Latex-clad sex slaves

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It was a hot summer vacation, as boring as any other. Dongdong was sitting in front of his computer at home playing games, the sounds of gunfire and MP3s mingling together. However, completely immersed in the game world, Dongdong was oblivious to the impending doom. Perhaps for him, this was actually an incredibly exciting game, the most thrilling and anticipated game in his decades-long gaming career.
Hello everyone, my name is Dongdong, a freshman in college, but I was born to play games. No matter the computer game, the console game, or the difficulty, I can find a weakness within the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes. So, every day I was always looking for new games or even more impossible games to challenge myself. Finally, by chance, I came across a game called "SM"...
That day, the weather was still incredibly hot. After my lunch break, I washed my face and looked at the small bottle on the table. I hadn't been able to resist masturbating while watching porn that morning, and the semen was still there.
"Hehe," I couldn't help but laugh at myself in the mirror, mocking myself. "I really am a lewd man. Ah~ if only I were a lewd woman. I really want to try being a sex slave, it must be so amazing." Thinking about it, I unconsciously got hard again...
"Di~di~di," the computer beeped. A new email. I calmed myself down and opened my email: There was an unread email signed "Inner Demon."
"Inner Demon?? 0" My mind raced with questions. "Who is this? I don't think I know them. Another spam email." Just as I was about to delete it, my eyes widened. The title read, "Xiao Dong, you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't read this email."
"Does he know me?" I was even more confused. I double-clicked to open the email, and the contents shocked me. A vivid image of a human heart was displayed, encased in ice. Below was a typical latex bodysuit training image: a woman's entire body was bound to the extreme by various SM latex equipment. She was wearing a pure black, full-body latex suit, with only her nostrils visible, plugged by some unknown device. ("Probably to restrict breathing?" I guessed, having seen similar training online.) (Author) Her mouth had a special gag connected to an airbag; it looked like she was pushed to her limit. Her mouth was stuffed full, and a metal collar, noticeably smaller than expected, was inhumanely placed around her neck, completely sunken in and almost flush with the surrounding latex clothing. "How can she breathe like this?" Below, a metal bra was worn around her chest, clearly for restraint, but it didn't look particularly special from the outside. Several clasps below the bra tightly fastened a latex corset, also pulled to its limit, making her waist noticeably thinner than a human's. ("Such a tiny waist, hehe," I laughed, while my lower body became painfully hard, so I simply took off my underwear; it was more comfortable that way. Continuing with the pictures...) She was wearing a metal chastity belt, with two airbags protruding from it. But what puzzled me was that, besides the airbags, there was also a thin rubber tube. I didn't know what it was for; the tube was so thin that it was almost invisible unless you looked closely. Not only that, she was also wearing a pair of latex stockings and high heels that practically made her legs stand upright. Incredibly, both the stockings and heels had locks on them.
Good heavens! I suppressed the pounding heat in my heart; this outfit made my heart race. "If I could wear something like that and experience it, I'd die happy!" I thought, continuing to read the letter. Below was a contract-like document, essentially a recruitment contract for a latex clothing manufacturer as a fitting model. It said that if I signed the contract, I could try on their new products for free, and I could keep all the samples I tried on, just needing to take a few selfies while wearing them. Of course, it ended with a clause stating that the company reserved the right to final interpretation of this contract. Seeing this, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I immediately wrote my name on the screen stylus, and then saw a form below asking me to fill in my height, weight, bust, waist, and hip measurements. They even asked me to take a nude photo, with a note saying I could cover my face. I figured it wouldn't hurt to cover my face, so I measured myself, took the photo, and sent it over.
After sending it, I realized a problem: aren't latex suits usually worn by women? I'm a man, so why would they hire me as a model? And how did they know I liked this? I hadn't thought about these things before because I was so excited, but now a whole host of questions suddenly flooded my mind, making me a little uneasy. But then I thought, at most it's just a photo with my face covered; they can't do much with that. I reassured myself and felt a little more at ease. And so the day passed peacefully. The next day,
because I stayed up too late browsing websites the night before, it was already past 10 am, and I was still dreaming about wearing a latex suit, haha.
But my sweet dream didn't last long. I was enjoying it when a knock on the door woke me up...
"Who is it so early in the morning?" I called out reluctantly.
