|
The New Position
James Florin was in his usual depressed state when he picked up the early morning paper that day. As
usual, he opened the paper straight to the employment section and scanned the lengthy list of job-wanted
adds. Till now, his inability to pick up a job of any kind stemmed from his lack of training and generally
poor education. This difficulty had proved his major downfall at all his other previous job interviews.
Never at that time of his life being interested is school work had left him with only what you would call
'basic work skills.' He scanned the first page only stopping once or twice to circle a few hopefuls with his
pen before he turned the page. The small advertisement on the center of that next page hit him like a
baseball bat across the face. If the printer of the paper had known his name, James was sure that he would
have had his name written all across it, it was perfect for him and he knew it.
"Wanted" – Driver and odd-jobs man. Successful applicant must have
current Driver's licence and a faultless driving history, these are
essential. Must be between 25 to 30 years of age, willing to work long
hours and be ready to start almost immediately."
Ripping out the section of paper that held the gem of an article, he went straight to the phone out in the hall
of the apartment block in which he was currently staying. His dialing finger trembled slightly as he hit the
respective numbers in their correct order. The phone was answered almost immediately. The voice on the
other end was, female and very well cultured. Answering a few quick questions, he was elated to hear that
he had obtained an interview for 11 o'clock today at an address in a fairly snotty suburb on the other side of
town.
Later that morning he spent a fair portion of the small amount of money he had left and got a stylish haircut
for himself. Returning to his apartment poorer than he was before, he dressed in his best clothes before
eagerly catching one of the regular council buses from the local bus stop and which was scheduled to pull
up closest to the address he had been given. As it was he arrived on the step about ten minutes early his
nerves were at fever-pitch. Taking several deep breaths to gather himself he walked inside. Two other
young men were inside already, seated in the addresses foyer and no doubt waiting for interviews as well.
James felt somewhat under prepared as he took his seat beside them. One particular fellow was dressed in
the latest fashion while both easily out-did him easily on the fashion stakes.
Patiently he waited for his summons for the interview. While he waited, the others were witnessed as each
went in and again seen as they left shortly thereafter. After what seemed like an eternity he was
summonsed to the office. Behind the formidable desk sat a pristine woman wearing a dark business suit.
Her hair was cut in a bob and she wore a silver framed pair of glasses. Pushing her glasses down to the tip
of her nose she peered over the top of them at him.
"Good morning, James Florin is it?" she inquired pleasantly.
"Yes," he replied curtly.
"Fine I am Doctor Louise Golding." "Now I have a series of routine questions to ask you so just relax and
this won't be too taxing on us both," she advised him calmly.
At the beginning a lot of her questions, centered strongly on his personal background. As he was, he was
not seeing anyone at the moment and to complicate things even more both his parents were already dead, so
there was not much he could tell his prospective employer about that side of things. Still what answers he
could give seemed to satisfy her needs. Not till later did she ask about his driving background, what he did
say earned a quick, "That's good," before she moved on to yet another seemingly unrelated subject. In all,
his own interview lasted well over three quarters of an hour and when he did leave there was no doubt in
his mind that the doctor was impressed.
His successful reply came early the very next day. Promptly as had been arranged, a small van pulled up
outside his apartment block and he fixed up his account with the land-lord and loaded his minimal
belongings inside the back of the van before getting in beside the driver.
"Have you worked long for Dr. Golding? James inquisitively asked the older man, eager to start off on the
right foot with the other staff of his new employer.
"Don't know who you are talking about, I'm only here to get you and your gear up to some rich woman's
estate."
"Estate," James mumbled to himself and which happened to be easily overheard by his companion.
"You bet it is an estate," he replied. "You landed on your feet there mate," indicating subtly some sort of
sexual implication.
"Oh no, you've got the wrong idea, "I have been hired as the doctor's new chauffeur that's all!"
"Shame," he stated turning his attention back to the road in front of the van.
There was little conversation for the rest of the two hour long trip out of town, at last till then turned the
corner on the country road and there stretched before them was the high unyielding walls of the estate.
Huge iron gates opened up on their arrival only to close again as they passed through.
"Wow," was all James could manage as he passed first one marvel in side the spacious ground and then
another.
Pulling up at the main entry, his driver alighted and started to unpack his gear from the back. James was
standing in awe till he was suddenly bought back to reality when the doctor graciously appeared through
the front doors with a greeting.
"Glad to see you found the place all right."
"Could not help but find this place," James stammered out loud only originally wanting to think the phrase
instead. His mistake caused him to blush.
"That's all right, it is a bit daunting the fist time you see it." "Come on in and I will give you a personal
tour and show you up to your suite."
As he was led around James was informed that Doctor GOLDING's grandfather had left her the estate and
that she had only just taken it and her full inheritance over. Staffing was currently at a minimum around
the estate, large areas of both the house and grounds were virtually ignored while other sections only
received minimal treatment by the temporary staff when they did their weekly rounds. His own view of the
estate still left him in awe, as it was immense. Their tour finally brought them back to the lived in section
of the mansion and as she led him on she informed him that more staff are to come and I will open up more
and more of the mansion when I have them.
