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Thirsty and worn out after listening to industry goons spout rhetoric for hours, the bar was exactly where I wanted to be. The convention had been a complete waste of time, serving only to take me out of town and away from familiar surroundings for a week. I chose this bar in particular because it was the last place I expected to find any of the convention attendees; goodness knows I'd had enough of them for one night. It was a little grim, but not uninviting. It seemed to have a loosely gothic theme, although the clientele ensured that a little of the trashy atmosphere the big city oozed managed to bleed its way in. Of course, in my frame of mind I couldn't care less about that. All I was interested in was a nice cold pint and something to take my mind off business.

Several beers later I found myself feeling a little better. I looked around the bar and saw people dancing, others drinking like me and, now and then, people would come and go from another section of the establishment. Curious, I stood up and walked over to see what was on the other side of the doorway. Almost immediately, an exotically-dressed woman stepped out and blocked my path.

I was a little awestruck; she was stunningly beautiful, not to mention wearing an overtly sexual outfit: I worked my way up, starting at her knee-length high-heeled leather boots, following them up to a pair of black latex stockings. Barely concealing her underwear, a red latex mini-skirt was next, followed by a tight leather corset which pulled tight her already slender figure. A low-cut top showed off her perfect orbs, and as I moved up to her long, silky black hair, I was met with a deviant smile.

"You'll do", she stated rather matter-of-factly.

Confused, I looked around to make sure she wasn't talking to someone else.

"Follow me", she smiled. I didn't need to be told twice. We walked down a corridor where the mysterious beauty was joined by another woman. This younger girl was equally gorgeous and just as overt in her attire, a rubber French maid's outfit. She seemed shyer than her friend, tagging along behind, not making eye contact, nor saying a word.

In fact, neither of them said anything until we got to the end of the corridor.

***

"Restraints", calmly ordered the first woman. With a metallic clunk, the one in the maid's uniform quickly handed her something. Before I could comprehend what she had asked for, I felt my hands being pulled behind my back. With a click, I realised I had just been cuffed!

"Now help me get him down to the dungeon!" she commanded. Stunned, I allowed myself to be pulled along by the handcuffs and taken down to the basement of the house.

As the door was thrust open, I stopped to examine the contents of the expansive room; the walls were undressed brick, the floor polished concrete and the décor primitive and wooden. She wasn't kidding when she used the word 'dungeon'. Large shelves, cabinets and racks were placed about the perimeter of the room. I couldn't see clearly but they seemed to contain some rather perverted hardware; sex toys of all shapes and sizes, lots of leather and other bondage gear. This made me feel a little nervous; what had I gotten myself into?

Then I noticed the centrepiece of the room; a large wooden platform, padded with leather and oriented at a slight incline. Straps adorned the platform in the places you would expect a person to place their wrists, ankles and neck. I felt a hard slap on my rear and I was pushed forward further into the room.

"Strip", she said authoritatively.

"Excuse me?" I said. My god, she was forthcoming.

She sighed disapprovingly and forced me into a bent-over position. Nodding to her maid, the pair started aggressively removing my clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor.

"Hey, hey! There's no need to hurt me. In case you can't tell, the thought of being undressed by two hot girls doesn't exactly bother me", I joked. Their expressions didn't change and before I knew it, they were pulling off my underwear. I tried to make it a little easier for them, but they seemed intent on keeping me held down throughout. "Okay, okay, I'm naked. Now what can I do for you, ladies?"

They let me stand up straight again. "Lay down on the platform and spread your arms and legs out", the dominant one ordered. Shrugging, I complied, hoping I might be rewarded with an explanation of what was going on here...

Instead, I was slowly strapped into place. Not loosely in a fun and kinky sort of way either, each one was tightened as far as possible until I was rendered completely unable to escape... not that I wanted to at this point.

The maid passed her something shiny and they both came nearer. I could see that they were each holding an arm-length latex glove and a similar-looking stocking, both bright pink. Confused, I struggled but I was still restrained and they casually started to dress me.

My suspicions were confirmed, this woman was definitely perverse to say the least. And pink? That was a little humiliating... but perhaps that's what this person was into.

Both women worked together to ensure that the gloves and stockings were rolled up as far as they would go, and that they were free of any wrinkles or other imperfections. They felt quite nice, and if not for the colour they would have been passably unisex.

"Fetch me the rest of our guest's... outfit", she said after some thought. The girl nodded silently.

***

The maid girl returned with yet another item, and handed it to her dominant partner. "Thank you, dear. Now run along and go about your duties until I call for you again", ordered the woman.