"Sorry, it's a package delivery." I thought, a package delivery? I hadn't bought anything, and it wasn't a holiday, so it couldn't be a gift. Anyway, I couldn't figure it out, so I went to pick it up and went back to my sweet dream. I opened the door, but froze. A young woman stood outside, pretty with long, flowing black hair like a waterfall. Even more captivating was her white shirt; the morning sunlight revealed a pink bra underneath. Her figure was accentuated by tight jeans, highlighting her curves. Strangely, her private parts seemed to bulge slightly. My gaze lingered on her lower body, studying her. She seemed to realize my impoliteness, shifting slightly before taking a box from her backpack. "Are you Mr. Xiao?"
"Yes, that's me." "Please sign here; this is your package."... After receiving the package, I watched her leave, my eyes glazed and drooling. Watching her graceful figure disappear, I swallowed hard.
"Sigh..." I sighed deeply, returning inside. Looking at the package, I noticed a strange absence: no return address, not even a postal code. "From a private post office?" I wondered as I unwrapped it.
What I found inside truly astonished me: a black, full-body latex suit, a metal choker, a metal bra, a latex corset, a metal chastity belt, latex stockings, and a package of unidentifiable items. Wasn't this the outfit of the female model in yesterday's picture? Seeing this, my erection returned. My trembling hands caressed the smooth latex suit, my excitement reaching its peak. I couldn't resist picking it up and imagining myself in it in the large bathroom mirror. Only then did I realize that the suit had a separate hood, and a zipper ran from the back waist all the way to the neck.
As the latex suit unfolded, several sheets of paper fell out. I picked them up and saw that one was the contract from yesterday's email, already printed out. My own handwriting and name were all too familiar. Another sheet seemed to be some kind of helpful tip, explaining how to wear and care for the latex suit. I had already seen this online, so I didn't need them to tell me. Then there was a photo—the same girl from yesterday's email, but this time she was kneeling, and without any face covering, so her face was clearly visible. Seeing this, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. It couldn't be possible, because it was my own face, with such a blissful expression, a vacant stare, a slight upturn at the corner of my mouth, and a trace of drool or something else on my lips. "The level of photo editing these days is truly astounding!" I thought to myself, then dumped the entire package onto the bed, wanting to see what else would surprise me. At that moment, a CD caught my eye, with obscene pictures printed on it in a blurry way, and the words "Eastern Slaves Kneel and Submit" written in large characters. Seeing this, I didn't know how I felt. I was a little excited, but also a little angry. Who is this? Never mind him for now, I'll try on the latex suit first. Then I read the instructions again, found the body lubricant, took a quick shower, and applied it all over my body. But this lubricant seemed a bit unusual. After applying it, I suddenly felt excited, but not in the way I wanted to release my pent-up desires. Instead, I felt itchy down there, and a sense of emptiness, as if I wanted something to be inserted. My mouth involuntarily opened, wanting to bite down on something and suck on it. Unable to resist, I picked up the sausage I had left over from a few days ago, went back to the bathroom, and applied some lubricant to my anus. I slowly started licking it with the sausage. At first, it hurt a little, but slowly I began to feel a full, comfortable satisfaction. (At this point, I didn't realize that my anus was actually starting to secrete fluid. I had just applied this lubricant, and my body was being gradually transformed by it, while I was still indulging in self-admiration, completely unaware.) Then, with one hand, I gripped my penis and moved it up and down rapidly, while with the other hand, I gripped the sausage and moved it in and out of my anus. This time, I actually ejaculated very quickly, and kept ejaculating for about a minute. The amount of fluid that came out was about the size of a 500ml bottle of mineral water. But I still had the urge to continue, so the sausage continued to make piston-like movements in my anus. After a long time, suddenly my whole body trembled, and my legs involuntarily clamped together tightly. With several moans of "Ah~ Oh~", a lot of clear fluid flowed out of my anus. This time, I was really exhausted. I lay in the bathroom for a long time, unable to stand up, my mind filled with the excitement of the orgasm. (This will be explained later)