When he eventually found himself in the employee's wing, his own set of massive rooms flabbergasted
him. They were glorious, especially considering the hovel of an apartment house he had just left.
"I hope these will do," she quizzed as she pushed the doors open for the first time.
"No way," James commented slowly allowing the enormity of the event to settle in his mind.
"That is fine, you settle in and then come and see me in my study in about an hour and I will get the
paperwork ready for you to sign." "By the way, you will find your uniform in the top draw of the dresser!"
Speechless, he allowed his employer to leave without offering a single word.
When she had departed, he turned his attention to getting his gear inside. It only took two trips to move
James's own meager belongings into the room, from where they were left near the font stairs. Once they
were retrieved, he then had the opportunity to look further into the spacious room. Shoving his own things
at the bottom of one of the cupboards and not bothering to even unpack his clothing, he could not wait to
look around. As it was, he slid open the draw that contained his uniforms and saw a line of neat stacks.
Each neatly folded item was of a modern design and made of a thick, navy blue tightly woven stretch
fabric. Even underwear was provided for him. Picking up one piece of the underwear, he noticed that it
consisted of a tight-fitting G-String; James had never worn such a thing before. The large draw contained
several changes as well as two pairs of tight fitting calf length black leather boots.
"Hey, she is paying the bills around here, if she wants me to wear this stuff, then who am I to say anything
about it's kinkyness."
Going through to his bathroom, he found a large round bathtub as well as anything else he would have ever
needed in the way of soaps and shampoos as well as some bottles that had neither label nor item type on
them. Going back to the draw and picking out a range of the things inside he went back into the bathroom.
Carefully he placed a change of uniform on the bench before he striped off. Deciding to bathe first, he
moved over to the bath only to find that it had already been drawn. He stepped in and found it to be lovely
and warm. Stepping in at first, he felt his skin tingle from the bath salts or whatever was in the water as it
hit his foot. There, he had a through cleaning followed by a good soak for about fifteen minutes. When he
got out, he was spotless. After drying himself thoroughly he slipped on the underpants and scooped his
penis and testies into the stretchy pouch at the front. Closer inspection proved them to be almost see-
through in colour and as hard as he tried there appeared to be no chance of ripping the light material they
were made of. The fabric was such a light rubbery fabric that it hugged his body snugly. Its paper-thin
edges were cut so fine that the edge seemed to blend right into the adjoining skin. If he didn't know any
better he would have thought that his penis and testies had disappeared only to leave a neat bulge where
they had been. Next, he pulled the tight stretchy trousers up his legs and snapped them closed. Finally he
slipped on his tunic and shirt in one, when it was on he turned his attention to the gold-coloured clips on the
front as he fastened the up. The high collar of this tunic hid most of his neck and a fair proportion of the
back of his head in the way that it sat up right. The boots because of their tight fit took a bit to get on but
soon they too were on.
"Very swish," he commented when he looked at himself in the mirror for the first time. "Still I can't stand
here admiring myself all day, I'd better go and see the lady of the house!"
He found the study easily and politely he knocked at the door.
"Come in," came the gentle reply from inside.
James opened the door to find the doctor seated behind her desk, a pair of reading glasses pushed half way
down her nose. Three cats lay on the edge of the desk and a forth rubbed incessantly against her right foot.
Lifting the glasses from her face as he entered, she got up and inspected his new look.
"Very nice, you scrub up alright," she stated proudly. When her attention was back on things at hand she
continued, "Here is the paperwork that has to be signed before you can start."
Without pausing to read a line he scribbled his signature across the dotted lines that were pointed out to
him. The thought of possibly losing such a cushy job weighing greatly on his mind. This of course drew
with it, his lack of care over the finer written points of the contract.
"Terrific you will find the cars out in the garage, we will go into town tonight so please clean the Rolls for
the trip."
"Yes Mam."
Getting ready to leave the doctor called back his attention, "By the way here is your cap."
Handing him a driving cap made of the same navy coloured fabric, he placed it on his head and pulled it
down firmly.
"That's better," she commented as she returned her attention to the work on her desk.
He turned and made his way out to the garage where he set about busily washing and then polishing the
vintage Rolls Royce till it sparkled.
The night went well as did the whole of the following week. James had found a place that suited him right
down to the ground. During his period of employment so far, James found out that the doctor was a well-
respected member of the plastic surgeon's organization and an extremely busy surgeon in her own right.
Their trips out of the estate included many trips to the hospital for the doctor to conduct her arranged
operations for her many clients.
As it was he hardly ever saw any of the temporary staff, they seemed to move in to do their various jobs
when the Doctor and he were elsewhere.
He was surprised to get an unexpected summons to the doctor's study one morning in the middle of the
week. Promptly he made his way in to her inner sanctum.