"More pink? What is this?" I asked. She grinned and lifted up my arms before I could stop her, and pulled the rubber item over my head and down to my neck. Obviously not a hood, I figured. She restored my arms to their restrained position and continued.

As she pulled the item over my chest, flattening it out in the process, I realised this item of rubber clothing was not a shirt or top but in fact a bra! And as if that wasn't enough, the baggy cups ended in two nipple-shaped valves... an inflatable garment! The pink gloves and stockings were bad enough, but a bra? I was no longer being made to look suggestively feminine; this was the beginning of a transformation into a woman!

"What are you doing? Stop this, please! I don't want to be dressed up as a girl..."

Once again, she turned and carried on with what she was doing, obviously hearing me but choosing not to so much as acknowledge my protest. I was just about ready to give up all hope of getting through to this strange woman who had seemingly taken me hostage. She bent forward and inflated each breast by mouth, gently cupping them with her hand as she did so. I could feel them expanding, pushing back on my own nipples beneath. They were now sticking out proudly and unashamedly by about a foot.

I can only imagine how stupid I must have looked in this getup; a man, naked and strapped to a platform, wearing dainty pink gloves and stockings, and now sporting a bra with ridiculously overproportioned inflatable breasts. The woman stepped back briefly to examine her handiwork, a wry grin appearing on her face as she did so.

She approached again, this time with a bottle of silicone lube. After applying generous amounts to each rubber boob, she began sensually rubbing the clear goo into them. Deliberately overworking them, she added to the puzzling array of feelings running through me by making soft sensual noises. I was at a loss to understand what was going on here... At first, when she dragged me down to the basement, I had just thought that she was being seductive and a little kinky... Then I was genuinely frightened when she strapped me down and started dressing me up, totally ignoring my objections. Now I was starting to feel deeply pleasured by the experience...

"There... you like having your boobs touched and caressed, don't you my little girl?"

This was beginning to get beyond the limits of what I was prepared to tolerate, even if her intentions were merely erotic. I gathered my senses and stammered, "I'm not a girl! I'm a guy, now stop this! I don't know what you're playing at, but this is beyond a joke now..." I waited for a response but she remained silent, simply staring at me. "Listen to me, damn it! Let me out, you stupid bitch!"

Her expression shifted from amusement to anger. To nobody in particular, she muttered, "I can see you're going to be trouble. But, no matter, I know just the thing to discipline a rude little slut..." And with that, she produced something long and black from the shelf. Walking up behind me, just out of my field of view, she firmly thrust the object into my mouth. I knew instantly that I had been gagged with a very large silicone cock, and reacted immediately by coughing and struggling. I tried to push it out of the way with my tongue, but it was no use. She rammed it down further and snapped, "Suck!"

I was genuinely frightened as the dildo was secured in place and I was left with no choice but to continue taking it in my mouth. "I'm going to leave you here while you learn how to behave like a proper little cock-slut", commanded the mistress as she left the room.

My eyes widened as I realised that I had not only associated my captor with the role of mistress, but also because I had begun to suck on the shaft. I immediately stopped, feeling ashamed of myself and stunned that my mind would defy me in such a way. My heart sank as I realised that there was no way I could escape from my bonds, and that I would have to remain in this depraved position until someone released me. I toyed with the notion that perhaps it was better for me to try and enjoy it, but after realising I was doing it again, I stopped. The mind-fuck continued for some time until the mistress... no... captor, returned.

***

The woman who, at the time, I had been only too eager to be imprisoned by, came back into the room with a distinctly disciplinary look on her face. This was not a good sign. I was still spread-eagle on the platform, in a state of total humiliation; helplessly sucking on a dildo, dressed in pink feminising rubber. It was about to get worse.

"I hope you've had time to think about your attitude, my little cock-sucking whore..." I struggled defiantly, but of course it was to no avail. "But just in case, I've brought you something to help with that", she said cruelly.

Sure enough, she was holding another dildo, even larger than the one in my mouth. Moving behind the platform, she slid open a hidden compartment that granted her access to my rear. I started to panic, muffling loudly though my gag and doing my best to wriggle my shamelessly exposed arsehole out of her reach... it didn't work. First came the cold sensation of lubricant being applied, then it was there between my cheeks like an uninvited stranger at the door. With what I imagined was a great deal of experience in this sort of depravity, the gelatinous phallus was worked progressively further and further into me. It was as painful as you might expect, but the pain was combined with a guilty pleasure which became undeniably intense. She managed to work the head in past my sphincter, and soon the remainder of the enormous length was driven home.

