Chapter 1: It came in a luxury velvet box
“Don’t just be a good sissy! Be THE Perfect Sissy!
The NEW EXCLUSIVE cage design of the VIOLET™ 2.0 ensures permalocking, ensuring full and complete control by your dominant, linked to fingerprinting technology on their mobile phone, so they are the only ones capable of unlocking. SAY GOODBYE TO OLD-FASHIONED, CHEATABLE, CHEAP KEYS.
Each VIOLET™ 2.0 has a UNIQUE control chip with military-grade cryptographic capacity, ensuring it CANNOT BE HACKED, SHORT CIRCUITED OPEN or TRICKED OUT OF LOCK by clever horny gurls. You know who you are! Also, the rubber-like texture of the cage can be fine-tuned by the app to calibrate the built in dampening mechanisms, ensuring shocks and vibrations, even from the strongest toys against the clit, are completely useless.
The patented self-ruining algorithm also ensures a healthy prostate for your sissy, guaranteed timely pleasureless milking. You can set it to learn when your gurl is out of the public eye and give her the gift of a shameful surprise cum leak after a prostate burst too quick to allow her to even start to build up a sissygasm. But enough to ensure it will be marked by trembling knees and a loud moan. A week of the algorithm is enough to teach even the most bad girl sissy who’s in complete control of her entire sexuality.
VIOLET™ 2.0 uses a unique and patent-pending generative evolutionary incremental locking system dependent on our patent-pending carbon nanotube structure, making it impossible for voluntary or involuntary escapes.
Now matter how much of a magician your sissy believes to be, once you hear the CLICK, that YOU OWN THAT SISSY FOR GOOD!
The Violet Corporation would like to make clear it doesn’t condone the usage of devices and violence for the sexual submission and slavery of others. The Violet Corporation through our ‘RainBow TeamTM’ initiative wants to make sure it respects diversity and embraces all forms of love and all walks of life between consenting adults. The usage of the VIOLETTM 2.0 is the sole responsibility of the wearer, and by wearing the VIOLETTM 2.0 cage you consent, the Violet Corporation cannot be held legally responsible for any side effects of wearing the cage. The VIOLETTM2.0 cage contains proprietary nanotechnology, and transformations, mutation, body alterations, increase of libido, decrease of libido, baldness, hair growth, breast reduction, breast growth, breast removal, loss of genitals, growth of genitals, genital multiplication, conversion of body parts into genitals, skin insensitivity, skin hypersensitivity, brain fog, brain sharpness, loss of lust, induced lust, accidental orgasms, telepathy between wearer and dominant, loss of body control and autonomy are amongst the known side effects. New side effects may be discovered and added at any moment. Please discuss your need for chastity with your preferred physician and ask for a recommendation for our VIOLETTM 2.0 as the right cage for you or your sissy.”
He kept looking at the advertisement flashing at his screen. The blinking background hurt his eyes, but he could not look away, for it touched something inside of him. The small lines were both too small to read with ease, but the block of small text caught his attention, and curiosity for why it was so extensive. Nothing good ever came from such a thick block of tiny text. It was now on every single site he visited looking for his horny needs, even on ads in between videos on his favorite streaming sites. Maybe it should be unethical to allow advertisement to be put between sissy hypnos, but it flashed for his eyes the same way, several times each night. “It was surely becoming popular” he thought, as he also noticed many keyholders kept asking for this specific cage to play with. It was starting to feel like if you were not a “Violet Sissy”, as those locked with this cage were being called, you could not even find anyone interested in you. Kind of a tribe of their own. Or maybe a breed of their own.
Of course, the price tag was nothing to be laughed at, a few times that of an expensive computer, or a fine crafted watch. His fears of being locked up by others, also played a role in his reluctance. He was scared. Scared and deeply aroused. And the images of the perfect gurly “Violet Sissies” popping everywhere, all locked in this cage, all perfectly feminized, added more and more to the unrealistic dream scenario. Happy and Locked. Locked and Happy. Happy and Locked started to become one when they talked about in their testimonies. Many videos now started with sissies thanking their dominants for the life changing experience. Their photos quickly became the next big thing, replacing even AI generated images, as mostly of what you found online searching for sissies. It was so incredible a switch in such a short time, to the point that finding out if what you saw was an actual photograph of a “Violet Sissy” or a fantastical AI Generated image, was almost impossible. Images of rubbery, shiny pink and black perfectly feminized sissies, begging for release, touching themselves, stroking the nub of the cage to no avail, were now dominating the sissy internet.
One video on an X-tubster site shows a sissy trying to orgasm with a magic wand strong against her clit, just to break into tears of desperation almost an hour later, screaming she was getting hornier and hornier but not enough for release. Never any release, cursing at her dominant. At a sudden moment, her face twists and she starts screaming “NONONONONO PLEASE NO MISTRESS! I BEG!” before the app on the screen of the streaming showing the cage settings showed lust was set to zero, and a forceful milking was initiated. Her face showed the confused torment of seeing all the pleasure of her lust buildup gone as a puddle of pleasureless cum started flowing out of her caged clit, to a desperate, guttural, painful scream of pure frustration, as her dominant, possibly notified of her puny attempt by an app, sent to her cage a frustrated milking request. Soon, the settings of lust were set back to high, and her tear covered face was licking her own cum and puddle of precum thanking her Owner for the pleasure of a pleasureless frustrated failed orgasm. Her tears and flustered look, aroused into drunkenness, licking the floor between her legs, being real enough.
But HOW could it even work? How could something like this even exist? His horny mind was still inquisitive and wondered about what he saw. Desire and fear concocted into one thing. “How could it work like that? Were these sexy video gurls faking to sell a product and being paid to perform on camera by an advertiser? How could something solid like a cage squeeze?” he asked. It was small, there was no room for a battery. Each sissy seemed to have a variation of the cage, but it was either a bulge or a traditional looking open-ended rubber sheath. So many people vouched for this as magical, but he was afraid of making a purchase to receive just a thicker pair of rubber sheaths and be disappointed. Crude people have vouched for bigger lies to make money on the internet before. But how could so many people be in it? Sure they would never be able to hide angry clients buying it and being pissed. But maybe it was just so expensive, no one really bought it, at least not enough to create a wave. And why only sexy sissies, female looking ones, seem to be making photos and videos with this cage?
Arousal is just like alcohol, sometimes it can be an addictive companion making you brave and assured, more than you should be. And arousal, just like alcohol, is usually a horrible shopping companion, responsible for many canceled purchases the morning after. Yet, another sensual dominant refusing to play on camera, or even talk, without that cage firmly locked around his gurl-cock was enough to get the credit card out of the wallet while stroking his sorry clit in excitement.
The site was enticing to say the least. Tons of shades of pink and black, with large well-polished images of sensually rubber wearing sissies, bending, fucking, sucking after the mandatory age of consent walls have been left behind. He browsed over each page. He read the specification, the brightly colored texts explaining the unique features of the device and its innovative “NanoTEG” power source, as well as the advantages of its carbon nanotube structure for making it impossible to cut or damage and yet thin and light… he ignored all of that and edged deliciously through each number of his credit card and security code, until the purchase was confirmed. Moans and begs of hornier sissies being fucked while locked blasted through his earphones, as he closed on an orgasmic explosion coating the floor of his home office in white, thick cum.
Instant guilt washed over his mind, as the lustful buildup of hours of edging washed away, and instead of basking in the afterglow of release, his mind went instantly to that message of a several thousand dollar warning maxing out his credit card that just pinged on his phone as the weak stream of jizz jetted across the air and caked the small carpet under his desk. In panic, he tries to cancel the pricey order, seeking the “Cancel Order” button. “Track your order”. “Schedule your Delivery”. “Sign up for Notifications”. “Rebuy order”. No “Cancel”. He panicked, realizing too late the site has no purchase regret policies and was not even based on his country, but on a small eastern European one, ruled by a monarch and still with nobility in place. For all purposes, all he could do now was wait or cry. Seeing the messy puddle on the floor, he decides it is best to wait.
As he walks home, late at night, he ponders about the long day at the office, with extra work, a demanding unethical boss and overworked workmates. One of them came up as trans a few months ago, and everyone said they would be ok and accepting of the transition, but the transphobic jokes started just after she started coming to work more and more feminine. First the well-done eyebrows, then a week home due to the damage of laser hair removal, and then the hormonal changes started. She was first moved to a semi-permanent home office, but was let go earlier this week, on the grounds of protecting the company from a discrimination lawsuit. It not only bummed his spirit, as well as everyone supporting her transition, but his love for sissies and cravings to become one, also made him aware he could face the same if his desires ever came out.
Upon arriving in the hall, he went on checking the mailboxes to find a small brown packaged box with discrete VIOLET™ 2.0 written on the content’s description. His heart raced, and on the ride up to his apartment, being tired and spent was slowly being replaced by anticipation. The walk to the front door became a stride and those keys fumbled on his shaking hand, before finding the slot after a few attempts. Suddenly, he knew he had to be inside before any of his neighbors saw him and started talking. In the fearful depths of his mind, he was sure anyone seeing VIOLET™ 2.0 on the package would find out he was a closeted sissy. Once in, the door locked, and the door chains passed through the hoops for good measure, he went straight to the bedroom area, not even caring for even a sandwich. His heart raced with a different kind of hunger.
The package, once ripped, shredded to pieces carelessly within seconds, showed a much sexier, high-end luxury velvety box, black with magnetic latches, and a single pink jewel on the center of the lid, a high-end luxury item feel. Once open, the actual black cage rested inside a cushion of pink velvet, like a small jewel. Once picked up, it had an ethereal and feathery feel in weight and build, while feeling warm to the touch instead of the usual coolness of latex rubber. There were no visible bulges where a battery or electronics would be, while remaining pliable and stretchy. It really looked very much like a normal, but thick, rubber sheath with balls but by a single pink gem encrusted on the position where the lock on a cage would usually be.
Also, the usual USB cable dongle typical of other smart toys was nowhere to be found. The only remaining items inside the box were a very small, square shaped indent on the back side of the lid, where the pink hardcover “Sissy Manual” sat, once removed giving access to a much thicker and heavier book hardcover bound, black covered, silk textured also square shaped manual, called the “Owner’s Manual”. The weighty nature of the box, he noticed, was almost completely due to the bible-like Owner’s Manual. It even had a diary-like heart shaped lock, the key being found once the Owner’s Manual was removed from its inset space.
He flipped over the pink one first, being mostly illustrations on how to put the cage on and activate it. It was indeed very simple; you pressed the pink gem until the open base ring of the “sheath” became pliable and opened slightly. A tiny vibration would be the sign it is ready to use. Then, you pull your forehead back, with a warning it would not close back if the full cock head was not full exposed to the cage, and then insert your “little clitty” as the manual put it, inside the tube portion of the sheath, then your balls into the sack of the cage, and tapped the pink gem twice. The sheath would shrink to size, and enter cage mode, waiting for an owner to take charge.
To remove it was quite simple and intuitive. IF UNLOCKED, you just tap the gem twice again and remove. The manual went on saying it did not require cleaning or shaving, due to the cage’s innovative carbon nanotube material, which would permanently work on “perfect prissydom” and keep the sissy smooth and clean at all times. But it stated the amounts of dead hair and skin cells would be recycled by the cage itself, since it would use the carbon for its own maintenance, and everything else would accumulate on the rubber skin of the sheath, creating a dust-like material that would require regular cleaning. Soap and water were recommended. A unique ID was printed on the last page of the pink book, with bright red big lettered text asking not to lose or divulge in public, and that was the whole of the sissy manual, a little more than a folding leaflet.
Horny, he looked at the little thing on its pink pillow, picked it up, dropping his pants and boxer shorts in a hurried clumsy move, and without even washing or shaving, he did as instructed and felt the rubbery texture smooth over his already wet, hardening clit. Even if he was not too big, being an average sized cock, he wondered if being hard was an issue, but the sheath seemed to grow to accommodate. He tapped the gem twice, and a sudden pressure grasped the very base of his cock, with a gentle discomfort reminding him of a thick, strict cock ring. A small vibration went through his balls and stopped.
Looking down showed him nothing but the very hardened head of his cock, in pure shiny black. Touching felt like the most luxurious and delicious cock sheath in the world. He spared time to stroke a few times, feeling amazing. He quickly noticed he was still with his tie and work attire and stripped naked to check on the full length mirror by his wardrobe. The sheath was actively wrapping like vacuum around his cock and balls, pulling his balls apart in individual pouches. It was very snug and started feeling much thicker than it actually was. He almost creamed himself from the restrictive pleasure, and went online, looking for a play partner.
On the usual forums and chat rooms, it was not hard to find one. She felt like a money Dom, which is usually a red flag, but she was willing, interested, and more importantly than not, he was that horny. Looking down, caressing his cock, he didn’t even care how it just felt like the most expensive, high tech cock sheath he ever had. It was a deeply erotic experience, having his cock this enclosed, this hard, this horny and needing desperately to cum, he edged along. She asked him for the unique ID on his sissy manual. He went fast to pick it, too horny to really think or care. But for a second, he did stop to consider the risks of handing this ID to a complete stranger. Without realizing this one second decision, like many others, would shape the remainder of his life.