After a long time, I finally regained some strength and tried to get up. Then I washed my body and applied lubricant again. But as soon as I applied it to the area around my nipples, that empty feeling inexplicably enveloped my entire body again, though it was slightly less than before. I could still bear it. I gritted my teeth and applied it all over my body. I picked up the latex suit that I had longed for for so long but had never had. Its pure black color exuded a mysterious aura. Reflected by the morning light, it was so bright that it could illuminate my unnatural face after my orgasm. I couldn't help but gasp. It felt so good just now, a feeling I had never experienced before. Suddenly, I felt a strong suction force. It was coming from the latex suit. I couldn't help but wonder, "Is this made of human magnets?" Without thinking twice, I rolled up my pants legs, positioned my feet, and noticed the latex suit was quite unique—it even had toes! So I had to carefully insert each of my unruly toes into the ten black holes, and then cautiously pull the suit up to my calves. Strangely, unlike the stockings I used to secretly wear, which had gaps between the heel and ankle, it clung tightly to my feet. My feet immediately felt a strong constraint, a burning pain, as if my size 42 feet were wearing size 39 shoes. But I couldn't care less about the pain at that moment, and slowly pulled it up... The pain from the latex suit had subsided by the time it reached my knees, leaving only the feeling of my calves being tightly wrapped. I continued pulling it up, watching the latex suit gradually engulf my legs, a feeling of disorientation washing over me. Then, waves of warmth filled my legs, mixed with a slight itch, as if countless hands were simultaneously caressing them. This was a sensation I'd never experienced before. Then I noticed the design of the lower part of the latex suit, equally ingenious. Inside, there was a small sheath, just big enough to hold my penis, and on the outside, there was a realistic-looking vagina, pressed tightly against the sheath. And at the back, there was a small protrusion. So I took… I barely managed to insert my little penis into the sheath, aligning the protrusion with my anus and pushing it in. At first, I didn't feel anything, but when I pulled it down to my waist, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower body. At the same time, a small amount of yellowish liquid started to leak from the outer artificial vagina. Puzzled, I found a mirror to examine my lower body. There was a small opening connected to a very thin tube, from which something was leaking. I tasted a little and immediately recognized it as my urine. Then I remembered the tube in the picture and understood—it was for catheterization. It flowed for a while and then stopped. I wondered, aren't these catheters supposed to be inserted very deep inside the bladder to be effective? Had it already gone in? How come I didn't know? It seems this latex suit is no ordinary product after all. I started to feel a little admiration for this manufacturer. While I was thinking, my hands didn't stop. I picked up my shriveled, black arms hanging in front of me, applied some lubricant, and slipped the gloves into the black hole, then gradually pulled them up to my shoulders. I did the same with the other arm. But when I pressed the latex suit against my chest and closed my back, the strange feeling returned. This time, it felt like two grapes, as if a mouth was sucking on them, which aroused me again. I looked down and saw that it wasn't actually a tight-fitting design, but rather slightly protruding. I didn't understand the reason behind it, but as long as I was comfortable, that was fine. So, I slowly pulled the zipper up, but with each inch I pulled it up, I felt a strong tightening around my waist, as if it were trying to shrink my waistline. I endured the feeling of my internal organs squeezing inside me and slowly pulled it up. At this point, not only my upper body but also my lower body seemed to be affected, starting to slide upwards little by little. My buttocks, along with my waist and abdomen, began to slowly rise. When I pulled it all the way up, a jolt of electricity coursed through my body, and my sensitive areas became unbearably itchy. And at this crucial moment, I unknowingly let out a fart. I was embarrassed... I tried to tighten my anus, but no matter how hard I tried, it felt cold. Curious, I touched it, and what I did made my heart skip a beat. The small protrusion that had been inside was now stretched open, forming a hole, and it seemed particularly hard and long, extending all the way into my rectum, keeping my anus stretched open. No wonder I hadn't been able to fart! "Haha, with the catheter in front, I'm truly incontinent!" I laughed at myself. (But little did I know, I would never escape this embarrassment.) With a satisfied expression on my face, I closed my anus. The zipper on the back stopped the latex suit from sliding anymore, as it had completely swallowed my body, leaving no gaps. It felt as if it were glued to my skin. My hands began to unconsciously caress my lower body. Suddenly, I had an idea: to find something to insert into my dildo. So I started rummaging through the things lying on the bed, and sure enough, there was a large dildo lying there quietly. I picked it up and saw that "large" was an apt description. This thing was over 20cm long and at least 4cm in diameter. Good heavens, could this thing even fit?