A girlish moan escaped from my gagged mouth, which the mistress obviously heard, and probably took a great deal of satisfaction in. Even though she intended to leave the cock inside me, she continued to tease me by sliding it in and out, stopping to check for more involuntary reactions from me. When I finally took control of myself and stopped mewling like a pathetic sex kitten, she rammed the cock home and closed the compartment, securing it in place.

My captor called her submissive rubber maid over and whispered an order into her ear...

"...and make sure it's sealed tight. I don't want this one making a mess", she said, turning towards me and grinning sinisterly.

Next, I felt the all-too-familiar touch of cold latex around my thighs, as something was pulled up over my genitals. My view of it was obstructed by the maid dressing me, but it felt quite baggy and rustled a lot as it was adjusted into place. Swiftly enough came the sound of a valve being unscrewed and a bulb being pumped by hand. The item began to swell and tighten. When the maid was finished I looked down to see what had been placed on me... It was large and pink like the rest of what I had been forced into, but grossly puffy and swollen from the inflation. Running horizontally along the contours were white latex frills; unmistakably feminine, in fact, downright sissy. Then I noticed the seams. They were made of thick latex and were deliberately much tighter than the rest of the dainty, frill-endowed pillow. With horror, I realised that the garment was not just another inflatable accessory designed to stop me from struggling; it was a giant diaper, complete with a sealed valve to access my tortured, stuffed anus.

"Leave us, maid. Your task is finished." She waited until the submissive girl had left the room before continuing.

"Because you acted like a rude little child, this will stay on. You will soil yourself," she said with certainty, "but pretty soon you won't care about that." I futilely grunted and protested, dreading what would be in store for me if I had to go to the toilet. My mind began to wander as I wondered how long she intended to keep me like this, and what her motivations were. Did she want to teach me some sort of sick lesson, or was she deranged enough to just leave me to rot?

"When I'm finished, you will give yourself to me entirely", she stated. "You will be my slave, my bitch, an object to be used... and you will love every second of it." As she said those words, my mind was blasted by images of pleasure and servitude... of me sucking cock, being fucked, obeying mindlessly and being completely unable to resist. This was frightening... somehow she was putting these images into my head, conditioning me... I could hardly bring myself to admit it, but I was starting to get extremely horny at this notion.

Right on cue, the mistress tapped a remote control and the dildo in my anus began to vibrate. She knew what was going on in my head and she was teasing me, worse, she was making it harder for me to resist. I let out a pitiful moan, and as she read my expression she threw her head back and laughed loudly. She pressed another button and my breasts began to inflate and deflate in rapid succession. Soon, the cock in my mouth sprang to life as well.

To my shame, I lost the plot for a moment and started moaning effeminately as waves of pleasure wracked my tortured body. Then, when I was at my weakest, the mistress uttered four terrifying words...

"Give in to me."

"Submit yourself entirely, my little cock-sucking, diaper-wearing fem-slut..." I protested, trying in vain to struggle, but there was something so warm and inviting about letting go and becoming a mindless sex toy...

No, I was playing right into her hands. I had to regain control before I lost myself forever. I regained my composure and stared into her eyes in desperate defiance...

But it was no good. She repeated the hypnotic phrase again, this time lightly sliding a gloved hand across my throbbing, imprisoned balls.

"Give in to me, slave."

This time I couldn't hold back, and my mind melted into submission. All too soon I felt my body surrender, and my bladder along with it. With horrible inevitability, my muscles gave way and I pissed myself. Totally ashamed, I could do nothing but cringe as the inflatable diaper began to fill. More and more flowed, bringing back sensations I hadn't felt since infancy. All too quickly, though, these memories were replaced by deep desires to serve and obey.

***

So there I sat, covered almost head-to-toe in sickly-sweet pink latex. To say that it was humiliating was a severe understatement; for I had not only been totally emasculated, feminised and restrained to the point where I could barely breathe, but now I was helplessly bathing in my own warm urine. Even so, the brainwashing was beginning to take effect again, and for a small moment I started to enjoy my predicament.

"There, I knew you couldn't resist me. Cheer up, slave, you're going to enjoy this next part." She grinned mischievously and clicked her fingers. Suddenly, with a mechanical whirr, the checkerboard pattern on the ceiling was disturbed as four rods descended from the hidden compartments. Snaking down each metal rod was a length of ribbed rubber tubing, terminating in a large nozzle. The movement caused the contents of my diaper to slosh around, serving as a nasty reminder of what I was sitting in.

She quickly interrupted the process the poke two short rubber tubes into my nostrils, but I could scarcely think straight enough to wonder why.