Chapter 2: The Owner’s Manual
When we last saw your hero, he was lost in lust chatting on a BDSM chatroom to a complete stranger, a dominant woman who was pushing all his buttons, asking for the ID on his VIOLET™ 2.0 cage. At that moment, his hardened oozing cock was harnessed inside the black shiny rubber-like cage, becoming warm to the touch as his own precum oozed through the pisshole without bringing any alarm to the fact the sheath had no opening. The only single element of dissonance from the sea of blackness wrapping around his cock, was the pink gem, brightly shining rhythmically in two second slow pulses. The sheath, vacuum sealed around his cock, stuck as if glued, his hand sliding over the rubber surface, but it not moving against the skin like in other sheaths due to natural lubrication, instead, his precum sliding down his peehole was all that ensured enough lubrication for his fingers to slide with expert intimacy over his cock. Even his little testicles were properly individually wrapped and tugged in a gentle grip, feeling as if rings were snugly placed on each ball, keeping them taunt and separate, wrapped tightly in a slow massage which added to the sensation.
As images of black and pink rubber sissies relentlessly flooded his mind as the dominant seduced her way into getting the ID she knew would be the key to ensuring access to his wallet. Keydnapping was a term common in sissy circles, started as a pun to shame naive sissies too horny to know better, but the sheer number of such sissies made it a serious topic for discussion and instructing for new sissies, as the hijacking of electronic keys for rescue money, when steel digital cages became more common and locking someone when at their most vulnerable moment was a serious thread, and for the criminals, an easy quick way to ensure a money transfer from sissies too afraid to put high powered cut machines in touch with their vulnerable clitties. AI powered bots swarmed the meeting sites, with digitally created Mistresses milking those too naïve and horny to say not of their keys, and then money, and finally meaning that the cage was never again safe for use, needing to be discarded. Awareness is important, but so is vigilance. But vigilance was the first to be silenced by the waves and waves of dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin drowning the sissy brain.
“I know you want it… Why not just be my good gurl and give me your ID so I can make your night all the more special? Do you not trust Your Mistress?" the text in pink sensual characters blinked on the flat screen before his eyes.
“Yes Mistress,” the sissy would respond on the chat, “but are you for real? We just met, how do I know you will unlock me after we finish playing?” the sissy volunteered, holding tight to sanity despite the waves of pleasure washing over. This pleasure was so high, this was the horniest he has ever been. He did not stop for a second to think how abnormal this degree of lust was, how drunk on the need for pleasure he was. He did not stop for a single moment to even question if this was due to the cage, eyes glued to a screen, while under his desk, a bright pink sparkle flashed each time the gem blinked, faster and faster, almost achieving a solid permanent shine.
“Oh, this is very simple, I will never unlock you. I can promise you the pleasure of permanently being aroused for me. By me. As a real sissy. As MY sissy. FOREVER MY sissy. Living for MY pleasure. As my SLUT. Can you imagine having to walk the streets for ME? Sucking cock under MY watch? Are you stroking your pathetic little cock while we talk? I need to take care of that…” the chat Mistress volunteered, seeking a very common sissy fantasy, the hooker, the sex worker, a stereotypical, toxic, prejudicial vision of a prostitute shared by many.
But not by him. But still, weird enough, this was not this time the deal breaker it usually was. A growing portion of his brain wanted that. Wanted sex. Wanted to fuck. Wanted to suck. His mind flooded by shiny rubbery perfectly feminine sissies walking the streets for money for Mistress, fucked by big cock men of all races and builds. Fat, thin, tall, short, muscled, feminine, but all sharing the bigness of their cocks. He was too abnormally horny to understand how abnormally horny he was.
“That does sound so sexy… so hot…” and so wrong, a piece of his still functioning brain told him. For a second he flinched. The gem on the sheath achieved a solid pink color and started to shine brightly. The cage started to become, even if not any less sensitive, harder and solid. He was now, without realizing, stroking a hollow stone-solid thin rubber dildo wrapping around his cock, sending and multiplying each sensation back to the cock underneath, by means he couldn’t possibly comprehend. Like a snake curling, the cage was preparing to do what his brain was telling the cage it wanted to happen, it needed to happen. The most real part of his brain kept away from the surface of everyday facades.
“So… give me the ID… this only works if you surrender… your clit locked… your pussy trained for business…MY pussy, trained for business… the ID…now…” the words flashes on his screen, pushing him.
“Yes… “, he answered with one hand while caressing his hardened cock… still oblivious to the fact his hand should not be sliding over a simple rubber sheath with the easiness it is right now, his precum now oozing profusely through the pores of the cage, filling his nostrils with the scent of lust, as well as ensuring his cock is well lubed as he goes. He rides the edge, unable to leave it, trying several times to go over and cum… to cheat his way out of this conversation without needing to give anything, but something was keeping him from orgasming, blocking him from the discharge he so insanely wants and needs now.
“Are you plugged, sissy?” the dominant asked.
“N-no Mistress… I just got home, the need to cage was overwhelming, I just needed to feel it…” he answered while still stroking, doing his best familiar moves to cum, quick, fast, hard, but he cannot… he only keeps building up lust, sinking deeper and deeper in the sea of dopamine flooding through his veins. He tried to buy time… keep talking… drink from her dominance without true surrender. But unbeknownst to him, the cage will not allow that, keeping him in a permanent haze of need.
“That is a good gurl, but you need to be plugged to feel pleasure. A good sissy is a plugged sissy, correct?" the Mistress volunteers.
“… a good sissy is a plugged sissy…” he repeats the drone line, the edge he rides on thinner and thinner each passing second, thin enough to cut those who ride it carelessly.
“Go, plug yourself with the largest plug you can insert. I’ll wait,” the Mistress asks.
He stands up and races to his wardrobe, his nervous fingers opening the special drawer and pulling out a big shiny metal plug with a fake pink gem at its base, which with some care and lube, finds its place within his body with a hurried push to make the sissy moan as it hits his now engorged prostate with the mass of the metal bulb on its point. Without even douching, he felt dirty from just shoving it inside without emptying first, but he did not care, he needed to be full… he needed to obey. A small part of his brain refused to drown and told him this was moving too fast, the testimonies on the cage were of impossible removal once locked. And weird enough, no complaints to the company from locked sissies wanting to be let free, which usually follow hackable toys of the “smart” sort.
The rational side of the brain felt the index finger of the horny sissy, drunk in dopamine side of the brain touch his lips in a sign to shoosh, he walked back to the chair, plug tight in a pussy still aching from that hurried push filling him with added masochist pleasure, while leaking profusely from the unopened sculpted peehole of the cage, which was starting to shrink slowly, beyond his notice, creating a pleasurable and addictive sense of compression. Even if the rational side of his mind tried to stop the body, the bitch in heat was in control and needed to fuck. To be fucked. To serve. To obey.
“I am back Mistress, and plugged.”
“Good Gurl! How does it feel? Move your asspussy muscles around the plug, describe the sensation to me in detail.”
“Ohhhh… it feels amazing… when I contract my muscles I can feel the plug against my sissy spot… it is a big solid steel plug, it feels heavy and strong… when I move my muscles it is pushed inside, like a solid rod… moving against all the right spots… “ he said while caressing his forehead with a single index finger while moaning bitch-like on the sofa, unaware of the mess he was producing.
“Hmmm… Good… this is how a sissy should feel… a plugged sissy is an owned sissy…” the Mistress offers in idle giggly content.
“A plugged sissy is an owned sissy!” he chants in obedient return, both in text and out loud in the horny needy scream of someone sliding down the edge into being cut.
“Good Gurl! GOOOOD GUUUUURRRLL…” the ‘uuurrrrrllll’ part rolling out of the mind’s voice he created for this Mistress with an erotic appeal…”…now sissy…I need your ID code to move to the next level…” she said on the chat window.
He did stop for a second. He pondered for the risk and did think, “fuck it… worst case I can just use a reset code”, and went over the box, picked the quick start manual, and started typing each letter of the code… AZ7… 89X… 99ZA7…&&… and his eyes caught a note on the bottom of the manual, after an asterisk that was by the end of the code, as a warning to read the follow up text.
“WARNING: The cage once locked CANNOT be reset. IT CAN ONLY BE UNLOCKED BY THE OWNER – THE PERSON WHO LOCKED THE CAGE BY SOFTWARE. The Patent Pending Technology of the VIOLET™ 2.0 makes runaway sissies a thing of the past!”
He froze. The rational part of the brain felt smug, but still had to contend with a lust filled mind fed by a throbbing sissy cock wrapped in tight rubber and a lovingly moving steel plug. He felt like hitting a brick wall and the haze went up. The cage softened again to the touch, as the pink gem lost its shine hidden under the desk, as dopamine gave way to adrenaline in a feeling similar to a bucket of ice cold water to cool down a bitch in heat.
“Sissy? I can see you are typing but nothing comes up… I need that ID… I promise it will be amazing…” the dominant said.
The sissy felt lucid but was still hard, caressing still felt good… cock oozing precum down his legs… asspussy chewing on the plug… just three more letters and press enter and it would lock, and he could reach the end of that edge. The mind was rushing feverishly with images of fucking and sucking. Of impossible rubber futanari fucking in total rubber enclosure. Of serving cock and pussy. Of being showered in cum.
“Sissy? Sissy? I DEMAND YOU ANSWER! GIVE ME THE CODE!”
He mustered enough willpower to shut the lid of the notebook close… he tried to jerk himself off into cumming, but it was impossible. In sheer frustration… he double tapped the cage, felt it go loose around his cock, and removed it, just to find his cock instantly went flat, as well as his arousal. Like in many videos he saw, he started oozing cum in a frustrated orgasm. He felt immense frustration, now knowing what the girls felt, still trying to feel any pleasure by stroking that flaccid thing between his fingers but to no avail. He failed an orgasm, and was still needy to cum, but it was gone. He got up and lay on the sofa, ignoring the heap of mess his asspussy just made from chewing on the plug. Without knowing, he was riding the plug as well as massaging it with his horny needy muscles, and now… sheath cage in hand and plug in ass… his mind was still feeling the punishment of the failed orgasm but was starting to clear.
Feeling some tears of frustration build up, he gets up, seeing the brown mess he just made on his computer chair, touches behind and with a disgusted realization, heads to the shower to be clean.
After a long shower and tidying up, and some cleaning, he put on a towel on the wet seat of his office chair and sat down, Owner’s Manual at hand to start reading. He was still shaken and shocked by what went on, how wild he went, how drunk with lust he was… and most importantly, the depth of understanding what could have just happened by surrendering the ID to an unknown dominant. It was all down to that split second.
At first, the Owner’s Manual did not cover the cage itself, but the sissy. Seems it is not an Owner’s Manual for the cage, or its properties, but for the sissy you own from that moment on through complete control of the cage. The first few chapters are spent explaining sissies, feminization, the psychology of most sissies, care and love, the responsibility of the dominant… that takes about half of the whole thick book. Then, it goes on to describe, slowly, features useful for training, the capacity of the nanostructure, the software ecology to be used on phone or computer, voice activation, imprinting, as the later portion of the manual delves into techno babble, deeper features and so on.
The NanoTEG power source means simply, the cage draws its energy from surrounding heat, which is always positive, even if not being worn, as the energy from heat present in the environment, even in the coldest weather, exists… and once worn, from the body heat of the sissy, meaning that as long as the sissy is alive, that heat is enough to power up all the functions of the cage. It was designed to be fully functional at normal body temperature, including but not limited to reproducing its material properties from available carbon-based sources, which means it can grow. And hoping for dead batteries to escape would be fruitless, as both it has none, and your life is the battery it needs. It is permanent.
Another portion he reads describes how the cage, once locked, bonds to the sissy and starts the process on linkage. It is a Harmless Process™ ( patent pending ), a brand name for a patented process, not the quality of the process… that takes care of fusing with the skin of the sissy, making the cage unremovable and connected to the neural tissue of the sissy. At first, it can fully control arousal, frustration, heat and be programmed in cycles. The Owner can then turn on features that will be incrementally built over time, for the cage could in fact, change the sissy’s outlook in life, through training, and reward based inductions. Or punishment based, depending on what is the goal of the Owner and the sissy’s acceptance of the cage’s role in her new life. The cage could fuse with clothing, such as but not limited to, latex rubber and leather, and not only replicate its outward look and feel, but expand to become a full body cage. It is never clothing, but a full body cage, with more of the body under control.
Also, it can alter the body chemistry, send messages to the sissy’s brain directly, replace what the sissy is seeing, forcefully throw the sissy into a haze state of input. Like a sex toy, the sissy can be, at any moment, turned on or out, aroused or frustrated, or simply tuned out from where she is and see the cage sink into her visual cortex feeding her brain directly with hypnosis or brainwashing. The same goes for hearing. The cage can do anything short of taking control of the body and moving it against the sissy’s will, but it can prevent the sissy from moving. Also, the cage had two start up modes… perma-edge and limp-dick sissy.
The cage always goes straight into perma-edge mode. Orgasm is impossible, but arousal is permanent, the cock is kept hard, but no matter how much is done, nothing will ever bring an orgasm unless it is an anal one and the capacity for anal orgasm is unlocked by the owner. The limp-dick sissy is engaged by the Owner under password, and can only be undone by the owner. The cage will shrink, and gain the qualities of a steel cage. No sense of touch will ever take place, no arousal from the cock can happen. Anal arousal will be increased constantly, and anal orgasm can be unlocked by the Owner, but the cock is for all facts, dead. Then, the Owner can select a shrinkage program, with the final stage being the equivalent of castration. A whole set of menu options for balls and ballsack, as well as cock shape is available.
With a chill racing down his spine, he shuts the book close. He tried to get up from the desk in shock… unsure to believe if what he read was real or just science fiction. He was now fully aware that what he experienced was described on those pages with details he cannot refute… and so he understood what letting anyone lock that cage could have as a repercussion, if this is real. But the edge mode thing seemed real enough. He got up and went to his bed, where he had tossed the cage just before heading to the shower.