But while I was thinking about this, I unconsciously sucked on it. I was so excited! My poor mouth had been wanting to bite something ever since. Thinking about it, I'd already swallowed a quarter of this 20cm long dildo. Then I felt a gagging sensation in my throat, but I didn't want to take it out. I went in a little deeper, and the overwhelming urge to vomit overwhelmed my excitement. I carefully pulled it out. It seemed to be for the lower body. I'd try the others first. Then I found the matching headgear, but this headgear seemed unusual. It only had holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth, and it had a neck strap. There was a zipper at the back of the head, and several hidden snaps on the sides where the ears were. I didn't know what they were for. I washed my face again to get a clearer picture. Oil stains on my face, time to get started. I first turned the hood inside out, aligned it with the holes left on my face, pressed it tightly against my face, and then slowly flipped it back. It looked easy, but it was actually very difficult to put on. I was afraid of tearing it, but I had to pull hard. Finally, with all my might, I managed to stuff this unruly head into the black hole and started zipping it up. This was the most uncomfortable part because my hair got caught in the zipper more than once, making me wince in pain. When I carefully zipped it to the bottom, I touched the zipper on the back. It seemed like the two zippers were made in a pair, with the top one fitting perfectly into the bottom one. Without thinking, I locked the two zippers together. After locking it, my head was pressed down by a tight feeling of being wrapped up, and I could only open my mouth very, very small, suddenly turning it into a cherry mouth. (Author)
After a while, my head seemed to adjust to the feeling; it wasn't as painful as it had been at the beginning. I continued my treasure hunt. Then I found a flesh-colored, semi-transparent mask that covered my entire face, leaving only my nostrils exposed. A small, exquisite phallus was attached to my mouth. I tried to lift the mask, closed my eyes, and imagined it was a man's thing. I opened my mouth and forced it inside. But although it didn't seem big, once it was in my mouth, I realized it was big enough to fill my wanton opening. Just as I was imagining myself being forced to perform oral sex, I heard a soft clicking sound near my ear. With a few faint sounds, the mask was fastened tightly to my head. It was then that I realized the ingenious use of this set of hoods. Although the layer that hugged my face had eye openings, the outer layer restricted eyelid movement, limiting my vision to only a very small distance in front of me. The double-layered hoods also created a stronger sense of constriction and pressure on my face. I unconsciously touched the outer hood and discovered a small air inlet at my mouth. I started searching for the airbag in the photo, and once I found it, I quickly attached it to the air inlet and began inflating my mouth little by little. However, the little penis inside my mouth didn't just expand; it contracted and expanded. This sensation made me close my eyes and imagine myself being penetrated by a large penis. Slowly, it filled my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, allowing me to only make weak "hmm~ uh~ oh" sounds from my throat. When I pulled out the airbag, I discovered that the little penis was a one-way valve, only allowing air to be pumped in. A wave of excitement washed over me once again. My latex hands instinctively reached down to my lower body, but instead touched a hard, round ring. I picked it up and saw it was the metal collar. "Yeah, this makes me look more like a sex slave." Without hesitation, I picked up the collar and put it around my neck. However, the collar seemed to be deliberately made a little small. Although I could still breathe, it was extremely restrictive. Since my mouth was completely sealed, I could only breathe weakly through my nostrils. But just as I was getting excited, I heard the sound of a snap locking. The collar must have locked. At this point, I could no longer suppress my excitement and picked up the remaining pieces of equipment to put them on myself.
I picked up the unusual metal bra and examined it. It wasn't completely hollow inside; a tube extended from the middle. I held it up to the shape of my chest and pulled it on. When I forcefully closed the back clasp, I immediately felt an unprecedented pulling sensation in my chest, as if it were trying to suck my nipples out of thin air. Although the strong pull was painful, because it was a sensitive area, the pain was overshadowed by my impulse. Continuing down, I picked up the soft latex corset and discovered that it also had a hidden design. It was inlaid with cold metal strips, which made the constriction even stronger. However, there was a problem: it closed at the back, and the size was clearly more than a size smaller than my waist. Luckily, I'm very thin. For a man, a 1.9-foot waist might be impossible, right? But I am indeed only 1.9 feet, so I usually buy loose-fitting women's pants, which feel very comfortable. What's even more terrifying is that this corset seems to be only about 1.6 feet long, because it's impossible for me to put it on by my own strength. I measured it with my hand, and the opening on the back is at least half a finger's length long. How could it possibly close? But that won't stop me.
