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 nudes
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
You had booked a hotel room to get away from your wife and enjoy some rubber self-bondage in peace... what you weren't expecting was the maid to ignore the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and for her to take the keys to your locks away, chuckling..
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
Has it been hours or days since they put me into this? I cant even remember how long ago they took me! Someone has to be searching for me... I hope they will let me out at some point...
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.
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,
Day 1 he said it was just the weekend. Day 1 the clamps were superglued, my clit locked forever. Now the wall tallies how many times I’ve leaked, moaning: ‘I am Abella. Pretty cocksleeve. Born to choke and drool for cock.’ Hood stays on. Master’