Picking the unwashed cage brought a rush of arousal and need through his body, almost as if touching it sparked a need. He wanted to put it on, he needed to put it on. His cock stirred in his underpants as he felt a warmth emanating from where his skin touched it… he wanted, needed, craved to put it on and experience that again. The wrapping of his balls, as if each had its own ring around its base and was constantly being caressed. The rubber sheath around his cock… edging forever. He shook his head and washed it, even if it was absurdly clean as if no precum ever touched it, and after drying… fighting the arousal from just touching it, he tossed it on his toys drawer and went to sleep, the stress of the long day and the high of the dopamine and rush of adrenaline finally dying out and letting his brain go for the night. He slid under his blankets, turned off the lights, and went into a deep slumber.
His dreams were filled with images of arousal and need. Of rubber dominatrixes and masters, fucking, sucking, being held in tight bondage, of gas-masks… Of feverishly needing to be under control. He woke up in the middle of the night and opened the drawer. He looked at the cage, his cock, hard and needy… and considered putting it on again. He closed the drawer and lay back in bed, wide awake, unable to sleep, hoping for the morning to come soon.
Chapter 3: HUNGER
The last time we saw our sissy hero, he tossed away his very own VIOLET™ 2.0 cage into his most forgotten drawer, alongside his other sun toys, in a dark part under a pile of clothes. He was still scared by the Owner’s Manual into no longer wanting to try it on, ever again. But he tossed it away… instead of throwing it away. Even if his rational mind told him in every single way he would be in danger for daring to play with the toy again and better be safe than sorry, his mind was still a sissy’s mind, and as such, the idea of being constantly horny and needy for surrender and control was both intoxicating and unavoidable. Something the scared sissy in his very early stages of embracing his true nature, still struggled with and was still unable to fully accept and embrace, and instead muffled that need, ignored it as much as possible, and if presented with it, denied it with all the fakeness of his heart.
But ignored, muffled or in profound denial, are of course, not the same as non-existent. The sissy would break out of the denial locks every night in very vivid needs and dreams. Horny, sweaty rubber dreams. Needy, delicious, cock-filled rubber dreams. Dreams the sissy would wake up from, his cock showing how horny, hard, and needy he was to embrace it. His mind raced with the vivid imagery inside his sissy head that could not be shaken away. He pretended the normalcy of a life within compulsory heterosexuality, because he was scared. Scared of his job, of his family. Scared of how much he craved. Of how that truth could cast all away from him, and his life into ruin. Just like the trans co-worker he lost a while ago. And after that short experiment with the cage, such a sexy cage, such a deliciously textured cage, the dreams only got more and more intense… more vivid… more submissive… more rubbery, but more as if they were a part of himself he was sure to have locked forever, but was now breaking out, awakened and renewed with a transfusion of energy to ensure it would be heard.
In his dreams, the dominants became more predominantly male. Masters. Daddies. From all body shapes and sizes. From bear daddies to muscle daddies to TV daddies. They were all Daddies. Cocks Big and Hard and awakening in the sissy a need to serve and worship. The environments were more taken by black and pink and shiny and polished rubber. Everything smelled of rubber. He always woke up to wank to an unsatisfied orgasm with milder and milder pleasure each time. It was never an orgasm. It was nothing but release. Relief. Of tensions, of energies, of the building up of lust that empowered that pink side of his mind. He pondered if this was the cage acting, or Orgasms were always this unsatisfying release of sexual tensions disguised as reward. He lied to himself that this was enough for him to be happy.
The first of such nights, he came… hard… he was unaware his cock could shoot cum that far… he never noticed it before but that night he climaxed to be startled by a stream of his white cum slowly sliding down the wall by his bed… after that first primitive strong shot, he kept oozing cum for a few seconds on his belly, making a puddle of mess cum… his instinct was to taste, but shaking instinct away… he went for a shower and then back to bed, to find out his dreams seemed to have continued from where they had stopped.
He was back inside the small bare concrete room from before he woke up, locked behind a thick, heavy, unyielding metal door, rubber padded on the inside. The sissy could not look away because in fact, she was strapped to a pink rubber padded gynecological chair, legs open, ass exposed, opera length latex gloves wrapped over her white silk skin, in shiny pink all over ending in a black band of thicker black rubber.
Similar colored stockings were on HER legs. The black shiny cage with a sparkling bright, lit, pink gem, was wrapped around HER sissycock. SHE… she woke up, sweaty, still hard, still horny. She tried… she… SHE? HE! HE! His female self-image scared him but the raging hard on would not go away… precum had already stained his boxer underpants. He could not help himself and came a second time to vigorous wanking against the silk of the red boxer shorts… wet, precum stained silk sliding over his cock… the smell of precum and the foaming of the material against his fingers… sticky… so disgustingly sticky… so deliciously sticky… such a manly smell that aroused him so much… he kept stroking, rubbing, moaning in heat until exploding again inside the shorts… the lust subsided for long enough for the shock to set in. Cumming was more and more just a quick release to avoid a lust representing a need, a craving, permanently growing and making itself present.
Something was unlocked in the recess of his brain and was now trying to come forth, to overtake him. A SHE thing. He could deny as he wanted, but it was the sissy, a feminine part of his mind, from which now he cannot run away any longer. That does not mean he could not try. His mind would constantly misgender him, to his distress, trying to deny how wonderful it felt. The fear of the truth.
HE, he was very sure he was a HE, and kept repeating “HE! HE! HE!” in his mind for the feeling of safety and comfort on repetition, went for another shower, cleaning again his flaccid cock and throwing the sticky foamy, white stained boxers on the washing bin, before returning once more to bed. Going through his special drawer, selecting a pair of silky pink panties, with white lace accents and small bows all over, he wears them not to return naked to bed. Something HE surely did, without thinking about why.
He was immensely tired, and his mind did not take long to wander… back to the dungeon, and the blinking pink light of the Gem, moaning in pleasure, his hard sissycock trapped in the cock shaped, but apparently solid, cage. The sissy’s mind did not have time to wander before Master came inside. Master, that was His name. There was no doubt in the sissy’s mind about who He was and how she should see him.
Her lust started to build upon noticing the large bulge on the Master’s crotch, hardening and growing upon seeing the bound sissy, under the thickness of a very thick black rubber catsuit and apron. His thick black industrial rubber gloves, very loose fitting around his already gloved hands, caressed the sissy’s inner thighs. The breathing behind the M-10 gas-mask felt very masculine and aroused, a rebreather pumping full and empty paced with each breath. The sissy’s mind started reveling, as she noticed her mouth was trapped and filled by an inflatable butterfly gag, puffing her lips and cheeks out painfully into comical proportions.
The Master was smiling under the sensual image of the gas-mask, SHE was sure. He silently moved to another bulb, hanging from the sissy’s asspussy, pumping it once more… Once more… the sissy moaned inside HER gagged mouth… Master kept inflating HER pussy to the limit, making a small bead of precum form on the very tip of her caged sissycock… moaning as it inflated… until He rapidly deflated and pumped it back to full. Deflated and back to FULL. DEFLATED and VERY FAST, BACK TO FULL. Each quick expansion and deflation, expansion and deflation, putting pressure on her aroused prostate, followed by a quick release of said pressure. The build-up and release felt as she was being pegged while it added to a deep sense of expansion and stretching of her asspussy. Wonderful. Natural. Delicious. Each cycle brought the sissy closer and closer and closer to a prostate needing to explode from a very anal and sissified sissygasm.
“My, my… my little sissy seems very eager to be fucked… aren’t you, little one?” a strong, dominant, alpha but loving and tender voice came from behind the gas-mask. If possible, little hearts would be visible inside the sissy’s eyes, because it was the voice of Master, and sissy loved her Daddy Master.
Unable to speak, the sissy nodded slightly, as much as the straps holding HER to the rubberized padding of the gynecological chair allowed. The single dangling overhead light, bright in HER eyes, dazed her ability to look Master in full, but she was shredding HERSELF in need and desire.
Master smiled once more under His gas-mask, SHE was sure… and resumed, with a stronger, rougher, more decisive pace the cycles of fast inflation and deflation, of FULL and EMPTY, FULL and EMPTY… FULLER and the sensation of emptiness would be even stronger and more devastating… FULLLEEERRRRR… Once more She wakes up. SHE? HE! HE…IS COCK… his cock was hard again, oozing precum, leaving a large stain on the pink panties. Hands on cock… hands automatically on cock… wanking… wanking… wanking on edge for a long time, needing… needy… the foaming of the immense quantity of precum eases the role of lube, but something is missing… Seeking release, seeking the exorcism of her needs through ejaculating the essence of what is deep inside her crave. Pleasure was again, diminutive, but the escape from that kind of lust, helped ignore the frustration that should be setting in. But tonight, lust was not a companion which could be evaded.
“Fucking was so good… being filled was so good…” flashed in his mind with guilt, and in what he called internally just experimenting… like he always does when needing anal, the want for THAT SPECIAL drawer. He opened it up, aroused by the contents and pulled out his 8” realistic dildo, with realistic skin… some lube… maybe if he could cum while doing anal, that would be good enough to finally get a fix and get to sleep… after two fingers coated in lube making their way into his sissycunt… he started slowly… then not so slowly… to fuck her…HIS HIS HIS asspussy harder and faster while gingerly caressing the tip of his much hardened and painfully tense cock, just the small skin of his forehead under his big pink gland, through the wet foamy pinkness of his panties. He moaned loudly, taking longer and longer to cum, longer than expected, even with anal, but it was so good and intense… she was… HE WAS sure he would now cum so hard sleep would be sound and solid.
But that orgasm did not come so easily… at some point he let go of his cock… HIS cock… he was sure it was HIS cock… and shoved all her energy on his asspussy… moaning… ass high in the air, fucking, while dry humping a pillow… perfect… that’s it… so close… SO CLOSE… HARDER… she came with furious screams of unashamed pleasure, exploding inside the panties… and barely being able to remove the dildo from her asspussy… uncaring of the mess… uncaring of the slide trail of cum and lube coming from the slit of her pink panties for assfucking… and collapsing instantly, smiling… uncaring for cleaning… Before dozing off, she could only think about next time wearing rubber panties for bed.
“Welcome back my little sissy… seems you made a mess of yourself… should we continue?” Master said, quite pleased with the amounts of cum coating the naked belly of the horny sissy, a privilege that would from now on become rarer and rarer, until the sissy learned to crave for earning the privilege of cumming from Master’s attention.
The week went on with the sissy’s sex drive working in full overload. Going to work, she would catch herself looking at male crotches and daydreaming of rubber fucking. At work, she checked her cell phone to keep on sexy horny chats on chat apps and engage with a few dominant rubber daddies, always making sure they lived a bit far away so she was safe from her home and distance.
She would often daydream of Master, more often than she admits, the same Master from her dreams. The gas-masked strong Master of her dreams, wrapped in rubber. Her shecock would twitch and harden, forming beads of precum and leaving brown spots on her panties, forcing her to now only wear rubber ones to work, because even if she loved the smell of dirty precum stained panties, it was starting to draw attention from her coworkers. And passersby. She would get home, undress for her rubber panties and sometimes a catsuit, and come online and “wank wank wank” for release, talking to several dominants each night. Cumming was always unsatisfying, tasteless, void cums. Just to relieve tension before bed. To be able to sleep. To keep the arousal away. The HER she feared. And was slowly becoming. She ran away from her, right into her arms.
Each night she went to bed in more and more rubber, as more and more was needed to feel content, and in the back of her daydreams, for Daddy. And be fucked all night long, sleeping or awaken, the new 9” black rubber dildo being her new lover and companion. Each night would be more and more exhaustive and little by little, she would stop correcting her own gender image and be less scared. And more tired over the day when not thinking of sex. Thinking of rubber fucking, delicious rubber fucking, was becoming norm… seeing people and thinking they are in rubber, fucking her. Seeing guys and thinking of them in rubber and sucking. The part of her brain which feared this, was slowly becoming drunk on the lust of needing and the unyielding reality that only fucking with Daddy at her dreams, brought her true release. So, the lustful drunkenness was now a near-permanent reality.
And then it was a Friday night. And she could have the whole weekend locked in for herself. She shaved her body completely, put on makeup, and her sexy pink rubber dress, much like a Victorian maid dress, long and heavy, with pink rubber panties with strategically placed zippers, and 4” heeled boots, with 1” platform making it an effective 3” training curve, black, laced over her pink latex stockinged legs. Pink elbow long pink rubber gloves, disappearing into the ballooning sleeves of the maid outfit, completed the look. All she needed was a rubber hood, but each step to their moment. She was ready to come online… The dildo was ready, playing with stranger daddies would be the warm up for the event. She even set up her webcam this time.
Until an idea flashed in her mind. An unavoidable idea. HER idea. And since it was her own idea, it felt natural, reasonable, desirable. To try the cage again. There was a plan of course, a very cunning plan. She could lock it, and set herself up as the owner on the app, and have both the enjoyment of being locked and the risk-free reality of being both the caged sissy and her own cage Owner. She smiled and proceeded to her evil brilliant plan. So smart, assured this was a huge life hack she had just found out.