"I am very happy with your work here James so I have decided to give you a bonus."
"Thank you Mam," he replied courteously.
"Tomorrow morning I have scheduled a little surgery for you, it is a new Electro Muscular Stimulation
system we have come up with." "You are going to trial the system for me."
"Ah," he stammered.
Doctor Golding cut him off short; "You will do this for me, won't you?"
The thought of losing his job brought the only response he could possibly give at such short notice. "I
suppose that will be all right!"
"Good, be in my private surgery at 7.30 am sharp." "Take the evening off and rest up," she stating before
continuing to dismiss him, "I will not be needing you till then."
His night was restless, he trusted the doctor, but the thought of unnecessary surgery both with it concerns in
its own right.
Next morning he prepared himself as he had been instructed and dressed only in a toweling robe he made
his way across the house to the wing that he knew housed the private surgery and recovery rooms. This
wing was used to perform surgery on the doctor's more prominent patients who wanted to avoid the
limelight of the major hospitals and the press that would no doubt get wind of any admissions.
Here he felt unsure, but he was not given much of an opportunity to dwell on the issue as he was taken
straight into the theatre and given a good dose of anesthetic.
The surgery was long and drawn out. Eventually he was wheeled out into the first recovery room dressed
only in a tight fitting spandex suit with well-placed gaps where they were necessary for his bodily
functions. Under this suit, it disguised an incredible number of small incisions that had been made at both
ends of all the major muscles throughout his body.
When he awoke, the doctor was waiting and informed him about the devices that had been installed and
connected to his muscle fibers. "Your surgery went well this morning!" "I have fitted the units into place
without any problems." "They work of the bodies own static electricity," she stated proudly. "Like a
normal session of E.M.S the muscles contract under electrical stimulation and in our case the units charge
up from the static absorbed and produced by the body only to be released at designated intervals and those
intervals as equivalent to a good workout at the gym." "As or now rest up and tomorrow you can return to
your normal duties." "Oh yes, I almost forgot the suit has to stay on till the incisions have healed up
completely."
As it was, this tight fitting suit hid easily under his usual form-fitting uniform and his life went on much as
usual. His workload didn't change much at all, early morning drives to the hospital as well as those to and
from meetings filled up most of his days. With all this work his social life pretty well disappeared which
he only paused to consider when one those awkward moments arose; it was a small price to pay for such a
terrific job. This was one situation that he had considered more than once, especially when Friday nights
came around.
It was almost a full two weeks later when the tight fitting suit was eventually removed, little remained in
the way of scars at the many incision sites. But from the second morning after its removal from his body,
he was brutally awoken to a workout that would have made a champion bodybuilder happy. Initially his
body ached but within two weeks from his first workout he was once again able to function normally. His
body however reacted fast to the stimulation. His uniform fitted tighter by the end of the first month and it
stretched even further to cater for the underlying muscles as they continued to grow and adjust to the
stimulation.
By now the tight fit of his rubber G-Strings and uniform bought with dressing, a hard-on that he would
never have imagined possible. James was careful not to be in a position to allow his employer to see any
effect of this stimulation for fear of sacking. Still he enjoyed the work and he certainly could not complaint
about his lodgings. His personal devotion to his seemingly over-generous employer grew with each
passing day. It was more of a blessing when late one afternoon he was unexpectedly visited by his
employer. She was carrying a tray containing two glasses and what seemed to be a freshly opened bottle of
scotch. He noticed that both glasses had already been poured as she set the tray down on the small table in
his private room.
James picked up his glass at her offer and calmly drank from it; being thirsty from his busy day he
swallowed its contents in a couple of huge gulps. Taking a second and then a third glass in quick
succession, he felt his thirst dissipate.
"Thanks, Mam, " he slurred. "You're sooooo berry good ta me," he managed to say, feeling suddenly
extremely weak and groggy.
Unsteadily he leaned towards her, an amphoric manner to his actions. Reservations previously held firm
were released and in a seemingly drunken attempt to give her a kiss he puckered up and staggered in her
direction. As he moved closer, he became suddenly very dizzy, in fact very light-headed. Need to steady
himself took precedent over his amorous feelings and he seeked out the nearest support object. Focusing
on what seemed his best and closest target, James moved unsteadily. Moving himself back to a high
backed seat in the corner of the room, he leaned back, closing his eyes as he did so to try and vainly stop
the room from spinning.
"What's the matter, James?" "Have a bit too much fun tonight?" she commented with a broad smirk on her
face.
"I don't feel so hot," he uttered slowly placing his right hand lightly on his forehead.
"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, James." Undoing the first of his shoes laces, she slipped it heel first off his foot,
"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."
The doctor's voice was very reassuring, she sounded even more soothing tonight than he had ever heard
before, James thought. The voice was relaxing; it seemed so nurturing, almost womb-like. His private
thoughts lost concentration so easily tonight.
