Julia screamed as she came, the ecstasy of her orgasm mingling with the beguiling pleasure of wearing a full latex helmet for the first time. Sex with Sara was always deeply satisfying but she had never experienced anything quite as intense as this before. Julia moaned softly as a second climax began to build deep in her latex-covered abdomen and she knew then that there would be no going back. As she came, Julia knew that she was now a dedicated fetishist, addicted beyond any hope of relief to the dark pleasures of her new depravity.
An hour later, Julia sat in comfortable isolation, cacooned in a skin-tight bodysuit of shimmering latex while she slowly recovered from her recent exertions. She was only half-awake, adrift in a world of rubber pleasures where her awakening sexual needs were catered for with satisfying regularity. She breathed deeply, growing more accustomed to the hiss of air as she drew it eagerly into her lungs through the myriad of pipes and bags attached to her elaborate suit.
She moved slightly, thrilling to the unfamiliar sensation of the twin dildos sealed deep inside her body beneath the glistening membrane of rubber, which now covered her completely. The incredible fullness of her anus made her gasp loudly but the sound remained a secret, muffled by the thick latex of her new helmet. Just as her climax had done an hour before, the gentler pleasures of rubber isolation continued to corrupt her fertile imagination. She had no idea when Sara would release her from her bondage and the intense reliance, the complete trust she had in her lover, made her feel incredibly docile. Sara had explained in great detail what would be expected of her when she was finally released from her latex prison. After this initiation, Julia was to be nothing more than a rubber plaything, completely sexually compliant and totally submissive, an obedient fetish slave subject only to the whims of her mistress.
Julia shuddered in pleasure as she considered the ramifications of total acquiescence, the final abdication of responsibility and self-control. She wondered what it would mean to be forced to submit fully to Sara’s dominance, what terrible acts she might have to perform in order to give her lover pleasure but without responsibility there would be no guilt and, beneath the secure anonymity of her bizarre latex clothing, Julia smiled.
The months had passed quickly and Roberta wondered what had happened to the time. It seemed only yesterday that she had been someone completely different, pleading for her life with a gun pointed at her head but now all that seemed like a distant memory. She rose from the comfort of her bed. The flat was rather nice even though she hadn’t really had time to decorate it properly yet. Jeremy had been generous, allowing her to buy pretty much whatever she wanted. She gazed at herself in one of the numerous long mirrors and smiled broadly; her surgery had been a complete success and, now a voluptuous raven-haired femme fatale, Roberta wanted for little. It had surprised her at first, the attention she received from quite a number of the male employees at the clinic, but she soon learned to take advantage of her indisputable attractiveness. Roberta giggled to herself, remembering how she had quickly picked up a bit of a ‘reputation’ amongst a number of the younger male doctors. This was long before she had actually succumbed to the temptations of her recently feminized flesh of course, but she found it all very amusing and Jeremy didn’t seem to mind her flirting a little.
Jeremy, despite his violent reputation, had become a surprisingly sensitive and caring friend and quickly established himself as the most desirable of her many suitors. He was also the most affluent and, despite some residual guilt about the materialistic nature of her attraction, Roberta eventually summoned up the courage to ask him out. Furtive hugs followed their dates and then, once she had lost the last of her masculine prejudices, Roberta grew more accustomed to occasional kisses and even some ungainly fondling if she had had enough to drink. Eventually, Roberta found herself lured into Jeremy’s bed and it was here, more out of curiosity than anything else, that she finally succumbed to her boyfriend’s increasingly desperate sexual advances. The first time had been the hardest but Jeremy had been particularly generous that evening and, with her body obviously ripe for some form of sexual release, Roberta surrendered easily enough. Roberta smiled broadly, wondering how she had become such a terrible slut. However, shame was no longer a word in her vocabulary and she slowly found herself coming to terms with sleeping with a man and it wasn’t so long before she started to enjoy Jeremy’s body as much as he enjoyed hers. She was now quite a skilled lover she reminded herself and certainly risqué enough to keep Jeremy satisfied and she didn’t really mind his other women that much. He never bought them as many gifts as he bought her so she must have been doing something right and anyway, she was far more imaginative in bed than any of the competition.
Roberta showered, enjoying the warm water spraying across her voluptuous breasts and trickling softly between the smooth whiteness of her sensitive thighs. She lingered a moment caressing the soft folds of her surgically enhanced crotch, no longer concerned by the ugly male member that used to taunt her so horribly. The full gender reassignment had been another of Jeremy’s gifts and she loved him for it, for giving her the opportunity to become a real woman. He owned her now, body and soul and the knowledge both shocked and excited her. Roberta wanted him more because of it and she was resigned to her weakness and docility. She promised herself that she would make a special effort to please him that night. Her imagination was already working overtime as she considered what to wear.
Choosing her favorite shoulder-length latex gloves, Roberta pulled a tight rubber top over her shoulders, marvelling as the delicious fabric caressed her skin, sealing itself to the graceful curves of her feminized body as it zipped tightly closed at the back of her neck. She then slipped into a matching latex mini-skirt, flattering enough to raise more than a few eyebrows with the neighbors and short enough to appeal to Jeremy’s rather basic fashion instincts. Finally, putting on her seven-inch platform heels, Roberta wandered into the garden where she would wait patiently for Jeremy to return.