Upon picking up the cage from the drawer, it felt alive, sending a shiver of pleasure and need up her arm, she felt like a jolt shot right into her brain, as if she connected to something ancient which is now part of her. It was still wet and shiny and perfect as the pink gem sparkled just like in her dreams. She opened the zipper in her panties, and sitting on her chair, she parted her legs and with ease, slid her shecock in. A short double tap on the gem made it shrank and closed around her cock… the familiar delicious sensation of each ball being wrapped in its own sack and taunted while being pulled apart as her cock started hardening inside the rubber sheath… hardening beyond what was possible, growing larger than it was her size, she now noticed as she noticed the gem pulsated with hypnotic brilliance.
Hands shaking with drunken arousal… she installed the Owner’s app… opened the control portion… tapped in her own code… and locked… CLICK… the flush of sensations from her shecock made her almost faint… her vision became blurry, she was so horny… her cock felt like being squeezed hard… she tried to stroke but from the outside, it felt like stroking an unfeeling stone cock from a statue… no sensation… solid hard, like steel… her balls felt trapped in steel containers, taunted and kept away from any sensation… any similarities with rubber were gone, it looked and touched to the hands like rubber, but acted like the strongest solid steel cage… She panicked and went back to the app to unlock, but she could not even see the buttons or the request for the code for unlocking… the screen which should have the app running was now filled with images from cocks, rubber cocks, big cocks, cum shots, cock sucking sissies… horny images… the text was impossible to read… words without meaning… she could no longer read the app… her eyes could see, but her brain refused to give it any meaning, as she dropped the phone and let out a frustrated moan of arousal, followed by a sissified smile and giggle.
“Since you cannot do anything about it, better go online and have some fun!” her horny drunken mind screamed in horny aroused frustration. She sat on the computer to seek out the first daddy of the night, while the cell phone sat on the floor, close to her bed, the unlock button on the screen, clearly visible to anyone… anyone but a locked sissy. Daddy waited for her in her dreams.
Chapter 4: The next day
Sunlight came from the partially opened blinders on the small bedroom window. The sissy blinked a few times, her mind still hazy from a night of profound enjoyment. The webcam was still turned on, the website was still open and streaming, and surprisingly, two patrons were still hanging around watching the sleeping pink rubber maid. Toys lathered in lube laid around her bed and desk, as well as her rubber panties now seemed to belong on the floor.
She reached down to raise her sweaty heavy Victorian maid dress with her pink rubber wrapped gloves, and the delicious stench of cum, lots of cum, instantly reached her nostrils, bringing her to intense arousal as the interior layer of the 4 layer construction was lathered in a foamy, dried up mix of cum and precum. The sissy did cum intensely last night – more than should be possible, she realized, thanking the cage for its magic. She felt an urge to pee, and smiling, her makeup destroyed by sucking on a 10” dildo, left the bed heading for the toilet, where a strong stream of pee jetted from her semi-hardened sissy cock inside the cage.
She reached down, and besides from the sensation of peeing, the cage was still the same… hard… solid… rigid… unyielding. No sensation could be felt from touching, despite the constant pressure and tugging feeling, her she-balls pulled far apart, confined in their small individual sheaths. She looked down to the devilish contraption, with sheer lust and pleasure, the pink gem seemed to have moved a bit from the base of her shecock, as well as the cage seemed to have become a pair of panties, spreading around. She tested it by caressing the smooth surface and it was as if caressing her own skin. A sane portion of her brain was startled by the sensation, but the ever increasing need to fuck overwhelmed this portion, as she reached behind, to see how far back her new black pair of panties went, just to be reassured it went all the way around… and all the way inside aparently. A slow but constant flow of oozing precum was dripping from her asspussy and allowed her fingers to slide in with tremendous ease, and come out perfectly clean. She wondered about her remaining biological needs and tried to push it out, to see it came out wrapped and packaged inside a mucous layer of extra thick wetness, that dissolved upon entering the toilet, leaving her wet, clean and ready. The new panties made her sissy pussy into a proper ever ready fuck hole… she darted to the bed, to test it out, immediately, with one of the dildoes laying around.
Only one patron still followed the chatroom as the sissy crawled back into bed, still in her cum-encrusted heavy rubber sissy maid dress, and raised with some effort the four layers of the skirt, revealing her now shiny black ass with gaping O shaped pink ring where her asspussy once was, leaving an unobstructed view to the ribbed path inside the pink rubber hole, wet with constantly oozing fluids, dripping slowly, as the sissy grabbed a black inflatable rubber dildo, and shoved it in, moaning in lustful pleasure. It was an exercise to find a good position, unaware the camera was even still on, uncaring about the camera and just wanting to put on a for anyone who cared to see, exhibiting herself being just another tool for her own lust.
She ignored, for not even reading, the sound effects following chat commands to fuck herself hard. None that would have been needed given her current state of mind. She pressed the pump a couple more times, making the invader rounder, larger, thicker at the middle, fighting to get inside her love ring with the building pressure of pushing, making whatever portion not yet in, wider and wider and hurting deliciously to slide inside, stretching the newly formed rubber sissy pussy to its current limits and finding new ones.
She could feel each rib trespassed and rubbed against by the rubber invader, with more pleasure and sensitivity than her sissy clit, being fucked in a degree of pleasure she could never find before. Precum started oozing from the insensitive tip of her cage, in a slow, thick flow, pooling between her rubberized knees. To the webcam viewer, he was presented with the delicious view of the bouncing balls, stretched apart, the small sissy clit, oozing permanently in her crazed state of arousal, as the dildo got deeper and deeper, faster and faster, the small tube and pump now bouncing forth and back wildly, smacking her legs and ass in less than delicate ways, flying around from the energy. Her head now against the pillows, her ass high in the air, her elbow and shoulder in sheer pain. The inserted part victim of her own constriction, ballooning what remained outside and making the act of fucking even harder and the stretching even more present as she grabbed hard, tossing pressure in, on a maddening balancing act of needy perversion.
The room slowly started filling up again, messages of cocks and images pasted on the chat for her arousal. The sounds made the sissy for an instant recognize she was being fucked by many eyes, and the exhibitionist in her smiled in lustful reward and delight, now putting more of a show, her other hand smearing her clit, balls and ass with the natural lube flowing from her small caged trapped clit. The faint blinking light from the pink gem could be made from the recesses of her thick, heavy dress.
This mental image, with the buildup from the deep fucking, moans and screams of pleasure erupting from her mouth, filled the room and even reached her neighbor, who smacked the walls with energy to display his annoyance. But the sissy came. And came hard. A thick paste of cum oozed down her sissy clit, pooling on the mess already formed between her knees, and she kept cumming, flow of pleasure after flow of pleasure in which could only be described as one long, never ending orgasm with several peaks and valleys, that lasted for several minutes.
The sissy collapsed, sleeping, running towards her dreams of Daddy.
Her dream eyes adjusted to the dreamworld inside her soul. She was in a pink padded room, with a deep scent of baby powder and heavy rubber. Facing her was a tall dark rubber figure, brisking masculine muscles shining under the ceiling lights, as the gas-mask sounds of deep breathing concealed a smile. But her eyes were dead fixed on the huge rubber cock, very much like the one she just fucked in the reality beyond the dream.
“Hello, little one… did you sleep well?”
“Hello Daddy!” the sissy said in a very feminine and familiar voice, the true voice of her mind. “Your cock is so beautiful Daddy!”
“Yes, it is, my sissy. And I think you have been such a good girl, you should have a reward, don’t you agree, my sissy?”
“OH YES DADDY!” she said out loud, with little control over the excitement her voice carried. He nodded and pulled the black rubber leash on her pink posture collar, in bright pink, with the words “SISSY” written in darker pink, but very clearly readable. She crawled obediently, eyes craving the cock, pink gloved hands moving towards the object of her lust, desire and obedience. He smacked her hands slightly.
“Oh, what a horny gurl. Show me your respect and worship first!” He said, moving forward a rubber booted foot. The boot was a thick black rubber boot, one used for mud and river walking, crotch high, with yellow rubber soles and trims. The rubber went loosely around His legs, tracing His toned shiny rubber body up to his hips. The sissy moved her pink and white rubber French maid dress, modeled to have the skirt so high and so taunt, it impossibly hovered like a ballerina skirt, not only proudly displaying her caged shecock and deeply plugged asspussy, but also, made her movement slightly more awkward, having to negotiate the rigidity and size of the skirt, but also, made the experience a lot more enforcing of her status as sissy, and a lot more humiliating, displaying her status as a caged sissy for all to see. The budding taut nipples are the only thing to be seen, passing inside transparent pink rubber cups on the dress, showing her status as a femboy.
Once kneeling, she parted her deep pink lips, licking them for extra gloss, and with her pierced tongue, started licking the shiny black surface of Daddy’s left boot, proceeding with lustful intention to leave a trail of saliva, as extra polish, all the way to His cock. She moaned, her asspussy suckling on the sissy lollipop stored deep within her, filling her asspussy to the limits, as she proceeded from being on all fours, to kneeling, her hands caressing the left leg as she licked and kissed, until kissing and licking Daddy’s powerful, big, potent balls, when a slight tug on the leash made her look up and see Daddy pointing at His right boot toe. The sissy moaned, her asspussy suckling HARD on the dildo, making a single drop of precum flow from the tip of her cage to the floor, before the sissy went back into being on all fours, to gracefully work her way up again, feeling his ankles, his legs, his balls… she looked up, hopeful, for a sign before proceeding any further, when Daddy nodded, allowing permission to worship His cock.
The sissy smiled, and opening her mouth as much as she could, tried to swallow the 12” monster, with little success… she licked from base to tip, forth and back, without obtaining a single sign of pleasure from Daddy… but she was so horny, so needy for His cum… she moved to the head of the monster. She looked at it from ahead… licking… kissing… still afraid of taking it in… she opened her mouth, tried sliding it in, stopping part of the way… she moaned… tried again… started gagging… she moved back… and felt His strong hand against the back of her rubber hooded head, moving her slowly, but continuously, to take it all in. She gagged and gasped. Tears started building up in her eyes, as she started snorting, gagged. Daddy told her to relax her throat… which she did… the cock now sliding, with an occasional gag, but she embraced the challenge, and embraced the lust, embraced remapping in her brain that her mouth, her tongue, her throat were fuck holes for her Daddy. That filled her with a burning desire to continue and insist.
After several minutes, with paced breaks to retake her breath, she felt His firm hand pushing her head down all of a sudden and started to use the ponytail in her hood to stroke himself, as if she was nothing but a rubber fuckdoll for His pleasure. Which she was. It did not take long to a pleasure filled “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS” to come from within His gas-mask, making the sissy moan in needy delight, trying to ignore the protests of her throat and the tears running down her cheeks, as cum flowed hard and hot into her stomach, filling her, feeding her.
Daddy was happy, and held the sissy for a while, before letting her slide out and catch her breath. “Ready?” Daddy asked… before sissy nodded, and she was moved back onto the cock, Daddy stroking His cock with her mouth, using her again as a human fleshlight, like a rubber fuck doll. “Rubber Fuck Doll… Hmmmmmm… that’s what you are right now, right sissy?”. Impaled by His cock, she nodded slightly, gagging some more, as she slowly, strokingly, let her slide herself out again. This time she bursts seeking air, and an unflattering oozing comes from her right nostril. Daddy lowers himself, and with a piece of tissue, cleans His sissy. “There… what a Good Gurl! You will be able to take it in, in no time with practice, right? Are you gonna insist on being My Good Gurl?”.
“Yes Daddy!” she said, still feeling the gagging effect, which contributes to an even deeper state of arousal and surrender.
“Good… Good Gurls need rewards… “ He said while pulling her leash again, to the big doll bed in the room. The posts are all white padded rubber, in the style of a Victorian bed. Drapes and frills overflow from every spot and direction, all white rubber with pink bows. Daddy lays the sissy on her back, facing Him, on the bubblegum pink covers of the mattress… her asspussy sticking out of the bed. Slowly, and diligently, He picks each white booted leg, and straps each to one of the posts, making sure her asspussy is clear on display and access… the nature of the skirt also making sure she can only see Him, but not her own cage and sissycock. He smiles inside the gas-mask, and His thick gloved hand, with gloves similar to his wader boots, reaches to the base of the anal dildoplug, and inserting a key, a sound of deflation can be heard, before the very wet, ribbed, pulsating pink monster of 12” is slowly removed, leaving behind an open, gaping wet, perfectly shaped to His cock, love hole.
He simply SHOVES His cock in.
A single STRONG thrust.
The sissy screams in pleasure as a stream of cum is jetted in high pressure from her cage, against the pinkness of her rigid sissy ballerina skirt. The thick cum slowly trickles down against the base of her caged sissycock again. Daddy smiles, while slowly, very slowly removing his monster of a cock again.
Only the very forehead of the cock is in.
He simply SHOVES in again, a single STRONG thrust. His powerful, big, beautiful balls slap against her asscheeks.
The sissy screams in longing pleasure.
“Oh, little one… should we have you gagged?” Daddy asked, cock still inside, being incessantly milked by the sissy’s asspussy, in motions she cannot stop in a haze of need and pleasure and longing. Sissy shook her head, covering her bright pink lipped mouth with her pink rubbery hand. Daddy smiled at the cuteness of His little gurl and started to slowly take His cock out once more.
Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE. Another THRUST. Another STROKE.
The sissy was biting her latexed gloved hand, moaning loudly as impossible amounts of cum flowed on the cushion and on the floor. The sissy came in copious amounts, oozing, shooting, shooting jets of white cum in the air, not a single drop hitting Daddy, but creating a lathing coating of white cum over herself and her bed, where she would surely sleep that night.
Daddy started grunting, adding more and more energy and vigor to each trust.