I came up with a way to wear it: the bathroom, of course. I just took the showerhead off and used it as a tap water enema kit. I often do this when I'm alone, partly to cleanse my intestines, but mainly for the feeling of self-suffocation. As usual, I adjusted the water temperature first, using warm water to flush my anus. This time, it went in easily because my anus was already open. The first time, a lot of filth was flushed out with the water. The second time, I used ice water. As soon as I turned on the tap, my anus immediately spasmed and naturally contracted. I didn't dare use too much ice water. This time, it was mostly clear water with a slightly yellow tinge. The third time was the key. I used slightly hotter water, but still tolerable. Because the first two times had basically cleared out my intestines, leaving plenty of space, and because the tap water pressure was higher, it went in deeper. So, using this enema felt much better than using a traditional enema kit. The swelling was several times greater than expected. As my lower abdomen swelled, my intestines were completely filled, and water began to leak from the back entrance. The moment the hose was pulled out, the water gushed out like a burst dam, while the catheter in front also began to drain urine. The water in my body, through these two unclosable openings, was uncontrollably gushing out as if pumped out by a water pump. By this time, my legs were already weak, and I collapsed to the ground… (Author)
After a while, I managed to get up. This time, since my stomach was basically emptied, it immediately deflated. I picked up the corset, and my latex hands touched the same material. Because of the embedded metal strips, it was soft yet firm, and I couldn't resist its temptation. I first tried my best to suck my stomach down. After putting on the corset, there was still a little bit of opening at the back that couldn't be closed. Then I felt the small rings on both sides of the opening, and a thought struck me… I found two ropes and threaded them along the edge of the seam, forming a crisscrossing net-like knot. Then I wrapped the rope ends around my waist and pulled them forward, sucking in my stomach and pulling the ropes with all my might. I used almost all my strength. Finally, I heard a soft "snap" from my lower back—the sound of the snap fasteners on the corset closing. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but immediately I felt unprecedented pressure, as if all my internal organs were being squeezed together, about to be squeezed out of my throat. This feeling was so uncomfortable, but I loved it! This was the ultimate bondage I had always dreamed of experiencing, and now my wish had finally come true. I was so happy! Then, a thought struck me—I remembered that thick dildo. Now I think I know what it's for. I picked it up, rubbed it with lubricant, and aimed it at my freshly cleaned anus, slowly inserting it. I had initially thought that inserting something so big would be very uncomfortable. It hurt a lot, but I managed to insert it without much effort, and it went all the way in, leaving only a small base on the outside. I think it was because my anus was stretched open. Then I found the thing I fantasized about most but could never try in this life - a metal chastity belt. I picked it up and wow, it was indeed pure metal, and quite heavy. This chastity belt was scientifically designed, with a rubber layer inside the waist so the metal wouldn't rub against my skin. As for my lower body, it was covered with tiny bumps. "If a girl wore it, it would feel incredibly comfortable, right? I wonder what it would feel like for me." I initially thought that having a small penis inserted would be painful, but after adjusting the size (of course, I was using the smallest size) and locking my anus, I felt waves of itching in my lower body. Even more miraculously, my anus suddenly felt incredibly comfortable, as if the deepest emptiness in my heart had been filled. (Author)
"Ugh~ Ah~~" I let out a satisfied groan, then tried to turn around to see what else was there, but I found I couldn't twist my body from the head down at all. "What's going on?" I started to panic, and looked down to examine it carefully. It turned out that the whole set of metal equipment was connected. The bra, the corset, and the chastity belt were now locked together by hidden clasps, forming a single unit. Forget about twisting my body, I couldn't even play with my waist a little bit, because it was all metal. At this moment, I was a fully armed body, or perhaps I should say a sex toy with full-body restraints? I stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, and saw a black, metallic figure exuding a mysterious aura, sometimes kneeling and grabbing its chest, sometimes lying flat on its back, and sometimes crawling like a bitch. I couldn't help but sigh, this latex metallic outfit was practically tailor-made for me! I love it to death! (Author)
But just as I was crawling on the floor like a wanton prostitute, I suddenly heard a "smack." "Someone?? Oh my god, how can anyone see me dressed like this?" My heart jumped into my throat, my heart raced, and I gasped for breath. But this only made me dizzy, and I saw stars. "Breathing... Oh my god!" My breathing was already restricted, and this almost caused me to suffocate. Thinking of this, I knew I absolutely couldn't panic. I had to stay calm. I slowly inhaled through my nose and exhaled slowly, repeating this a few times until I felt a little better. Then I pressed myself against the wall, listening intently for any sounds outside the bathroom. But after a long time, there was no more sound. "Was it just my imagination?" I waited a while longer, making sure it was quiet outside. I opened the door a crack, and through the blurry light, saw that no one was there before stepping out to check the source of the sound. "So it was that?" It was the CD that had fallen to the ground. "Was it blown by the wind? Or did it fall because it wasn't placed properly?" I reassured myself, "I haven't watched it yet. Anyway, I have nothing else to do, so I'll just watch it." Thinking this, I put it in the computer, and the video appeared...