"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, it is so relaxing, "his voice started to trail off.
"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, the feeling is getting stronger with every passing
second, you just cannot keep them open." "You are ever so relaxed, let yourself go, just listen purely to the
sound of my voice, let go of all of your deepest reservations, sleep now."
James's head involuntarily and slowly began to droop.
"Why don't you try to look up, as if you had eyes in the top of your head."
His eyes fought or control, fluttering in a vain attempt to wake, but the attempt was just simply a lost cause.
After a few seconds the Doctor told him to stop, and to imagine that he was on his favourite beach, lying on
the sand with the waves lapping gently at his feet in a rhythmic fashion. "It is a perfect day, perhaps the
best you have ever experienced." "The sun is brightly shining, there are a few puffy clouds scattered about
the sky." "In all it is a truly wonderful day" "Don't you think everything is perfect, James?"
"Ohh yess itss pperfect " James mumbles slowly in his own slurred and sleepy manner.
"You feel just so blissful there, so very happy, don't you James," the confident woman said, continuing in
the same longingly wanting tone. "You want to feel this wonderful all of the time, don't you?"
James nodded, his head with his chin still hanging down low enough to touch the top of his chest.
"Listen to the sound of my voice, James." "Everything else is fading away but the solitary sound of my
voice." "You are feeling so free, aren't you James, so totally free."
Seeing the signs that were totally uncopyable, the doctor was now certain that James was in a deep and
relaxing trance now.
Knowing that I was time she began again. "James, 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."
James opened his eyes. To all intensive purposes he looked like he was wide awake except that he had a
glassy, vacant look on his face.
Having already had so many patients in this susceptible state, Doctor Golding knew full well that he was
now a blank canvas for her brush and ready to begin his training!
"Now James, 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?"
James nodded obediently, his eyes still vacant and blank.
Gently the doctor guided him over to a chair that sat directly in front of the new computer she had got
installed for him only the day before. The computer hummed into action and the vivid images of the home
screen soon appeared. She quickly clicked a few keys on the keyboard, and an image of a pulsating disc
appeared on the screen.
"Now James, I want you to look at the colourful disc on the screen." "Look deeply at the disc, James,
concentrate on the swirling spiral."
As she witnessed his focus direct itself on the image, when she was happy with his condition she
commented, "Good."
Nothing could have drawn his attention away even if he wanted to. It was like the simple moving image
was the centre of his very being. James's gaze is now totally absorbed in the spinning image portrayed in
front of him.
"That's right, James, you can feel it pull you in." "You're going deeper, deeper, deeper."
James was lost, he was completely hers and hers alone now.
"James, I want you to look at the next series of pictures that flash in front of you, their content will be your
desire, and you will long to be like those depicted in the photos." "Do you understand James, you will
want nothing else from your life but to be like the other people you have seen in those photos."
"Nothing else but like the photos," James mumbled aloud.
The photos proceeded in a systematic order, photos of rubber-covered men progressively followed one after
the other and when the end of the reel was reached they started all over again. In all, the provocative
images absorbed James for nearly three hours, by then his thoughts were of little else but rubber
encasement.
"James, I now want you to go into the bedroom and undress." "When you are finished, you will stand and
you will wait however long it takes till I give you further instructions." "Now go!"
James immediately stood up from the chair where he was sitting, and started for the bedroom.
After a few moments, he was standing naked in the centre of the room. How long he remained there was of
no consequence to him. When the doctor eventually entered all he saw was a figure dressed in a rubber cat
suit. Inspecting her charge first of all, her sensual rubber touch brought with it an instant reaction from
James. When she was satisfied she commenced the next stage of her nights entertainment. Reaching for a
large bottle of lubricant, the doctor began rubbing generous handfuls of the gel-like lubricant across
sections till it smoothed out to a thin film over all of James's body. She stopped to linger around his penis,
rubbing plenty of it into his growing erection. At least the lubricant had a pleasant smell even if James was
ignorant to the fact.
Next the doctor unfolded the bundle she had brought with her. His gaze registered on the fact that there
were feet, gloves and a full-face hood that were all attached on this rubber suit. In fact it looked a lot like
the one the doctor had slipped into while she had James sit patiently in the bedroom, all except for the fact
that hers' did not have the face covered.
"This will look just as good a suit on you James!" as she finished unrolling the black suit. "It is the exactly
the same as one I have." "I am so excited by the prospect of your new status in our household that I could
not wait to see you in rubber."
Pulling with a sharp tug on the centre of the back of the suit, it split silently apart. It was amazing no
zipper, no Velcro and no signs of any type of fastener! "How'd you do you like that James?"
Incoherent to the conversation going on around him, James sat patiently awaiting his next verbal
instructions with a glassy distant stare.
"This is a new type of fastener," she stated proudly. "It's still in the prototype stage." "It leaves no seam,
just a small ridge along the length of the spine, see?"