“WHAT ARE YOU?” Daddy asked out loud!
“W-Who am I?” the sissy answered between moans… startled.
“YOU ARE A SISSY!” Daddy barked, fucking harder.
“YESS!”
“WHAT ARE YOU?” Daddy asked again
“I-I am… a Sissy!” the sissy answered, moaning, screaming, her mind melting as she kept cumming.
“WHAT ARE YOU?” Daddy asked with a deep impressed tone, fucking the sissy’s brain into on oblivion. He was himself close to cumming.
“I AM A SISSY!”
Daddy exploded in a torrent of cum, still fucking hard, but so much the white thick manly juice overflowed, oozing down the sissy’s asscheeks… the sissy upon feeling the pressure of the jet of cum, and being filled with His warm seed, also exploded in something indescribable. She could only look at Him, imagining His proud face under the gas-mask, as He pulled out.
“I am so proud of you. Good Gurl,” he said, covering her body with the cum coated pink rubber mattress.
It was nightfall already. The sissy blinked a couple of times, hungry and with a mild headache. She must have slept through the day. She reached for her phone to check the hours, but she no longer could make any information out from the screen, it seemed hazy and hard to read and use. She decided she should grab something to eat, getting up on her cum soaked rubber maid dress.
The headache allowed for a moment of clarity, so she turned off the webcam but kept the chat open. She was again slightly horny reading some of the messages. She went to shower… wondering what happened, as it was impossible she made so much cum. On the shower she noticed, now with clarity, the newly formed waist high panties, wrapping around her waist like a corset, solid, steel like, cinching her in a sexy wasp figure.
The panties are of the same black rubber of the cage, she noticed, but the pink gem, now larger, sat on where her bellybutton would otherwise be. She was also finding her own calm and naturality on this, disturbing. She was also growing aroused again as her hands explored the material. She found once more, and remembered, of her asspussy, her fingers playing with the now engorged, pink ring rim of the pussy hole. She felt she was becoming a true sissy fuckdoll, with permanently fuckable holes. This idea disturbed her and for a moment she stopped touching and turned the shower cold.
After the shower and putting on some clothes, she proceeded to her phone, after grabbing some slices of bread and juice, to try unlocking the panties before her mind went all horny again. She loved getting all horny. She should fuck herself again. NO! FOCUS! The cell phone still looked hazy, as if everything inside the screen was foggy. It seems the cage app closed itself, she could not even find out where the icon was.
After several minutes, the sissy managed to find what seemed to be the cage app, and clicked. Her mind was overtaken by images of Daddy, of sex, of fucking. Desire. Need. Fuck. Rubber. She tossed it away. She remembered what she read in the manual and saw it was the real deal. Struggling to remain focused, despite her arousal, she went to her computer to open the company website. Upon loading, the site was of cocks, and Daddies and fucking. FUCKING. HORNY. COCK. She felt the need for her dildo… her hand reached a nearby rubber cock, which she proceeded to instinctively suckle as she struggled to close the page and the overflow. The cock in her mouth, suckled by her tongue, a sissy lollipop she could not let go of. She moaned… wanting to reach for a second one to fuck her pussy… so horny. STOP. FOCUS. Without letting go, she searched the internet for the help desk phone number. Which she did. And called, dialing from the memory of where the number keys were. And after horny maddening minutes waiting for a human to pick up, she could only ask for help.
The help desk voice was a man. She was horny and started stroking a dildo in her pussy with her free hand. She gave her address, and name. She was moaning by the time she hung up, trying to arouse him, to get a sexy horny chat out of him, but he acted natural and professional and said help would be on the way. Dropping the phone, she giggled, and upped the pace of the fucking.
Life is bliss.
It is morning by the time the sissy wakes up with knocks on her door. The manly manly voice asking for her outside, sparks her attention.
“Miss? This is the help service from the VIOLET PINK Company. You called the emergency line. Is everything ok? Can we come in?”
The sissy smiles, slowly caressing her asspussy with the bigger dildo still inside, pondering about how big that guy’s cock is.
Chapter 5: Help desk
The sissy wakes up with knocks on her door. She remembers it is locked, and her tentative hand keeps slowly moving a large black dildo in and out of her dilated black and pink rubber asspussy. She stops when listening to a manly, manly voice asking for her outside.
“Miss? This is the help service from the Violet Corporation. You called the emergency line. Is everything ok? Can I come in?”
The sissy smiles, slowly caressing her asspussy with the bigger dildo still inside, pondering about how big that guy’s cock is. She crawls slowly to the door, small dildo still between her lips, licking and sucking, wondering about the real thing and how it would taste. She lifts herself, and opens the door, licking her lips looking at the guys’ cock. He was so HOT. So TALL. He looked so much like a Daddy.
“May I come in?” the technician answers. He is dressed in normal street clothes, just a brown T-shirt over jeans and normal shoes. On his shoulder a messenger bag made of cheap nylon with the company logo on it, and a badge with his identification as an employee. The sissy nodded… moving to caress his cock, but being gently, but decidedly, pushed aside as he came along. While he wanted to remain professional, her crazy horny submissive sissy mind saw in this a sign of dominance, which worked to his advantage because at least she would behave.
He produces a small tablet-like device, and after a few taps, evading the sissy’s eager attention, and phones the company, “… yes, it’s John… Yes, it is an 87, she locked herself in the cage trying to pass as Owner and now is locked out of the control suite. “ he mutes the phone, stepping a bit away from her, kneeling on the floor and caressing his legs and thighs with her rubber coated fingers… “Sorry Miss… I need to focus, it will just take a moment…" He says after muting the phone, trying to conceal his building hard-on while stepping a bit away as the needy sissy starts to caress his cock through the jeans, having to sometimes use his left hand to brush her fingers away from the zipper. She coos lustfully, dildo still hanging from her asspussy, needing to be filled with real living man-cock. Ever the professional, not his first rodeo, he focuses on the task at hand “…yes, I need you to override. Thank you!” Again he presses mute, turning to the sissy, “It will just take another moment, Miss.” He talks to her as if repairing a cable line.
Within moments, the sissy lets out a moan, the strong blinking light from the navel gem ceases and the sissy is out of the lustful haze dominating her mind until that moment… a thick stream of strong white cum oozes out of her cage before it softens and unlocks, the sign of another enforced milking, also oozing all the lust and need and craving that was building up.
She blinks… as if not remembering the man in front of her was in front of her… as if unaware of what she was doing… even if she is… just… as if a new portion of her was now in control. The acrid smell of rancid cum takes a second to burn into her nostrils, before her tired body gives up and she collapses on the carpet, being picked up by John, moving her to her bed.
When she wakes up, there is a refreshing smell of coffee and toast filling the small apartment. John was in her kitchen, making her something to eat.
“What happened?” she said, a bit surprised at how feminine her voice sounded. “…my… voice…is this my voice?”.
“Here, drink this… you were stressed, dehydrated and starving… sadly not an uncommon occurrence… “, he says, offering a serving of cheese and toast alongside for sustenance before helping himself to a serving of black coffee. It has been another long, long night. “… you locked yourself out of the cage’s control, with all the triggers and settings set up to maximum.”
Fighting an intense migraine, she slowly went on sipping her coffee and devouring the toast, feeling the fresh cold air of the night entering the kitchen. She could not drink this black. She used to like it black. She went to the kitchen and got some milk and lots of sugar. It became unbearably sweet to her old taste and just perfect for her new one. She pondered if her tongue had changed, if the way things taste had changed. She asked “… but… How do you…?”
“You called for help; the company has set up a few teams over the country to secure emergencies such as this. This ‘toy’ is incredibly dangerous if poorly used as you might have guessed. If I haven’t arrived when I did, there is the risk you might have starved yourself to death.” he offered between slow sips of coffee, making sure his words would sink in, partially for worry for her, partially to avoid a repeating occurrence, which sadly, is also very common in his job.
“… my lips… my voice…” she said, still trying to bring together the flow of incoherent images and sounds overflowing her mind, her fingers exploring her newly developed features. The haze that dominated her until now was gone. She could think clearly. But her body still ached with need and pleasure, just now, she could ignore it. She looked down, she was now in a white gown, he might have found on her drawers, but opening it partially, she could notice she was now wearing some form of high waist tight shorts, made of rubber, that merged with the cage. It was weird that the pink gem was now where her bellybutton would otherwise be. And it was much larger than before. “… how… this… What happened?”
“Ok… keep drinking… keep eating… you were without food for like two days now. The cage is now linked to you. It has in essence, replaced part of your skin with itself… “. She stopped eating instantly, and before she could answer he added “… and it cannot be removed. Not without scalping every piece of skin in your body now covered in the sintheskin. And part of your nervous system. Let me explain it… *sigh* The cage is a nano-construct intended to improve its wearer. The tech as far as I know was initially intended for military use, but it was deemed useless and cut, and they repurposed it for sex use. “ he said, paying attention to her body language.
She looked puzzled, she opened her mouth a few times forming words of interjection or cursing or anything without being able to clearly take any that did express clearly what was building in her, until she let out a very clear and objective one… “… FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?”
He let out another sigh, he was used to it, no one ever reads the fine letters on the manual, so much of his life would be easier if everyone just did read before locking forbidden tech to their bodies. “One of the company owners really digs it. That is what they teach us in training. It is so effective because it links to your mind and learns who you are. Then, it will help you become who you are. Most perverts… no offense meant… Most people have what we call kinks or perversions… and struggle with self-realization… The cage kind of shows you and helps you become that perfect image of yourself. The problem is, the more you explore the more pleasure you feel and the more you want to go. That is why it has the control software. To impose limits. You turned every single limit off, and you were drowning in the pleasure.”
“WHAT THE FUCK! This is Military Shit? Am I a fucking guinea pig? “the sissy screamed, her pussy still aching for attention.
“Originally yes… what we are told is that the nanotech was based on some studies on non-Euclidean geometries from a device found in Eastern Europe by the family of one of the founders of the company. It always has this effect of making the wearer become their best image of who they really are, and the military considered it would make for hyper strong super-soldiers… the actual results… most people… people who get into the service to care for others and protect… their real inner selves are not things you see in the cover of action movies… the outcome from what I take was less than encouraging for military use…”. The sissy imagined the effect of this, what happened to her… how many closeted people exist in the military… of how many do not have the self-image of a killing machine but a more beautiful, more honest hard look into what makes us human… without the shame and fears… and a realization fell upon her.
“You mean… Soldiers started growing boobs?” she said giggling.
“Yes… or larger dicks…or realized what made them happy was to help other people and they quit the army. Or become monsters. It still happens with the cage, but in very few instances, most people who seek the cage are from a community of peaceful people seeking happiness and to be left alone… only two violent events ever happened and from there on they are monitored and the cage is disconnected like we did with yours. The point is… as you can see… it was fast making you… into you… the company repurposed the tech into a series of sex toys, the most effective one being the cage. The owner of the company herself, is a living result of its effects. This is all told to the help desk people so we know what to expect when we are out. Trust me, your case is far from the most extreme I have seen. This is all in the Owner’s Manual, the portion about ‘based on military technology’ and so on…“ John answered.
“So… what now? Can it at least undo the brainwashing…?” the sissy asked.
“Again… it did NOT brainwash you. You were encouraged, prodded, to step towards the changes… and the tech worked on adjusting your body to your new mental image of yourself… but you did this. You wanted the change, this is you. I would advise, if you think about repressing it again, ignoring it again, controlling… see how well it worked out the last time. It is healthier for yourself, to bring…” he makes a gesture with his hand spinning a bit in the air while pointing at her “… all of you… into a new you.”
“But I remember dreams… with a… “she paused, struggling to find words without seeming silly or something.
“You can say it… say what comes to mind, it will make it easier. Trust me, I am here for you. And nothing you say will make me look at you in any other way than a customer and person needing help and someone to talk about an intense experience.”
She nodded and proceeded “… There were dreams with Daddy. A… hot… dominant… “and she realized adding “… caring… loving… man, who was talking me into…”.
“That is not brainwashing, that was an avatar the cage created to interact with you and explore your desires and identity. It goes deep into you. Look… as part of the training… we… wear the cage and with restrictions on the body change functions, we are let to that… and we also explore… a lot of employees are caged as well. They discovered who they were, and if you are in the company, the cage is given with a huge discount. But before you ask, no, I am not… but I understand what you are going through. In my case it was my father who passed away a long time ago, it was nothing sexual in nature, it was just… I… I needed to accept that I am not a bad person. The tech only holds a mirror and lets you see what you need to. And talk to yourself in a deeper way. Just… when your major issues are sexual in nature… or related to sexual repression… It is sexual. For most people, it is very sexual. Can you honestly tell me… this is anything different from who you really are?” John asked, looking up and down to the feminine boy in front of him. “I think you should first take off your clothes and take a good look at a full-length mirror and honestly tell me if you want to change back”.
The sissy got up, and shamelessly dropped her clothes, walked to a full-length mirror. Facing her was a stunning sight. Her face redone, bones now much softer and lips engorged and red. Her hair was still the same, her nipples looked like engorged strawberries ready for picking. Her belly fat was gone, as the high waist blackness of rubber encased her like an organic corset. Flowing further down, she could see her she cock had diminished… It is still hard inside the unfeeling cage, her balls are still taunted and kept apart, a constant oozing of precum flowing down… even without the haze of lust, she was still aroused. But the hardened small cock was now barely two inches long, mostly a big clit begging for caressing, connected to her balls. The latex smoothed all the way down to her knees. She turned and her ass was completely round and fuckable, permanently open, in a pink ring of lustful need. She caressed and had to stop herself before being lost in a state of haze again.