Two long hours passed, it truly felt like an eternity. I trembled all over, as if I had been through hell. It turned out that the CD had recorded every single second of my process, from unpacking the package, putting on the latex suit, the hood, the mask, the bra, the corset, the deep insertion of the dildo into my mouth and anus, and the wearing of the chastity belt. It even recorded every detail of my enema, my ejaculation, and my subsequent ejaculation. How could this be? Then I realized that this whole thing was filled with so many unbelievable things, and I had forgotten everything in my excitement. Now, thinking back, it was truly terrifying. I decided to take off the latex suit first. But thinking about this made me even more panicked. Good heavens, I was completely locked in place with snaps, especially the outer metal suit. Without the key, I couldn't even turn around, let alone take it off. "Where's the key?! --The key---" I started frantically searching through the package. Finally, I had to give up. There wasn't one. (Author)
But how could I do this? My parents ate lunch at their workplace and will be back by 6 pm. After all this trouble, it's almost 5 pm now. If my parents see me like this, with a hood over my head, a penis gag in my mouth, unable to speak, and they don't recognize me, what will I do? I felt like I'd fallen into an abyss, my body ice-cold, a desperate fear rising from the depths of my heart. "It's over, it's over, I'm doomed!" Yet this unprecedented fear gave me an unimaginable thrill. I felt like I was falling into a bottomless black hole, with no exit above and no bottom below, surrounded by pure blackness, devoid of any color. Even as my soul seemed to vanish, I let out moans of pleasure, reaching another climax. This time it was a true climax. My mind was blank, except for one thought: I was a wanton, lowly sex slave, waiting to be played with by my master. I lay in bed, savoring the sudden onslaught of climax… Just as my mind was completely overwhelmed by desire, a crisp "di~di~di" sound reached my ears—an email! Reluctantly, I opened my inbox. It was that same "inner demon," but this time the subject line was even more enticing: "Key." How did he know again? (Author)
I opened the letter and read it carefully. It turned out the package contained a hidden camera. He knew I wouldn't touch the disc, so he filmed me on the spot. The disc also contained an automatic sending program, and my "exciting footage" had already been automatically sent to him. He said he liked my submissiveness; I was a natural sex slave. Such qualities are far less developed than natural ones, so he decided to train me into the lowest of sex slaves—a toy without human thought or consciousness, always ready with my body, waiting to be trained by my master. If I agreed, I would sign my name, and then I would officially become his sex toy, what he called a "product," forever stripped of my human rights, a toy purely for his pleasure. The clothes I was wearing now were the attire a sex slave must wear at all times, which, of course, could never be removed. But he also gave me a choice, saying that if I didn't want to, I should write "no" at the signature line, and he would tell me how to remove the things from my clothes. "Isn't this exactly what I wanted? What am I hesitating for? I've been waiting for this for so long, isn't this what I've been hoping for? And don't I consider myself a born slut?" So, I resolutely signed the contract.
A while later, he replied: "I'm glad you chose the path you should take." If you choose "no," I won't let you off so easily. I'll tell you now: the bottle you just rubbed on your body wasn't lubricant, but a body modification fluid. It has expelled all the remaining male factors from your body, and after multiple orgasms, it has created a large amount of female factors. After a long period of modification and the stimulation of sexual arousal, your body is now beginning to transform into a woman. And this transformation is irreversible. That latex suit is gradually fusing with your skin. Through the combined effect of the modification fluid, you will have a layer of latex skin. Of course, your sexual organs will also slowly transform into female ones under the influence of the latex and the modification fluid. (Author)
So, as a reward, you can remove the hood before your body is completely modified, but everything below the collar is completely locked and can never be removed. Put that bottle of modification fluid in ice water for 5 minutes, then apply it to your hood, and you can remove it. Now all you have to do is enjoy the pleasure of your body every day. I will contact you again once your body modification is complete.”