"Now James we shall get you properly dressed!" "Do as I say to the letter…" the doctor's hauntingly
beautiful voice then trailed on with a list of lengthy instructions that were obeyed without hesitation by her
obedient patient.
James ended up taking the thin rubber suit from her. The material was soft and light considering the
quantity he was holding. Folding it in half so to allow himself access to the lower portion he noticed just
how stretchy the material was. His prelubricated legs were lifted one and a time and slipped in through the
slit in the back of the suit. First pushing his right leg down into the depths of the suit's dark interior, it
offered little resistance. The fit was tight, but the applied lubricant let his foot slide down to the bottom of
the compartment with relative ease. At the bottom, his foot was forced into a moulded foot-piece. Once in
place, he turned his attention to the other leg. In his current trance he kept his balance perfectly as he first
stood effortlessly on one leg as he pulled the other leg home.
As he performed the actions on her command, he didn't have to stop and tell the doctor anything about his
mood. Even if he could, the feelings that were going through his mind at that moment while he was
dressing, were going absolutely wild! His body was so tightly encased in rubber that his penis sprang
quickly to attention at the feeling of the ultra soft latex sliding up his legs.
When he had pulled the suit up to his waist, the doctor took hold of his now rock hard penis and carefully
she bent it around to get it into the specially designed space inside the neatly attached sheath. Again, it slid
home with relative ease. With a broad smile, the doctor had to work the air out of the space around it. A
thin tube at the very end was lubricated and using a thin rod made for the task, it was gently fed down the
interior shaft of his penis. Happy with it's look, eventually she then tucked his testies into their own
compartment, then she made him give the suit a solid tug on the sides to make sure it was seated properly
in between her patient's powerfully built legs before adjusting the rest of the suit into place. Only a
specifically positioned flap of rubber tubing remained hanging loose at the rear of the garment.
We will fixed up that little bit later," she commented as the doctor swiped her hand seductively across his
encased arse. The rubber suit fitted so tightly that each firm cheek could be seen quite clearly as it was
separated by a neatly formed cleft in the centre.
Next he slid his arms into the sleeves with the doctor's help. She worked the air out from around the
compartments in the suit that had been made especially for his fingers and hands. With his help, she then
pulled the suit up and over his shoulders, fitting the rest of the torso in the same movement. Still at this
point a balloon shaped flap still hung loosely below his chin. Dipping her hand into the lubricant pot yet
again she applied a generous amount of the same lubricant as had already been applied to the rest of his
body to his hair so that the hood slipped over quite well. Getting him to bow his head forward and with a
final stretch she tucked his head into the full hood. The ultra thin rubbery material that made up the
faceplate moulded itself to fit the contours of his face exactly! Lastly there were any number of assorted
bumps and gathers that existed here and there and which needed smoothing out. Soft rubber tubes were
feed down into his mouth, ears and nasal passages. Finally having the last of them in place allowed the
doctor to do up the fastener on the back. With one last sweep of her forearm, she then pushed the last
remaining bubble of air out and snapped the final portion of the fastener shut.
"There you go James, you are almost dressed now!"
"Thank you, Mam," he replied vacantly.
"Come to me my beautiful rubber-man!" the doctor lovingly instructed and James moves closer only to be
grabbed by the penis and twisted till he was lying face-down on the top of the nearby bed.
Issuing an involuntary grunt, he felt something being forcefully pushed up his rear passage, James offered
no resistance and within moments a butt-plug of generous proportions was pushed in. The size filling him
more than adequately considering he had never been fitted with a similar object ever before and as it did so
it rammed the last remaining unfitted rubber tube deeply inside. In one push Doctor Golding rolled her
rubber-slave over. Straddling her lover in a couple of moves, she quickly undid the zip that till now had
closed off her own pussy. Her juices were already flowing and his eight inches of manhood slid easily
inside her. Crooning in delight she twisted and turned on his love-stick while under her exacting directions.
James maintained his erection and stimulated her in sensitive body in numerous other ways. Smoothing his
hands across various parts of her body they rolled around as one, his moves orchestrated by a narration of
verbal instructions that continued unabated till she found a spot that felt good and once there she made the
most of the man's rubber covered penis. Orders of, "Now you must remember that little movement for the
future my love," and "When I call you to me, you must pleasure me in ways that you have remembered and
have seen on the dirtiest of pornographic videos." "Don't worry, I will make sure that you have only the
best to learn from my love."
Making the most of the next few hours, the doctor climaxed at least five or six times before she finally
relented and let him come.
Enjoying herself so much in that session, she maintained his rubbery condition for two more days. During
this time, her instruction continued until his encasement in rubber had become a necessary part in his life.
When she finally drew a close to her enjoyment she had him strip and wash to remove any sign of their
activities. Allowing him to fall asleep, she departed with a few parting words that would immediately bring
him back under her control whenever she so wished.
Whether it was intensional or not, he caught himself off guard on the very next day when he was ushering
the busy doctor to a meeting on the western side of town. "There we are Master," he commented opening
the door for the elegantly dressed woman.
