in a pile
on the dresser.
There was no wallet or credit cards. Entering the bathroom, taped
to the mirror was an
envelope and a bus ticket home.
Inside the envelope were several Polaroids of me dressed in slut
latex appearing to be
giving head to two leather clad men. Others showed me face down
on the bed being butt
fucked by the same men. The letter in Shawna's handwriting explained
how she had paid
for the room and had gone home. She said I had two choices. I could
take the bus home
dressed as I was or I could change into my normal clothes. If I
chose the latter, copies of
all the photos in the envelope would be sent to my boss, all my
friends and be posted at
my gym. A deep fear entered my psyche but I felt at the time I had
little choice. It was
then that I became her latex slut. Humiliated and fearful of being
recognized I waited till
dark to walk the 15 minutes to the bus station, get on board and
hunker down in the back
looking up only when asked for my ticket. Yet I had a raging hard
on.
Shawna resplendent in a skin tight black mini skirt and semi transparent
top met me at the
bus station sporting a broad grin on her face. Reaching up she kissed
me full on the lips
and while grinding her hips up and down my leg attached a collar
around my neck.
Snapping a leash onto my collar she led me to our car. Once we were
seated inside, she
hiked up her skirt, spread her legs exposing a freshly shaved cunt,
straddled my left leg
and while finger fucking my mouth came smearing her juices all along
my rubber thigh.
She ordered me not to come.
Driving home she explained the rules and my new life. I was to become
her servant/slave.
All my belongings, bank accounts, car, house deed and financial
investments were to be
signed over to her. I was expected to keep her house clean, do her
shopping and laundry
and cook her meals. She was to be addressed only and always as Mistress
Shawna or
simply Mistress. I would be hers to do as she pleased with, fucked
when she wanted,
punished as she saw fit. I was to be attired in latex and heels
at all times and always made
up as her slut. I could only come when allowed. As Shawna vividly
described her
expectations she massaged my raging cock thru my latex pants. In
coming she knew I
agreed to her terms. To cinch the deal I was to kiss the toe of
her high heel boots. I
hungrily bent to kiss her foot. Upon doing so my Mistress whipped
the heel around and
heel fucked my mouth gagging me as she forced her heel down my throat.
I came a
second time.
Upon being led into the house, my heels clicking on the floors I
discovered all my clothes
to have been given away. In their place was a colourful latex wardrobe
consisting of
corsets, dildo pants, stockings, dresses, mini skirts, garter belts,
tights and a couple of
maid's uniforms. The only footwear were high heeled red and black
leather pumps, knee
boots and front lace up thigh high boots. All had six inch heels
and sharp pointed toes.
Mistress Shawna explained that the heels I now wore were for initial
training only and
that I would soon progress to the higher heels. I was to polish
both mine hers daily with
my tongue. That night I slept with my mistress, dressed as I was
in my latex, my hands
cuffed behind my back, my mistress's arm and leg wrapped over top
of me and her strap
on dildo between by ass cheeks.
Two days later, dressed as a latex slut I entered my place of employment,
sat down in
front of my boss and co-workers and signed my resignation papers.
The girls in the
typing pool lined up with gusto to watch me strut, yelling out cat
calls as I left
humiliated. A few slapped my ass as I walked by and one even reached
up under my skirt
to squeeze my balls asking how long I would get to keep them.
My training had started in earnest. Work or duties judged inadequate
were rewarded with
a sound whipping from Mistress Shawna's riding crop. One benefit
of a latex covered ass
I soon discovered, was that it did afford a minor degree of protection
from the stinging
crop. After a punishment session Mistress would fuck me standing
up in front of a mirror
wearing her strap on. She would pull my head back by the hair, fuck
my mouth with one
of my heels and call me her dirty whore/slut. When asked I was required
to affirm how
much I enjoyed being treated this way. She would not allow me to
come.
Daily I awaken 2.5 hours prior to my Mistress. I am required to
do a full work out to keep
myself fit and toned. No small feat attired in six inch heels but
Mistress claims it helps
with my balance. Since finding traces of come on my clothing my
washroom time is
supervised. To prevent indiscriminate touching as Mistress calls
it, she has devised a
harness of rubber for my cock. After showering she places my cock
in the tube, pumps
vigorously a few times till I swell then pulls the harness behind
forcing my cock down
between my legs. She then inserts a butt plug and attaches the strap
to a thin belt locked
about my waist. This method forces me to squat to urinate and Mistress
claims it makes
me more feminine as there are no unsightly bulges when I wear skirts.
After Mistress leaves for work I clean house, do laundry, iron,
garden and prepare the
evening meal. Upon her arrival home, clad in my rubber maid uniform
I greet her at the
door on my knees. After polishing her heels with my tongue I eat
her out until she comes.
While she baths I change into more feminine latex clothing for the
remainder of the
evening. As my wardrobe grows I am able to mix and match more easily
coming up with
some very erotic looks.
Further feminization has resulted in my having all my body hair
removed thru
electrolysis or chemical wash. I have had my ears pierced and go
for monthly hair
stylings. Mistress takes great pleasure in leading me by my leash
to her favorite hair
salon. Included lately have been modeling classes to improve my
walk, demeanor and
methods on how to apply make up.
As punishment for coming without approval I am only allowed to come
on Christmas and
my birthday. Unfortunately they are both on the same day. As a concession
I am allowed
to come as often as I can on the one day but am not allowed to bring
myself off. One of
Mistress's favorite scenes is to have me rub the head of my cock
on the tip of her shoe as
I eat her out. Upon my coming she raises her boot toe to my mouth
so I can clean it off.
Her other favorite is to masturbate me with her heel while being
tied up. Again after
coming on her heel I am required to clean it off with my tongue.
Last year she tit
masturbated me while dressed in latex. I have to admit to quickly
coming a second time
while being forced to lick my come off her corset.
Mistress is now standing behind me reading what I have written so
far. She must be
pleased as today she is wearing a yellow latex catsuit instead of
her normal leathers. As
she reads she is rubbing her black strapon back and forth alongside
my neck and is
sharply pinching my nipples.
Please forgive this abrupt ending but my lips crave to be wrapped
around her rubber
cock.
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Story Submitted By "Centreline
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