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Latex Sex Slave 2
Sorry, because this story was so exaggerated, I didn't know how to continue. I was planning to give up, but now that I'm on vacation at home, I've written a little more. I hope you all like it~ Your replies are my biggest motivation~ (Myself)

Last time, I mentioned that my parents were about to come home from work, and all I had left of my costume was the hood; the rest of my body was still locked in its grip. What should I do? Luckily, I'm quite clever and came up with a brilliant idea.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!" When the 6 o'clock bell rang, I found a basin of hot water, filled a bottle with some, and put my face in the basin to "warm it up"...
Sure enough, 10 minutes later, my parents came home. I quickly lay down in bed. "Mom, I'm sick, I feel so bad!" I preemptively made my move.
"Oh dear, your face is all red! Are you that sick? Let me take your temperature."
"Hehe, I was prepared," I thought to myself, but feigned a pained expression. I took the thermometer and placed it in the hot water I had prepared. As soon as the temperature plummeted, I quickly pulled it out.
"It's 40 degrees! No, I have to call the doctor!" My mother's expression was even more pained than mine.
"Ah? No need, I'll just take some medicine and rest." "No, this isn't a minor illness. Have your dad stay with you. I'll go call the doctor." Before I could say anything, my mother opened the door and left.
"Oh no, I've played with fire! I didn't expect this. When the doctor comes, listening to my heartbeat and taking my pulse, I'll be completely exposed! Oh God, help me!" ...
Twenty minutes passed in trembling fear when my mother returned, accompanied by the doctor. This time, my expression was one of genuine anguish. I closed my eyes, like a condemned prisoner awaiting execution, anticipating the consequences of my shameful behavior being exposed…
“It’s alright, little brother. Take some medicine, get an injection, and you’ll be fine. Don’t be afraid, sweetheart,” a sweet, angelic voice rescued me from the execution platform. Hearing such a voice, sweeter than honey, I felt a gentle, soothing breeze caress my entire body. I couldn’t help but open my eyes, and in that instant, I felt a sudden burst of light, as if I had been given a second life. The owner of that voice was none other than the beautiful woman who had delivered my package that morning, the one I lingered with. Looking at her pristine nurse’s uniform, she seemed purer than any angel in white.
She then slipped her hand under the covers, but without performing any medical procedures; she simply left it there, without even touching my body.
"How is he? He seems very sick," Mom asked anxiously.
"It's nothing, just a bit of a cold. He'll be fine soon with some medicine," Angel replied. "But if you want him to get better quickly, he needs an injection, and it would be best if he also had an IV drip. He should be better by tomorrow."
"Oh, okay, then I'll leave everything to you." Mom's anxious and pained expression finally eased. "Oh right, I almost forgot about the important matter."
"Important matter? What's with this nurse? She seems to know the secret under my blanket and is intentionally helping me hide it. Who is she?" She asked, thinking to herself, "What important matter, Mom?"
"Hehe, guess who she is?" Mom said with a smile. "Let me formally introduce her to you. This is the girl I told you about last time, the one I was going to introduce to you. What do you think? Does she suit your taste? She's the top student at the Capital Medical College. Okay, you two chat, I'll go cook for you. By the way, do you remember her name I told you about last time? Yuxin!!" After saying that, Mom pulled Dad out...
Now, only the two of us were left in the house. I was so excited. Such a beautiful angel was sitting next to me, and she was my future girlfriend! Oh my god. Just as I was getting excited, she spoke. "Hehe, you're quite bold. I thought you would go out and hide."
"What do you mean?"
"Dongnu, why don't you kneel before your master!"
"Who are you? Heart Demon??" "You slut, do you think you can just call your master's name like that? You sex slave!" As she spoke, without any mercy, "slap!" A slap landed on my face. My right cheek immediately burned with pain. "Still sitting there pretending to be sick? Do you want to really make Master angry?"
What's with the melancholy? I jumped out of the covers and knelt on the bed. "I'm sorry, Master, Dongnu is stupid. Please punish me!"
"Hmm, that's more like it. But you did a good job today. I was planning to wait until the latex suit fused with your skin before proceeding with the next step of modification, but it seems I'll have to move it up. If I hadn't just happened to see you pretending to be sick through the camera lens, what were you going to do? I don't want my product to be exposed."