Blushing immediately over the slip of his tongue he turned away only to feel a gentle hand rest on his right
shoulder. "That is all right lad, I feel the same way about you."
The reply brought with it many hours of thought as he waited patiently for the meeting to lengthy finish.
Mean while he absentmindedly stroked the rubber-covered steering wheel. When it did however neither of
them spoke on the long drive back to their designated accommodation.
Over the following few days, James was unaware of his sudden change of mind in relation to his wearing
of rubber. His G-String was almost always engulfing a swollen member and he hardly noticed as his casual
wardrobe was exchanged in his absence for one where the articles made exclusively of rubber except for
his supply of uniforms.
James was polishing the Rolls Royce and wearing a one-piece rubber wrestling-suit when he was surprised
to see his employer standing behind him. With a jump he spun around, "What the blazes!" "Oops, sorry
Mam, I didn't know it was you," he commented when he saw whom it was standing so quietly behind him.
"That is alright, I just wanted to let you know that I have to attend a week of seminars across the country
next week." "We will be driving, so you had better pack a bag?"
The last phrase of their conversation brought an instant response for him, "Pack," he mumbled. She noted
the response and calmly walked away knowing that the subliminal prompt would be enough to ensure that
he packed the correct items for the trip.
Their week away from the envious estate came upon him all too quickly as they traveled from seminar to
the next distant seminar. Staying as they went in large suites with some of flashest hotels for the whole of
the week.
Every night at the same appointed hour, no matter what he had been doing right before it, he returned to
their adjoining room and absentmindedly dressed himself in his form-fitting rubber suit while she herself
attended her special functions and once ready he patiently sat awaiting her return when she clipped the back
of the suit closed and together they enjoyed the rest of the night. Each morning he found himself in his
own room, dressed normally and having his mind filled with false memories of the previous evening.
Dismissed on their eventual return to the estate, he went straight to bed, what he hoped for in the way of
brief session of masturbation ended in nothing more than a lengthy hard-on. No relief was gained this
night. This made it about a week and a half since he was last able to knowingly climax, yet his penis ached
in the morning and he could remember nothing of consequence of the night befores' wild events. Putting it
down to stress and hard work, he ignored the signs and turned over to sleep.
Next morning after he finished his regular bodies involuntary morning exercise program, he got out of bed
and had a long soak in the bath that had been provided for his sole use. After each bath, he always felt so
refreshed and his skin felt soft and extremely sensitive to the slightest touch. His day started out much the
same as any other day. A quick meal followed by his household duties that included the washing of the
three house cars.
As usual, the Doctors hoard of cats hung around his feet constantly.
He had finally begun to grow accustomed to the pesky felines constant presence. It was something that he
virtually had to do, not wanting to up-set his employer over a trivial thing like over-affectionate cats. He
knew all to well that a job like this was not going to be easy to find again.
It was at this moment that his unexpected summons came.
'James," the doctor called out of the window of her upstairs office. "Come up will you."
"Sure thing, Doctor!" he replied curtly.
Putting down his washing equipment he slipped on a shirt and almost ran all the way up to the second story
room that was used as the Doctor's office while she was at home.
A polite knock on the door met a friendly response. "Come in James."
Stepping inside he addressed this friendly employer, "Yes Doctor you called."
"I have decided that you need to be congratulated on all your hard work." "How long has it been since you
moved in here and took on your new duties?"
"Eight months now Doctor!" he replied quickly.
"I have decided to offer you a face reconstruction in recognition of your work here."
"Face reconstruction?" James quizzed. "There is no need for that Doctor, you have already given me the
body I have always desired."
" Well James I intend to give you the face to match your new body." This statement came as more of a
direction than an invitation. "I will see you outside the surgery room in two hours." "In the meantime,
shower and then take a long bath and put three cups of that pink solution from the top shelf of your
bathroom into the bath with you please."
Nodding his head, James left and went straight back to his private suite and did as he was told. The job
was simply too good to throw away on anyone's whim even if he didn't agree with it.
The pink solution that he was asked to use was strong to the nose and his skin stung when he first got in but
the feeling deminished quickly and soon he felt the relaxing bath take its toll on him.
Eventually he extracted himself from the water about five minutes before he was due at the Doctor's
surgery. Drying quickly he dressed himself in a clean robe and walked quickly to the wing that housed the
surgery. It was whilst he was drying himself that he observed that his body was now hairless from the neck
down. All his manly pubic hair had been stripped away by whatever the volatile mixture was in the tub.
"Good my boy," he was greeted as he turned the corner to see the doctor waiting outside for him. "Sit up
of the trolley and take off the robe."
James did as he was directed. 'Mam," he started to say trying to inquire about the rapid hair loss in a calm
manner.
"Yes James," she replied.
"What was in the pink solution"?
"Just a little extra strength hair remover, that is all." "Don't worry about a little hair loss James."
