They didn't care who was in the house when they broke in. Both you and your wife were taken, covered in latex, and turned into a perfect pair of latex dolls. You were indistinguishable from each other. Just as you should be. Latex removed your individua nudes
You had lied to Mistress about being a girl online. But Mistress doesn't care. She will keep you strapped in her "Girlmaker" machine, head to toe in shiny red rubber, vibe buzzing on your tightly caged clit until your ass turns into a pussy.
Deep in debt to loan sharks. Wife’s away for the weekend so I slip into full glossy purple latex catsuit, hood, ballgag, heavy restraints, and vibrator for a filthy self-bondage session. Door gets kicked in and sharks thought husband was gone, see boun
Master had a sex toy, but she wasn't enough. He wanted a sissified rubber blowjob doll, and he made it his slave's purpose to train his new toy such that it met his standards. Sissy struggled in her bondage, resisting, but her locked clit strained ever
With few gigs out there, you had no choice but to go for a fetish photoshoot involving latex, some bondage gear, light feminization, and chastity. There was little you could do once you were immobilised in the crate, as your manager was counting his paym
Escape was impossible - even if you managed to unchain yourself, removing your ballet boots and gasmask were impossible with the locked bondage mitts forcing your hands into fists. Even then if you tried to run, good luck getting far in those ballet boot
day *who knows what* of being kept as a helpless, chaste, plugged, bound, and gagged service girl. Sometimes i’ll hear words thrown around like “the maid” or “the help” but I know what’s really going on here. . . I would scream for help if i
The brainwashing had worked. You had no thoughts left in your head. You were just a passenger in your latex-clad, feminized body. Heavy silicone breasts and hip inserts formed an unmistakably feminine hourglass figure. You were transformed into a living,