I tried to cry out, but the impossibly-long rubber phallus in my mouth muffled the sound into a girlish moan. My new mistress sat down in a nearby inflatable chair, crossing her legs sophisticatedly, watching on... My heart raced as I heard a gushing sound as something descended into the tubes. Seconds later there was a blast of pressure and thick, viscous (and bright pink!) liquid latex spewed forth from the nozzles. In moments I was sealed in yet another layer of rubber. As it rapidly dried, it became opaque, perfectly concealing the myriad of devices that were humiliating me into total submission beneath.

I now resembled a puffy pink sex doll, totally smooth and utterly unable to move. The silicone dildos in my mouth and anus somehow managed to avoid being encased, but they still showed no sign of relenting on their intrusion any time soon. The tubes in my nose also seemed to remain unobstructed; and amazingly I was somehow still able to see.

"Now it's time to paint you up, dolly."

There was a clunking of canisters and another whoosh of liquid as whorish features were airbrushed onto my rigid rubber body; firstly, a slut-red circle around my mouth to form a grotesque pair of lips, then came two white eyes, complete with luscious feminine eyelashes. The inflatable breasts that had been placed unwillingly on my chest were now decorated with huge areolas and generously large nipples. With a sudden burst, my tightly-filled anus was encircled with an overt O-shaped ring. Finally, an artificial vagina formed by the folds in my saggy, wet inflatable diaper was brought to life in deep pink.

Mistress changed her tone abruptly. "Alright, the fun's over. It's time to serve now." And with that, the clamps on my wrists, ankles and neck were released. I stumbled onto my feet, uneasy at the centre of this puffy prison suit. I tentatively took a few steps, but the rigidity of my dollish body proved too much, and I fell forwards. Thankfully, the padding of my enormous boobs stopped me from hurting myself, but the cock inside me pushed deeper and the contents of my diaper were shaken around. I shivered in disgust, but then the brainwashing reasserted itself and I moaned erotically.

"How cute", the mistress sneered, "my little diaper-slut likes being wet and helpless..." Even in my hazy mindset I could tell that she was taking far too much pleasure in watching me humiliate myself.

I was seriously losing control of myself, and it was at this critical stage that mistress was at her most cruel. While I was helplessly wriggling face-down on the floor, she knelt down and firmly pulled on the cock in my rear. With an audible pop, it slid out completely. She turned me over and yanked out the gag as well. I tried to cry out, but something had changed... my lips were stuck to the thick rubber, forced into the same grotesque shape as the painted-on pair I also sported. I started drooling, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I moaned again as my punished rectum was sealed up by the valve in my diaper-pants.

Not only was I distorted into this horrid doll shape and totally unable to resist against it, but now my tortured mind registered the absence of the cocks from my mouth and anus... and it reacted with yearning. I wanted to be used and fucked so badly that it actually hurt. My mind regressed further, and I started to cry girlishly. As if that wasn't terrible enough, both my bladder and my bowels emptied into the already-wet diaper. I realised that I no longer had any control over my body.

"There there, little dolly. We'll find you a nice real cock to plug up that drooling mouth of yours", she taunted. I was helped back onto my feet, but I couldn't stop wailing. I was trapped in a useless body and all I could think about was cock. "...and I might even have your diaper changed in a few days, if you're a good little girl of course."

***

I had become a product, with only one purpose; to be used. And used I was, over and over again. It seemed like an endless stream of male clients were sent in to use the mistress' live-in rubber sex doll.

Some just fucked my pussy, now deliciously warm and puffy from the mess in my diaper, although they probably didn't know why my luxurious folds felt so good. Others took advantage of my permanently-wet mouth, my urge to suck satisfied by the fact that I still had control of my tongue. Some even took me from behind, which, although painful and humiliating did at least ensure that I would get a diaper change.

My breasts were just as popular. The men loved to slide themselves up and down over my slick curvaceous front, squishing down on the inflatable orbs. I began to develop heightened sensitivity in my own nipples, buried deep beneath the rubber. Soon, being titty-fucked was just as unnaturally pleasurable as being fucked any other way.

I began to lose track of time, other things too... Memories of my former self started to fade, replaced by the belief that I had always been a helpless sex toy. Any illusion of masculinity disappeared too, I was now completely feminised, my own cock lost forever deep down in the depths of a messy diaper. I even forgot my name...

Not long after that, I stopped thinking altogether. I no longer thought... I just was. Just a mindless, slutty, sissy, messy, pathetic little sex doll...

...and at last I was happy.