“The cage can only work with what is there… it is written in the manual, in the part where Owners should not try to use the cage to change their slaves, it doesn’t work. In my work… most people do not know what will happen, you would be surprised how many people live in denial. Or maybe not, everything considered,” John added.
“Yeah…” the sissy answered. “… so, what now?”.
“Now… you can pick your phone… you are unlocked. The settings have all been reset. You can still link to the gem and change a few settings and have some fun… just beware how your body has changed though… talking from experience… your libido… will be a lot higher than it used to be, permanently, regardless, it is an effect of the tech the military backers apparently did not like either. Your body will be a lot more responsive to changes in the settings.”
The sissy nodded… picking the phone… the migraine still there but feeling a bit free… not only from the mental haze of lust…but from shame. From a ton of guilt taking the first steps to leave her soul. She was standing naked in front of a stranger, her femboy body in full display and she felt normal, natural, proud.
“Of course, if you are locked again, the same impediments will happen. Beware of that when letting other people lock it. Now you know firsthand how much power you grant anyone who becomes your keyholder, it is like wearing an unremovable collar. Other than that, you are free to do as you want. We will be charging your credit card with the cost of the visit and the tech support, as you agreed upon the purchase. Here’s our number if you happen to lock yourself in again and need a new visit… and you might want to clean your bedroom and bathroom… I tried to make the air breathable… but your carpet might be ruined beyond cleaning.” John said, leaving a card on the table, before walking to the fridge and placing a magnetic sticker with the emergency phone number there. He picked up his tools and motioned to leave. “Anything else I can help you with, Miss… Sorry, how should I address you, right now? Eliot doesn’t seem fitting.”
“Ruby. Thank you, John…” she smiled reading his card… he looked a lot less sexy now, a lot less… ADONIS… she giggled…” I am sure I will not be as foolish as to lock myself out of the phone again…” she smiled, her index finger tracing the outlines of her engorged sissy lips.
John laughed hard while putting his messenger bag over his shoulder. “Oh… you do not know how many times I have heard that one. Some people who claim that end up being recurring customers. Some even sign up for a flat rate of support service. Be well Ruby, call us anytime you need help. Welcome to your new life I guess.” He says before leaving.
She closed the door… and moaned… licking her lips… he was kind of fat and a bit shorter than she likes, but she SHOULD have mustered the courage to ask to be allowed to thank him with a blowjob.
Ruby came out of the shower aching for sex. She never dialed her settings up, they were actually at zero. This was for all purposes, her new baseline. She went online browsing for other users of the cage, and found several communities, non-sexual ones, for mutual support and discussion. Now that she knew what to look for, she could not stop seeing many were just testimonials of freedom and bliss. This thing really changed her life. What did John say about seeing his father, and his experience being of non-sexual nature. She sat on her bed… her toes still touching the creampied surface of the carpet… she would really need to put on a maid uniform and put some energy into cleaning tomorrow.
Picking the card John left, she fumbled it in her fingers, flicking it a few times. She wondered if the handwritten cell phone number was an invitation for a booty call. She was horny again… nonchalantly she kept browsing, while her right hand started slowly moving the dildo in and out of her asspussy… anal now was so much more natural… and the changes to her body made it a lot easier. Tomorrow would be time to return to work… she was still not thinking about it, not wanting to face the barrage of questions… and possibly losing her job. But right now, her pussy was quenching around the probing rubber lover… she moaned in pleasure as a slow streak of cum started to flow from her shecock… now permanently not only encased in the black rubber, but permanently erect and permanently unfeeling, making her pussy her only and single source of sexual pleasure. Her lips also felt so nice around a cock, and it always turned her on, she even felt intense pleasure, but it wasn’t the same as a big cock up her asspussy… ramming faster and faster… she moved to pick a condom and wrap around her hardened clit just before another stream of explosion filled it up… She came repeatedly… moaning loudly… to more knocks on the wall from her neighbor. Once finished, she removed the condom from her solid cock… looking like a balloon filled with warm white deliciousness… big as a tennis ball… it always amazes her how much she can cum now… and how many times in a day… Smiling, she poured the contents on a cup she left nearby and slowly drank the delicious white nectar, warm and pungent and freshly milked. She felt like a sissy cow and let a slight “mooo” come from her lips.
She tallied her savings and imagined that, if the worst happens, she could go freelance for a while and seek a new place. Start a new life. Change her name to Ruby permanently. She looked down and smiled, to her hardened cage and went to the phone… she tapped the control app… and selected a new shape for her cock… the cage morphed slowly, contracting her already small cockelette into a spherical bulge with an open lock logo printed in pink over it. Her lust started flowing again, making her want to again press the lock icon. She had to muster her energy, thinking she would call John again… maybe this time she would have the courage to ask to suck him. She shook her head and closed the phone… it was late… she still had to eat something before hitting bed. Tomorrow would be a new day. Ruby’s first day at the office.
Chapter 6: The outside world knocks at the door
The clock rings. Buzzes. In all actuality, it is really a music soundtrack playing on the cell phone. Ruby’s favorite happy techno, to wake up with energy to go at the world. The allegory of waking up to an alarm clock still stands. And the dread of the unwelcomed moment at the end of a weekend of self-discovery, acceptance and self-love, comes with it. The changes, the happiness, the growth… is most welcomed. With a sensation of lost life in the years wasted in denial and self-deception. A rubber coated finger leaves the cozy sweaty confines of the warm mattress and clicks on “OFF”. Ruby digs her head back into the layers of pillows and blankets, ignoring the light outside, studying how her latex coated finger has her fingerprints perfectly set still and she can still unlock or lock her phone just by touching. At this moment many uncaged rubberdolls would dart envious eyes at her. She giggles at the idea and slumbers back inside the blankets, ignoring the growing fear and hoping it will be enough to forget life outside and the decisions that must be made.
Still… she cannot sleep, her mind being now fully alert, with the fear that comes from knowing who she is. And where she lives. And how her past life might act on it. Act on the reality of her and the truth of who she is. She, in a broad term, Ruby knows she is male. She giggles as finding herself with a feminine identity for a male person is kind of odd, but she knows she is a man. NO doubt about it, but a feminine man, a feminized man. A feminized man is not a woman, regardless of all the idiocy surrounding fetish groups and discourse on the internet, Ruby now knows that for a fact, that a feminine man is not a woman, she is not trans, she is not a woman. She is a feminized femboy. And that is at the same time a gender identity and a sexual identity for the idea of furthering that feminization and surrender of her masculine self, and it brings her joy, lust and pleasure.
But being a living statement of how fluid gender is… is precisely the kind of target some of her more toxic workmates which she called friends, loved to have. The memories of her trans workmate being tossed out of her employment for fear of suing the company for discrimination, sink in now with the realization the true reading, the only one possible, is that the heads of the company knew they had many transphobic workers who would otherwise be a liability to the company… but opted to remove the victim to preserve them. After years blissfully unaware for her white skin and past male presenting identity, being spared from the discrimination most people had to face, now Ruby was most people. Those who depending on gender, sexual preference, kink or the shade of your skin, have to endure discrimination from one side or another. She saw the ax come to her trans workmate. She knew it would come for her now.
She bit the pillow and screamed. Loudly. Running from who she was, she drowned herself in the toxicity only “Super Straight” men can provide, a homophobic and transphobic juice of denial and self-amazement harmful to existence. Including their own. Ruby spent a portion of the night pondering on how she hoped that same toxicity would kill the roots of any seeds of what she knew was her true self, something blurring gender lines and what people expected of someone like her, assigned male. If only the cage did not come to her life, she could have fooled herself in permanent dismissal, redirection and pain. “Super Straight”, like she pretended to be to hope the aura cast from that, would blind from the reality within. It only took one really good fucking. She looked down to her caged clit… and smiled, petting her senseless clit.
“I love you. Thank you for walking into my life and shaping me… into the true me.” she confessed to the blinking pink light.
As she giggled and took a dildo from her now permanently gaping and wet pussy, she pondered on the reality she is still to come to terms with how natural it now feels. Only 3 days can change your world, if you do not wince from facing reality. There is for sure still a lot to explore and build on… but now she was sure. Emotions all over the place, but at least they were true.
Still, the problem remained… her old job in an IT company was surrounded by Bros and “Broooos”. Emphasis on the deep “o”. There are few girls around, who team together to face the waves of toxic behavior done to piss in the ground and establish dominance. Ruby would sit in between and take jokes but survive. How would Ruby’s “bros” take her current self, her current truth… and worse… what it might mean to their own image? One of “their own” was turned into a horny sissy cock loving bitch over a weekend of sex. Well… more like two weeks. But still… All it took was a toy capable of thinning down the barriers of self-harm and forcing you to face the truth… and it all came down quite fast. A “faggotizer”. How scared would they be that such a thing exists? How many of them would run away for their lives before putting one on, like John did. A true manly man who came out only doubly assured of his own nature.
She kept pondering on how they would react to one of them being shown to be turned sissy, because she would soon have to make that call. Would they turn on her? And… would the girls she so often pissed on to fit in with the bros, take her side? And the bosses fearing a lawsuit caused by the bros being bros?
Ruby screamed at her pillow once more. And on top of it all, she was still horny. Her new levels of libido were something that would never leave her with a clear mind, John warned her not to try to suppress it, but what are the options? Embracing it would most likely leave her constantly happy. Always a dildo away from a blissful discharge of bad emotions. But always feeling guilty of no longer being able to care so much for the social bullshit we dress up as norms and morals. Who says a man cannot be pretty? Horny? Sexual? Empowered through sex? Wear high heels?
Maybe it would be ok to call in sick. She never did in the past. Get a day or two to regroup her mind, yes. But right now, there is no one in the office. And Ruby is incredibly horny. Her caged cock is still hardened inside the solid chaste rubber chrysalis. She tries touching to no sensation, even if now it is softer to the touch, nothing is felt inside, despite the growing levels of lust coming from that engorged, delicious, precum spewing clit. She moans and reaches behind, tracing rings in her new O-shaped anal pussy… moaning in lustful pleasure unable to stop herself from the first good fucking of the morning.
A couple of sweaty hours and cumming for a long time, messing up once more her bed, it dawns back on Ruby she should, first of all, get her day started because there is no way she can return to sleep… at least for anything other than fucking some more and cumming so hard it would need more laundry to be done. Nor avoid her first day of work, as her new self. She gets up… removes her bed lining and thinking of ordering some rubber ones, tosses them into the washing bin. Condoms are an option… but how many a day? During a long hot shower, she plays with her body, now paying attention to changes and not just phoning in… taking notes… noticing her rubber skin now reaches just under her nipples, she cleans herself inside with a douche… something not needed but still pleasurable, she just misses the capacity to fully close her asspussy… it is always, permanently, gaping open wide enough for a cock to go in without effort… washing her hair… noticing it is slightly longer now… and proceeds to cook something. She makes some very runny eggs on toast and coffee with milk, lots of white creamy milk. Lots of sugar. Her taste buds now have remapped how everything tastes. She stops herself from going horny again thinking about sexual food, and once at her desk… she starts talking to herself on how to address the issue.
“Hello… it’s Ruby…”
Fuck! NO. They don’t know me as ruby. She pretend-talks again.
“Hello… it is… Elliot… I…”
Lie? Why? I have done nothing wrong. Why am I so afraid?
Because they can cut my lifeline. Because they can cut my income. They can sue me. They can walk to my door and beat me. My survival depends on how they see me. It downs on Ruby… her sheer survival, depends on how she is perceived and the gender they cast on her, and if someone else deems it viable. Years of self-deception now have at least a social structure and explanation to lie against and deflect some self blame.
In the end, she is afraid of making anyone angry at her. Against who she is. For who she is. She thinks “Because I am afraid of who I was and what I could do to… no… I would never… but… someone who wasn’t inside my head, would never know.” The eye inside her mind awakens.
A monologue went into her mind. “Knowing who I am now… enlightens me to who I was. But also… to how I was seen. We treat those who are different like shit, and say those who are not treated like shit, have privileges. But not being treated like shit is not a privilege. It is the normal thing everyone should have. I spent years listening to gay people and trans people tell me I was a privileged white boy, but my life sucked and I was paid like shit. I could not see what was so privileged about. Because there is none. I was so pissed when they said they wanted to remove that privilege because it felt like they wanted my life to have even more shit. And now I can see they just wanted everyone to be treated the same. It is not like they wanted me to lose anything, they just wanted the same I had. Why did I feel so threatened? How could I be so blind?”
Ruby stopped and pondered it is easy to see now, because now, she is afraid to pick up the phone, because she will have that added shit. Is it even worth working in a place like that?
But it was still too much to ponder in one go, and past Ruby, pretending to be a guy named Elliot, caused pain and fear to people with added shit, mostly women, to pose as a fake alfa bro. The bodies of others were cast into the flames to feed the bros and keep them away from what was really inside their hearts.
The mind goes back to female co-workers and a sense of guilt washes over. To not stand up to a trans co-worker who lost her job. And now to be in her shoes and fear the same. It is still not even 8am but she walks to the freezer and gets out a bottle of vodka, pouring it in a glass… the gem in her navel starts blinking very lightly as she drinks… and no effect ever happens, as the cage makes sure she is not even close to drunk, but rather, as it usually does… as sober as she has ever been… Super sober might be a term. The cage takes care of her and gets rid of the alcohol without letting it even damage her body. She cries in revolt, in guilt, nothing to drink or do to numb that pain. The pink gem takes on a solid pink sparkle, temporarily reducing all lust to zero, allowing Ruby the needed clarity for this moment. The lust goes away completely, and she has to face who she was.