"I'm sorry, Master, Dongnu won't dare to do it again. From now on, Dongnu will obey Master's arrangements in everything."
"Hmm, that's a good boy. Lower your head."
Master commanded. How could I dare to think that much? Obeying Master without hesitation is what a sex slave should do. I know that. I obediently lowered my head, and felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck.
"Alright, you're branded now. You're my personal property now. I'll train you into the most despicable and lewd sex slave in the world. Isn't this what you wanted most? Now, stick your ass up."
"Yes, Master." I was already ecstatic. I never thought I'd actually found a master, and such a beautiful one at that. Wasn't this exactly what I'd always dreamed of?
I rolled over and stuck my ass up high. I saw my master pick up a syringe. I thought she was going to give me an enema, but to my surprise, she gave me a proper injection. "Strange, didn't Master know I was faking illness? Why is she giving me an injection?" I thought to myself, but I didn't dare ask. I knew that sex slaves couldn't question their master's training.
"Okay, lie down, put your hands out." Like a toy that understands its master's commands, I let her do as she pleased. First, she spread my legs, then took out a thin tube and connected it to the small hole in the front of the chastity belt that connects to the urinary catheter. Then she connected the other end to the tail of the large penis in my anus. Slowly, I felt something flowing from the dildo into my anus. Sure enough, she was going to give me an enema, but I had to do it myself, and it was my own urine. Because I couldn't control my urination, as long as there was urine secreted in my bladder, it would flow directly into my intestines through that tube. And given the design, I guessed that it was a one-way street, only going in and not going out. So I was constantly being trained to have an enema. This feeling really excited me.
"Alright, keep your legs spread wide like this, don't close them. You probably guessed it was a urine enema, but you won't know its other purpose. Your urine contains a small amount of male hormones, and the injection I just gave you was a drug that promotes the secretion of female hormones. With the catalytic effect of your small amount of male hormones, it will secrete a larger amount of female hormones to accelerate the feminization of your body. Now, stretch out your hand so I can give you an IV. This is also a kind of modification fluid, and it's the key point because it can enter your bloodstream and start modifying your genes, modifying your XY chromosomes, completely turning them into female chromosomes. Of course, it can also anesthetize your nerves at the same time, directly implanting the concept of a sex slave into your brain. Only then will you be a complete sex slave. I've put a lot of effort into you, and I hope you won't disappoint me."
Hearing this, I could no longer suppress the flames beating in my heart. It seems I've indeed chosen the right path. "Yes, Master, Dongnu will obey all your commands. Please modify Dongnu's body and consciousness."
"Hmm, very good. Put this ball in your mouth. This is a living ball, a tool I just developed. You'll experience its wonders for yourself. Now you can go to sleep."
"Yes, Master." Hearing this, I closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep. First, my rectum was constantly being filled with my own urine. Although I hadn't eaten much today, the urine seemed to wriggle inside, directly affecting that large penis, which was slowly thrusting in and out. I also had an indescribable feeling in my body, an itch all over, and it seemed like I wanted the large penis in my anus to thrust harder. I unconsciously started to move my hips, like a wanton sex slave being penetrated by her master. And the ball in my mouth, it really was alive. Since it entered my mouth, it kept rolling back and forth. Gradually, I felt that it wasn't a ball, but sometimes it looked like a man's penis and sometimes like a woman's clitoris, and even a little liquid would occasionally flow out. This was the first time I had ever "tasted" something like this, and I really liked it. Although I was holding it in my mouth, it held absolute control. It felt like a huge penis was being thrust into my throat, and semen would occasionally be ejaculated into my wanton mouth. I loved the feeling of being a sex slave, completely controlled by someone else's lust, with no other thoughts. The world seemed so simple. My upper and lower orifices were being blocked and penetrated, as if I were being penetrated by two men at the same time. This pleasure was driving me crazy, and I climaxed again and again in this extreme pleasure. Gradually, due to the numbness of my nerves, my mind gradually went blank, leaving only the thirst for desire...
While I was enjoying my climax, after the IV drip was finished, the master told my mother that I had just fallen asleep and to try not to disturb me. He said I would be fine after I woke up. After explaining everything, he said he would come to see me again tomorrow and then left. Before leaving, she locked my room door and took the key with her. I only found out when I woke up the next morning. After a night of alterations, what did I look like when I woke up?
I think only the owner knows.

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