"That exercise program is doing you well isn't it?" He commented as she ran her warm hand over his now
hairless and exposed body. The touch brought with it an automatic response from his body, which caused
James to blush yet again in front of his generous host.
Taking a sheet he spread it across his naked body.
Anesthetic shut off James's knowledge of the outside world.
When he eventually awoke he was lying in his own bed. His fingertips told him that a tight cocoon of
bandages and smooth fabric of a latex hood smothered the whole of his head. Only his eyes were
unaffected by the complex layer coverings.
"The bandages will have to stay on for the next week or so and you will be eating through a drip till then so
just lie there quietly and relax," the doctor unexpectedly announced from the left-hand side of his bed.
Twisting his head and feeling a fair degree of pain in the effort, he saw her sitting on a reclining chair that
had been moved into the room while he had been knocked out.
Enemas were conducted daily and he was fed on a mixture of protein and other essential materials through
a long tube. Patiently he stayed where he was told, waited on for his needs even though drips and catheters
catered for most of his bodily needs during his bed-rest.
As it was, it was the last day before the bandages were scheduled to come off when he was given his next
surgery summons.
"We will be going back to the surgery this morning," he was told on the doctor's arrival that day.
Unable to speak still from the wires that locked his jaws together, he was unable to voice his disapproval
but the doctor made the instruction quite clear with his next few comments.
Back on the gurney, James soon felt the familiar taste of anesthetic flooding his airways.
When he eventually awoke he was lying on his stomach and unable to get up due to a number of straps that
held him firmly in place. His whole lower body felt numb.
It was a further week before he was allowed to get off his bed. Between the enemas and his ongoing fluid
diet he was no longer passing any solids through his system.
During this last week, he was approached and each eye was carefully examined before each of the lids were
peeled back and after a number of stringing drops were placed both inside both the top and bottom eye-lids
before a set of large flexible contact lenses were positioned over the entire eye-ball. Checking their
acceptance several times and carefully readjusting the fit till she was happy with the snug fit, she remained
nearby till she was absolutely satisfied with the fact that there had been no rejection by the bodies defence
mechanisms.
James's eyesight was unaffected except for what must have been a dark tint to the actual lenses themselves.
Heavy sedatives kept him in a sleepy condition for the whole of that week.
Still maintaining the same level of drugs, James was allowed to get up slowly with the support of the
doctor's shoulder under his armpit.
"There you go," Doctor Golding stated when he was finally upright.
Reaching towards the covered areas, the doctor was quick to halt the inquisitive action, "Hey none of that."
"I don't want you fiddling with my work." "To answer your question, yes I have given you a new face"
"Over the top is a preparatory coating of what will soon become your own skin, I have been culturing this
specific geneticly stable material since your first operation." "Rest yourself now!"
With the issue of these control words, James felt his body stiffen till he had no control of his limbs.
Purposefully she kept him aware of his surroundings only unable to influence them in the slightest.
Concern showed in James's eyes.
"Don't worry you will grow to get use to it."
Not giving him any chance to later interfere with his work, James was taken to a set up that he had not
noticed in his room till now. It resembled a shower cubical but it contained a number of unusual
implements and attachments.
Moved to the shower his hands were strapped to brackets situated high on two walls. There he was then
left to stand on his own.
"Now James, this is another of my little inventions." "It is a latex shower, it sprays a fine coating over the
occupant each time it is used." "Later today you will get to use it for the first time." "But first we have
some unfinished business to complete."
With that he started to remove the head coverings before finally and carefully taking out the wires that held
his jaws together.
"There, that must feel better!" "Could not have you harming any of my work."
The torment then continued unabated. A probe was forcefully inserted into each of his body cavities. First
his anal passage and it was flooded with a sticky liquid that coated the outer-layer of the passage before it
dried quickly and the probe was removed. Unknown to him James's face and orifices had already been
subjected to an initial coating. Both nostrils were however again lightly treated, before his mouth and
throat was subjected to another thick dose. Lastly a thin unit was feed up the hole of his penis and the inner
lining was sprayed all the way down to the opening. Before she said another word, a small unit was placed
into each ear and then a squirt of latex fastened each securely in place. A generous smear of the same
adhesive was also used to attach a solid looking cock-ring around the base of his penis.
"Good, now James we can proceed with your first coat."
A large circular pad on the outside of the cubical was touched and the spray jets mounted on all sides and
across the top and floor burst into life. An ultra-fine mist swirled around him, born on the fanned airwaves
inside the cubical. The resulting mist settling gradually via the inward moving circulating airwaves until it
made contact with his skin and as it did so it began to dry almost instantly. As in thickened, James could
feel it contracting to form a second tight-fitting skin. The jets remained active for only about two minutes
before James was left in peace.