Wasn’t this cage supposed to make her always horny and needy and forget about life?
“NO” a voice comes from the gem. “WE ARE HERE TO MAKE YOU AWARE. AWAKE. FREE. WHOLE.”
Startled, she looks down on her navel but nothing else comes from it. The gem is… a lot larger than she remembers in its deep pink. She tries to ask for it to answer again… to banter and beg… no help… she dries up her tears… giggles on the idiocy of seeking vodka to drown her problems as she used to… and picks up the phone.
She dials in. Bridget picks up…
“InSelling Tech, this is Bridget, how can I help?" she said.
“Hi Bridget… This is Ru…Elliot. I am a bit under the weather, viruses and colds considered and I am feeling really bad… I think I should stay home today…”
“H…Hey… Is it really you? Your voice… sound really… DIFFERENT… but ok… I will tell the boss you are not showing up today, tell Elliot not to worry… and that I am glad he found someone.” Bridget answered. That startled me… with all the practicing… I ignored how my voice changed. Because it both felt natural, sounded right… and I did not pay enough attention to someone who was used to the old “me”. She could answer it was really her… but… she only thanked her, giggled and felt almost like an understanding wink was done from the other side. It made Ruby wonder how they would deal if she went in as she is.
She went back to bed. Touched and kissed and played a bit with her dildoes… the gem returning her arousal to her new normal, but not enough for the trouble as superseding it, is the mental image of what she was. Of how she was. THAT THING, she was. She got up and walked to my wardrobe… one by one, she pulled out suit after suit that no longer fits her or speaks any truth to who She was. Black. Black. Black. Black. Deep Gray. Black. Ties… red, red, red, black, red, black, red, blue and red with stars, that last one she got for fun, but got so many of the bros saying so much about how it was goated, so she kept it and even wore it more. It was back on election day, they all voted for their big “STRONG” man, showing how women should be treated. Grabbed. Does she still think that? Oh fuck. The idiocy only now downs on our hero.
How easy it is to accept abuse if you are doing the abusing.
The funny thing is… as he felt he was doing the abusing… but he was just keeping everyone else in check, dealing harassment and pain in exchange for the slightest sensation of assurance. She could pretend to be a he, and as a he, keep all the shes in check.
His wardrobe was all trash for the new she that Ruby was.
She finds it hard to rekindle who she is now… to who she felt she was. To how she knew she was who she was, to how she dressed herself in drabs of denial and pretend she was that. And how much that had to cause pain, to stand up on fake grounds. Lots to amend to.
I walk back to my computer and come online… and browse for office clothes… wondering if I still want that path. I could follow a new path. Do something new. Move away. Go somewhere no one knows who I used to be and start anew.
Slowly, I pick the dildo again and start fucking… moaning… moaning louder… fucking harder… I notice with a smile, fucking is becoming second nature as I am always wet, always open, and always clean for play… I lose again track of time as I fuck for what feels like hours, and the clock shows as hours… as it is nighttime again. I imagine for a moment what life in a household of caged girls and gurls would be like… if we could get any work done before we get to fucking. For a second I think of my previous work.
I sit down, and open an email. To all my female co-workers. To my gay male ones, to everyone I feel I owe this to.
“Hi.
For the longest time, I must say, I struggled with this. Which I knew, always knew, was the reality of who I am. So, coming out, as many of you might know, is not the easiest thing. And the toxicity of who I pretended I was, to hide the signs of who I truly am, created a sort of dead land around me, where only sorrow would blossom. As you could see from the company I kept.
I came to thinking, crying and realizing that I must be honest to myself… and with that, honest to you all. I am not Elliot, but Ruby. I am gender non-conformant. And I know my old me, would use that as a cause for humiliation. I do hope I can count on your humanity to find a better way for me to pay back for all the pain I caused, hopefully, by hoping everyone as much as possible.
Tomorrow I will call the boss… I might be fired… I am wondering myself if I should continue or start anew.
But at the end of the day, what I really know… is that you deserved better by me. I am sorry for every single time I mistreated you as a way to hide away from myself. It was a gesture of cowardice and worthy of mistrust. Still, I owe you. Regardless of what path life takes, eventually, I want to make it up for you and meet in a new capacity.
Love,
Ruby”
I added my personal phone… send. And go to bed.
My mind was overtaken by dreams… Daddy comes over.
“Hello little gurl”.
“Hello Daddy…”
He comes over, I am kneeling on the pink rubber padded floor of the dreamscape dungeon I call the home of my soul… with his hard cock and thick heavy rubber gloved hand… and caresses my pink rubber hooded face.
“I am proud of you.”
I wake up… crying. Nothing more. Nothing less.
It is night outside; the clock says it is still a couple of hours for the next day. I move the blanket and my bedlinen is coated in thick white cum where my clit and pussy were. I feel the sensation of pleasure wash over my body, like a good orgasm. A reward from Daddy. From that inner Daddy that is a part of me, the One I seek in my dreams.
Sweaty, rubbery and coated in cum, I slide out of my bed, smiling and happy and proud, and I know this is me. I know my path is not back to where I was. I will still someday close ties with those I wronged in my life, but I need a new way. My past job was just a job, meant for paying bills. Repeating that would just be going back to familiar patterns of exchanging life for money to exchange for life. Rinse and repeat. I feel I should be more and do more and spend more of my life being happy, feeling pleasure, and if I can, hoping others do not follow the same path. At least now I hope, where I do not belong.
I sit on my kitchen table… wondering where to next. My pussy starts aching for cock again, leaving a small puddle of wetness as I try to ignore what I need to do.
Chapter 7: A night out in town
I sit on my kitchen table… wondering where to next. My pussy starts aching for cock again, leaving a small puddle of wetness as I try to ignore what I need to do. I cock-smoke for a bit, the name I gave for sucking on a dildo as if I was smoking a cigarette, as my tongue is now very sensitive and pleasurable by it, almost as if as my clit lost all function, many other erogenous areas increased theirs… but I am too horny to just be happy with sucking a plastic toy.
Going back to bed I lay on my side and slide the rubber cock in my pussy, slowly, twisting, making it slide lovingly against my ribbed rubber pussy. My pleasure starts building up as I force myself into another anal orgasm which clears my mind for a bit, enough to lovingly sleep for a bit.
When I wake up, it is still night, and I am very horny again. I reach down between my legs to tease my permanently encased and rigid clit and find nothing. I am startled with surprise, but not shock, and move to the closest full body mirror. I look stunning. Maybe I should be shocked by what I see, but I am entranced and enthralled by myself.
My lips are pink and shiny and rubbery. They look like they have been injected with something, pillowy and engorged, full engorged puffy cushions for cock. I lick them wet with my tongue, noticing there is now a small gem on my tongue, shaped like a stud, also pink, also blinking slightly. I look down at my body and the rubbery material now coats most of it, it is almost as if I was wearing a deep shiny black catsuit, my nipples being rubbery and pink and puffy like my lips, matching the pink of the large pink crystal on my navel. From what I read in the Owner’s Manual, it means my body is whole caged. I am a Caged Sissy now. Permanently.
My waist is forced down to maybe 17” by a strict shiny black corset-like structure, making me extremely aroused by what I see. Down towards my clit, where it used to be at least, there is a pink gem-like bulge, with two lip-like mounds. I caress them and find they are my she-balls, moved into separate encasements side by side of where my now absent clit would be, its position indicated just by a very small and petite labia shaped slit, from where a slow trail of my precum keeps leaking out, my new pee hole. I love the sensation and the tingling of arousal that comes from caressing their painfully tight skin. My hair has also changed, it is slightly longer on one side, while remaining short on the left side of my head and gained a tone of pink towards the tips. I love how I look and wink at the mirror.
I catch myself posing, sensuously, seducing myself into another moment of lust as I see the trails of precum and anal wetness running down my now black rubber encased legs, and I go again feck the dildo. I lay in bed, slowly ramming it up and down while squeezing my balls with free hand, imagining how they will feel when a strong Daddy slaps against them when fucking me… I moan loudly… and slap them, painfully feeling the shots of lust and pain from my balls into my filled asspussy, making me shoot a strong streak of cum in the air, landing on the blackness of my rubber skin. I moan, lavishly taking it with my fingers and licking… eventually I polish my skin slightly with a cloth… polish, I giggle at how natural that idea has become, and leave the bed. I am still aroused. I am still horny. I need cock. Real cock. I toss the big dildo aside and go fetch my phone.
I flick through the apps and move into the cage app. The temptation to lock again comes as an afterthought, but I can see how stupid that would feel and brush that way, even if it would be fun to see John again and thank him properly. Maybe even with a blowjob. But I am sure of who I am and what I want. I have started making money on the webcam app… a lot more than I expected and even making me know how much of my life before the cage was wasted and how abused I was by my previous work. The new work for the new me pays me enough to be horny and happy. I just need to get something I want and have been missing. What I want is to find a good Daddy cock.
I close the app and move to install a dating one, hoping to find cock. And fast. OMG, I am horny again, my pussy is leaking all over the bed in anticipation of being fed. I cannot go out leaking like this and leaving a trail of wetness. After pondering a bit on what to do, I reach for a very large plug I have always kept for the sake of desire and lust, but never had managed to use, for its size. I always wanted to be a size queen, but my own physical limits and fears have prevented me from going all the way for fear of ripping myself open. This one was one such failure on my part, always minutes of struggle rather than giving up. Which now, is a past consideration, I now have the body I want for the life I want. If nothing else, it would be able to cork my asspussy shut from making such constant wetness wherever I sit. After struggling for a bit, it fell into place and my muscles comfortably and quietly stretched and it went comfortably inside. I moaned loudly as if a part of the puzzle I am now, had fallen into place. A piece I did not think about before, the pleasure of being plugged. It felt odd to be plugged and not owned, but it made enough sense I had to caress my now closed pussy for a few minutes, moaning, wanting more, feeling SO FULL AND COMPLETE. Caressing the base of the plug now serving as a lid, and the rim of my asspussy stretched around the base. It is an uncanny feeling I cannot explain. I am now a permanently plugged sissy it seems, only unplugged to fuck and clean myself. I suck and suck and suck on the plug with my pussy, bringing me to the brink of another orgasm, but it doesn't happen, I am just left on the brink of a promise for one. I tried a few times, but it seems the cage is smarter than I am and knows what the plug is meant for, and I needed one. The leaking stopped on my pussy, but continued my clit, but the oozing precum, delicious as it is as I feed from a few licks from my fingers, can be kept from messing the place with some panties. For as long as they are rubber ones.
Soon, I am properly dressed now, a pink rubber skirt and matching blouse, with pink tight rubber panties, keeping my wetness inside. And pink rubber gloves, elbow long. My legs are in pink rubber stockings, going all up to my naturally black rubber thighs. I put on knee high pink rubber boots in 5” heels I was never able to walk on previously, but now feel so natural to my feet. I look in the mirror and model a bit, a matching pink overcoat in extremely vibrant dark shocking pink, lies on the coach. I moan to what I see, suckle on the plug and my lust is now checked and contained and overflowing from my eyes and nipples and lips. I caress my sissy cherries through my skirt and panties, feeling the delicious sensation of squeezing them slowly and softly, the sensual pain of genital torture now a constant turn-on for me.
But what I need is cock. Real cock. I am done with the rubber ones and I think it is time to go for the real deal. I have sucked in the past, yes, on the backseat of a dark bus during college, in the darkness of porn theaters. Always shady, hidden, and sucking something wrapped in a condom. I want better now, I want more than just a quickie, I want to be fucked. The phone, yes, I need the phone, forget the cocks a bit.
I lay in bed and lick my luscious pink thickened cock pillow lips as I flip the dating app. The fucking app. I seek fuck buddies in my region. I click gay, BDSM, take hot photos of myself in my pink get up, and no one answers. I get quite annoyed as it seems most BDSM gay doms want masculine gay subs, not “sissy faggoty fairies” as one put it. He made me so horny thinking about him being a bad daddy. But I keep flicking. New app, new try. Nothing. I go online on a Fetish website and start browsing, posting pics, looking for locals. It is quite a while until I get someone, a big black rubber daddy, not exactly local but who can drive into town, willing to meet at a local bar. When it is the time we agreed to meet, I am out of the house and in a cab before I can even shut down the computer.
I think I might have arrived at the club too early, eager, thrilled and also, inexperienced to the point of giggly nervousness. It is a normal weekday night, so kind of empty. I ask for a shot of vodka, not that it would have any effect on me, but I still enjoy the taste, and take a seat under the pink and purple lights, on a corner. The walls are all painted black, except for red velvet cushions. There are a few pink and red and blue cushioned loveseats with Trifid footing, with upholstery in what seems to be a mix of French Rococo and English Queen Anne, very queer and plush.
A black rubber loveseat, made pink and purple from the reflections of light on it, calls for me as I sit down and put my vodka shot on the stand. I chew on my plug in anticipation as I pick my cell phone to check for any messages, wondering where He might be. Not far, from what I can tell from his last message. I let the shot into me, the ice-cold drink flowing within my system and taking the edge of tense anticipation away, before the cage gets rid of the rest of the alcohol. I cross my legs, surprised at how feminine they look crossed, the shiny pink rubbery stockings and pink boots on the squeaky black rubber surface of the sofa.
