Just for a change I thought I would let my rubber doll maid client tell you, in his own words, how much he enjoyed his recent rubber doll transformation at my hands in the BDSM Laboratory, with its huge cross-dressing wardrobe, and all those essential little rubber accessories that can help me create and transform a sissy rubber doll from even the most unpromising of male candidates.
Naturally, I usually tell all my rubber slaves that they should speak only when spoken to whilst they are in my presence, but what follows is his account of the sexual excitement he felt once he had delivered himself into the hands of his bondage Mistress.
“Looking in the huge mirror that covers an entire wall of Miss Miranda’s London BDSM Laboratory, I find myself staring at the perfect sissy rubber maid doll: and then realise that the reflection staring back at me is the sensual rubber creature into which my Mistress has transformed me.
I look so cute! It is hard to even recognise myself as the guy who had, shortly before, presented himself to her in eager and nervous anticipation to be rubber doll transformed for her amusement and fun.
Now this rubber maid has a pure white doll face with long eyelashes, beautifully pouting, sexy scarlet red, ‘blow-job’ lips, and a cute, black-bobbed hairstyle.
Everything I am now wearing is also perfection: from the carefully pinned and harshly restrictive collar, to the huge latex rubber tits that I’m now proudly showing off to the camera and the chains which hang from the clamps which are squeezing my rubber maid nipples.
“Best of all perhaps is my rubber maid’s latex dress with its little white trimmed apron and my long rubber gloves.
Posing in front of my reflection, my eyes are drawn to the heavy bondage straps around my wrist and ankles which are a constant stimulating reminder that I am soon to be in bondage and should relish this temporary freedom which Miss Miranda has given me.
I am, of course, also getting the most intense thrills from knowing that underneath all this rubber, my Mistress has made me wear a rubber garter belt to hold up my sleek and smooth latex stockings.
The sexy rubber lingerie is all hidden away beneath this new hyper-sexualised second skin, but it is so sensual, and I can feel it heightening my lust and desire to serve in humiliating torment.
“Plunged into my bizarre twilight world of altered identity, I am already having the most lustful of thoughts.
I am desperate to touch myself, and utterly desperate to fuck; even though I know only too well that this is something that will be denied to me by my Mistress.
She is, however, kind enough to allow me to pose alongside her in front of the mirror. If I had the nerve, I would mention that my own rubber maid breasts are almost as prominent and attractive as my Mistress’s magnificent tits…. But I know that such inappropriate thoughts will end in punishment and tears for me.
“My session slips into a new submissive mood as my rubber skirts are lifted, and I feel Mistress’s hand smacking my rubber-clad bottom to ensure my compliance.
I’m forced down onto the floor at Miss Miranda’s feet to be further indoctrinated with her tried and tested techniques.
I’m soon being probed, lubricated, explored, and penetrated with an electrified butt-plug; it’s precisely the way that all rubbed doll sluts should be treated. In the hours that follow I find myself being restrained with ever-increasing layers of bondage: beginning with my wrists and ankles and moving up through the gears towards total body immobilisation so that I am helpless to resist any games that my Mistress may wish to play.
“I begin to slip into the sexiest of dreams as I’m intoxicated and hear Mistress’s incessant and repeated demands to breath in and breathe out as just the perfect time to feel her special aroma treatment.
I am aware that Mistress is succeeding in her plan to make me more and more submissive so that I gradually grow insane with my lust and need for such treatment.
I begin to fear that I’m being smothered as more intense hoods are bought into play to block out my senses. Mistress takes her time to arouse me, but never lets me forget that I am her plaything and that she can cut off my air at any time with the simple application of her gloved hand. I feel myself being masturbated, slowly teased and tormented as I relinquish total cock control to my Mistress’s careful yet relentless attention.