Later her instructions were clearly laid out to his otherwise unresponsive body and she gently assisted him
out of the booth. After she had checked his first coating and had been sure it was adequate, he was taken
across the room to where the gurney was positioned, he was leant against its surface as it was tilted into an
almost upright position. Belts were rolled out and done up securely to lock James into place. From there
the mobile unit was tilted back to a horizontal position and together they left the room.
On the way back the doctor allowed her control over him lessen somewhat.
The sort trip back to the Doctor's office went quickly. There the gurney was allowed to drop back to the
almost vertical angle. Purposefully this had been done closer to yet another even larger full-length mirror.
An involuntary gasp escaped James's lips at the sight that greeted him. The first thing he noticed was that
his head had been shaved bare. Not a ounce of hair anywhere, considering his last week of bandaged hell
he was surprised that no hair stuble had grown back after his surgery. On top of this a unrecognizable face
stared back at him. Gone were what had been his own personal features, replaced with a non-descript face
that easy would have not been out of place in a manikin factory. All over him a graying tinge to his skin
showed the fact that the previous coating had been absorbed into his outer skin as it had dried. This newly
forming latex skin accentuated his tight formation of newly formed muscle.
Fighting against the strong control, he fought to get out one sole word, "Why?"
"Good to see you are with us James." "That is simple, I told you that I needed an assistant, well now you
are almost ready to take on that new role." "You will get to appreciate to your new appearance eventually
and don't worry the layer of latex is specially created to bond ever so permanently to your skin, it actually
takes on the role of the outer epidermis."
"Have I done something wrong to you Mam? James asked appealingly.
"No not at all, you are a fine chauffer and you will continue to do so, dressed in your neat uniform and
wearing a rubber face mask that I have got made especially for you, nobody will be any the wiser if they
happen to glance at you my dear!" "As for the car, I have had the necessary parts of the car modified so
that you can still drive it safely." "Do not fear my boy, I will have need of your services for a long time
yet!"
Three more trips to the spray booth that day, left James totally immobilized and drenched in his thickening
new outer skin. By the end of the day his body was completely glossy back in colour. Allowed to rest in
peace for the rest of that day as well as the rest of the night, James mind was flooded with strange
memories that till now had been blocked from him.
That next day, his body took its involuntary workout as usual and he was called to perform new functions
for the doctor. Their sex was hot and James screamed as he was penetrated again and again with an
amazing array of anal sex objects while his own rubber coated penis slipped easily into her moist virgina.
Each purposefully built anal item was pulled and twisted during their wild sex further highlighting his
sexual function.
After that attention his summons came simply. "Come James, I need your company." James grew excited
at the command and his arousement showed. Each time he had been called to the doctor's bed his
thickening latex skin screamed with the sensitive touch of his new bed-partner. Their sex was wild again
that night, his climax only brought on solely by the doctor's verbal direction. He exploded on demand, in
the meanwhile his new rubbery skin slick with his own sweat that had somehow seeped though the
invisible pores.
When he was alone he had more than once tested the coating on his skin but as more or less expected, he
found no easy release. Like the doctor had told him, it was stuck fast to his underlying skin. To make
matters worse, he was unwillingly subjected to further daily showers in the inky stuff after each of his
morning workouts. By now the black coating was all too dense all over his body. Contracting during the
drying process each day brought with it a more defined muscularity. Surprisingly his underlying skin
remained sensitive to even the lightest of outside touches. Viewed from the outside, his muscles rippled
with every single movement under the tightly contracted black surface so that every movement bought with
it the effect like that of the sight of a professional bodybuilder performing on stage.
Even if he was able to break the mental control the doctor had of him, his new sleek rubbery appearance
rendered it impossible for him to leave the confines of the estate on his own.
Another evening and night of wild sex that kept him going well into the early hours of the morning
rendered him exhausted after he was finally allowed to climax. Resting calmly he listened to the softly
spoken words of the doctor and before he knew it, he was drifting off into nothingness.
After that night, the doctor removed the last of his memory and the man who was James ceased to exist,
instead her shiny sex toy and chauffeur became a permanent fitting in her bedroom.
Fed his daily quantity of food paste and receiving his regimented workout, the man who was once James,
never felt or looked so good. Wearing now only a special G-String while working except for when they
left the estate or when they had visitors, James's new beginning seemed now commonplace. He lived
solely to please the doctor in any way he could. To improve his abilities a useful anal-plug was moulded
onto the rear of the item and it kept him stimulated and ready for action 24 hours a day.
When away from the estate, James was dressed in his uniform, cap and special facemask. Masculine
features outside the mask hid his new smooth face from the prying eyes of the public, as did the rest of the
specially designed uniform.
"Now I really need to start looking for some more permanent house staff and some good gardeners," she
considered as Doctor Golding finished settling her slave into his new surroundings after properly
commencing him in his new life. Like she was caring for any newborn baby, she had laboured long and
hard over installing his new personality till his submissive role was firmly established. The doctor had
confidence in her control and knew that his new subconscious and personality would take time to fully
install but he would be hers and hers alone to mould.
Story Submitted By
|