I start to work on my pose thinking about how Daddy will see me when he comes in. I try to sit properly, letting the full power of the corset move me into displaying the full hourglass formed by my ass and waist, the plug shifting inside and filling my eyes with lustful need. I model myself after the models from classical fetish magazines such as “Latex-Maid” and “Dressed for Pleasure”, happy at how natural and easy those ideas flow into my mind without an inch of shame or remorse.
When he comes in and smiles upon seeing me sitting on the rubber sofa, it feels like time stopped for a second, he is gorgeous, and I get giggly as he walks towards me. He is dressed casually, but in black, kind of a disappointment when you crave for a hot rubber Daddy, but His hardening cock cannot be concealed under His jeans. He caught me licking my lips looking straight at His cock, apparently unable to hide the chat bubbles inside my own head.
“Hello, you must be Ruby…” He says, looking at me with a coy smile as he comes by, with a very chill tone of voice. My heart races, I am not sure what to do. A part of me wants to kneel and kiss His cock through the jeans. Another, play the innocent one. Another, beg to be fucked. Another, to run away from there in panic, shame and fear. But that part is now very small and is shooed by the lust growing from my very wet and plugged sissy cunt.
“Hello… should… can… I call You, Sir?" I ask, hoping not to scare Him by showing how needy I am right now.
“Well… I was hoping for a more informal talk… but yes… you can and should. It pleases me.”
I smile and thank Him. He asks me to move aside and sits with me on the love seat. We start with some smalltalk to try to break tensions, and He asks if I would like to drink something. He is surprised I want a vodka, saying he was thinking of coffee, which He has, but asks for vodka for me. I think he doesn’t know I could drink the whole bottle and it would just be like soda. But I play the hot classy one. This late at night, service is slow, but still present. He talks about how pretty I look and He cannot believe I am a boy, but just the kind of boy he likes. I giggle, excited. I slowly sip my drink, as He has his coffee, I can see how constrained His bulge is.
“Do you want to touch it?” He casually asks, between sips. I nod. “You may”, he says, sitting back, parting His toned legs in a way that gets me off the loveseat, taking the space for two, pushing me towards the side of the seat. “I don’t think this loveseat is big enough for us both right now… but you can kneel on the floor… or sit on my lap. “he smiles.
I kneel… He moves towards the center, now fully parting his legs… slowly and patiently sipping his coffee. “Well… you can unzip it Ruby, and play with it a bit if you want, this is a BDSM club after all, everyone is used to some casual light play…”
I nod… my fingers fumble and tremble a bit on the buckles… I have never really done anything like this before. I have done and undone buckles like this a thousand times, my own. The heaviness of the metal falls to the side, opening space for the several buttons on the pants. I can clearly see… and smell… His manly wetness. There is a building dark spot forming on his cock head. I move my index finger towards the wetness and touch it, feeling the sticky deliciousness of strong male dominant precum, so much thicker and stronger than mine. I press my index finger and thumb together a few times seeing the stickiness form a thread between my fingers… I want to suck but He stops me. “We only do it safely here, no fluids exchanged. Not for now. We will do everything safely; do you Understand?” He says, before asking if I have a condom. I shake my head feeling truly stupid. He slowly moves to his back pocket and produces one from His wallet, and hands it to me. “Slowly, carefully, with your fingers… at some point you will learn to do with those delicious lips of yours… “He says, caressing my hair, sending shivers of desire down my spine, making me ooze precum down inside my pink rubber panties, happy for they are stopping me from making a mess on the club floor, even if a small part of me fantasizes about licking the floor clean for Daddy.
I finish unbuckling the buttons on His pants… slightly surprised He doesn’t wear zippers, but it makes sense with a COCK this size… and my fingers slide inside… pulling His already hardened cock out of his wet, smeared, black silk boxers. It is black, big, thick, shiny… I have some difficulty wrapping the condom down… it wants to constantly roll back up… He moans, throwing His head back in enjoyment, seems I am not the only one enjoying the situation… I moan… and finish unwrapping to His Thick Black Big Balls. He is fully shaven, and I place a kiss on his now latex sheathed cock. I look up for Him for His permission and He silently nods… I start placing kisses with my engorged pink lips on His cock head, each kiss feels sexual and pleasurable for me, as if my lips are now also sexual organs to be explored and abused. I moan as I lick and kiss… He moans as the gem on my tongue caresses the underneath of His cock head. I gently fumble my way to getting His cock in… afraid of its size… afraid of how big… until I feel His hand behind my head, slowly, encouraging me to move.
“Do you trust me? Pat your hands on my thighs if you need me to stop…” He says gently, I can feel His cock spurting hot precum through the thin veil offered by the condom. I nod, and His strong hand now pushes my head towards His cock… gently at first… then harder… He grabs my pink hair and uses me as His own toy… fucking my mouth… fucking my mouth hard… I feel His meat of a cock, his warmth, His pulsating veins against my mouth, tongue and throat… it moves down my throat without effort…
“OH FUCK! YOUR THROAT IS RIBBED LIKE A SEX TOY! YOU REALLY ARE ONE OF THOSE! OMG!” He lets out in a scream, as I also feel His sliding with ease as He throatfucks me harder and deeper and with sheer intensity, giving me room to catch my breath but teaching me how much my new body is meant for fucking, and how much it can take… sometimes it feels like my throat is about to be ripped in two…
“… UGHHH… SISSY… ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES?…” He grunts while fucking me… I nod as much as I can, lightheaded from the intensity of His fucking… “… UGH… TAKE IT OFF… “ I nod… and after some weird motions and awkward gestures, my panties fall to the floor with a sound of oozing wetness and letting out a smell of warm latex and fresh sissy juices. He lets go of my hair… and makes me let go of His cock… and stands up… picking me and putting me facing him up… with my sexy pink stockinged and booted legs on each of His shoulders. “Oh… I should have asked if it was plugged too… may I…?” He asks, slightly panting… I nod slowly, entranced… facing His black manly face… His bald head, His beautiful eyes, His lips, His short well-kept beard… He gently grabs the base of my plug and smiles seeing my moans and reactions, as He pulls it out in a slow, intentionally twisting motion. He hands me the wet plug for keepsake until we are done. “Here… we will need this again in a while, won’t we?” He says. I nod, and feel the big head of his Cock, with the cumsack of the condom already getting full of His thick strong precum, enter my ribbed pink pussy.
He starts fucking me, harder, faster, deeper than I expected. He has no reservations on abusing my asspussy… I scream loudly, feeling my pleasure build up, my pussy clench, my balls being pounded, pounded hard, beaten at each motion, sending shocks of pain to my nipples and pussy, as I instinctively pinch them harder and harder, my mouth, my tongue… needy… my pussy, full… I start sucking the plug, kissing it, enjoying my own taste, making my own mouth and tongue work, fucking my own mouth as He fucks my pussy, in and out, almost all out, all in, his Big Black Balls hitting my bubble ass cheeks. I feel Him shoot hot cum in my pussy… I feel the condom fill with warmness meant for my body, and I cannot stop from obeying the trigger of cumming with my Daddy. I explode in a jet of thick white cum shot directly from my bulge-slit to my face, as if my body is now constructed to offer me bukkake anytime I cum for real. Daddy moans loudly and laughs, pulling it… I close my eyes to recover until I feel a warm rubbery mass touch my lips. Daddy is holding the filled condom against my lips…
“You did well, Ruby… see how much you made me cum?”
I feel proud. Calm. Happy. Taken. I nod and smile, licking my lips from the taste of my own cum and open my lips welcoming His gift. He takes it away.
“We play safe, remember? But maybe someday… “ He says, sitting with me on the loveseat and gently using a hand towel to wipe my face and boytits clean from my own cum. He just shoves His wet delicious cock back into His boxers, sitting there with me for a while, letting me rest on His manly muscles. “You really are one of those caged boys, aren’t you? You are the real deal.”
“Yes Sir.” I smile as my mind wants to offer Him the lock of my cage.
“Maybe someday I can have one of my own. They say the Owner can control and change you in even more amazing ways”, He teases.
“That would be amazing, Sir,” I purr in lustful need. He picks the plug from my hands, and slowly, without asking, starts to put it back into place, sealing my pussy, making me let out a sensual needy sound of deep pleasure. “There… all as it SHOULD BE, don’t you agree?” I nod. I moan. I feel my wetness flow from my clit slit down my legs. I notice we caught the attention of most of the current patronage who did stop to watch.
Daddy takes another coffee and has to get going. I nod and pick up my panties, putting them into my small backpack, and we head out. He makes sure to wait with me until my cab arrives, before getting into His car and heading home.
“You message me saying you arrived home safe, ok? Sexy things like you must be careful and protected.” He says.
“Thank you… Daddy.” I blush like a schoolgirl. He smiles and smacks my ass as I get into the cab.
“Message me.”
I drive home with butterflies flowing in my stomach. I feel the happiest I have been in a while. I should do this more often. A deep pink now pulsates on my navel and my tongue, feeling me with warmth.
Chapter 8: Point of no return
The night is full of cotton-candy dreams, pink, fluffy, sweet but full of rubber. Ruby is laying on a pink inflatable chair, with high back and keeping her legs high and apart, like a gynecological one, but this is very pink and fluffy and sissy. Her clit only makes itself present to guarantee an oozing flow of precum as a big pink dildo moves in and out of her chair, in her asspussy. Her mind is assaulted by subliminal messages reassuring she is a good sissy, she lives for cock, she lives to suck cock, she is a sissy, she should be reminded she is a sissy, a good gurl, and good gurls love cock.
Her face is covered in a pink rubber gas-mask with special lenses that pump her brain with images of porn, delicious cock, delicious cum and more fucking, as the plugs in her ears repeat the trancing subliminals and enforcement messages, reinforced by the rhythm and the pacing of the anal pussy dildo. Her mouth is also filled but by an inflatable cock shaped gag, but not fucking, not hard, just resting there. Ruby can feel the full length of the monster down her throat, just opening a gap for air to pass, while dilating her throat fully, and making her used to the sensation.
A buzzer comes off and Ruby wakes… she moans loudly, feeling her throat and pussy taken full. She opens her eyes to see only pink spirals that slowly fade as she blinks. If she was outside of her body, she would have seen her eyes are now coated with lenses that looked from the outside like pink spiral lenses, projecting to her what she has to see, and those around, if her eyes are open, what she is being shown by the lenses.
She picks up a nearby mirror and takes a glance on her face… a huge pink dildo is lodged within her mouth and down her throat, the base of the dildo perfectly imitating open pink rubber lips, making the dildo into a hollow cock sleeve for Daddies. She knows this by instinct and doesn’t even look disturbed at the construct provided by the cage’s constant seek to perfect her. And the more she learns and grows, the more she craves. She needs a disciplining dominant hand; she instinctively knows this to be true. She looks down her neck and by the base in her back, she finds her new nostrils, hidden close to her hairline so as to not draw attention. She smiles underneath her faux cocksleeve lips and explores her dilated throat, the 15” monster deep inside, keeping her full. She motions to get up but is held in place by her asspussy. Looking down, she notices her bed was transformed into a puffy doll seat, indented in her exact shape, in pink rubber. It feels inflatable but is in all actuality filled with a sort of gel from what she can feel by caressing and exploring with her fingers and moving her weight around. Almost like storage. She is held in place by her asspussy, a huge dildo deep inside. She tries a few times to get it off her, to no avail, but noticing at each try, it shoots lube inside of her pussy, letting her slide slightly up and down. She moans, aroused, and cannot resist fucking the dildo, hard, riding it up and down, moaning, touching her small A cups with abandonment, without realizing they were not there the night before, nor were her nipples so enlarged nor pierced with pink rubber coated thick metal rings. Nor did she go to bed naked. All she could care now, was fucking, with her increased libido, her tongue working fully on the base of the throat dilator in place.
With loud moans and precum slowly flowing down her legs, she humps the dildoplug of her pink sleeping pod, the cushioned pads around her moving slightly, adding to the bouncing she is going for, like a doll fucking her own dollbox, building up her lust and feeling the gigantic pink dildo respond in kind, oozing more and more lube in her asspussy, making her feel whole and full, until she explodes in a sissygasm, again, her well placed slit shooting her hot web of white gelatinous cum all over her body and face, until the anal dildo deflates audibly, letting out of her. She moans, still leaving it inside, before turning around, the monster trainer sliding out and remaining slightly erect in the seat, ready for her to take a seat again in the new pink sleeping pod for a pink rubber sissy doll, the dildo with a bulbous head and a knotting bulb right behind it explaining the extra delicious pressure she felt… she was being held down, like a bitch in heat, until she made her dog-like lover cum. Or at least, it feels like this is what she is being trained for, by the cage.
She noticed the juices flowing into the surface of her skin as well on the pink surface of the pod were being absorbed, her new doll pod shiny and ready for her. The dildo would slowly turn towards her asspussy she noticed without alarm, and without being alarmed by her lack of alarm. This all felt natural, she loved cock. She loved rubber. She loved pink. She loved Daddy. She should always be ready to be Daddy’s cocksleeve. The chant echoed inside her horny mind without her realizing. She suddenly remembered the doorbell buzzer and without even covering up, went to open it, to find no one there. Just a message of a delivery postponed. How long did she take to get released from the love pod her bed had transformed during the night?
She was anyway hungry and needed some coffee… she took some time to dislodge the monster intruder on her throat. She first had to unstick the base of the dilator from her lips… it seems to have been sealed with a form of vacuum pressure… her lips felt tender and engorged and like they were doing part of the trapping of the device, so she had to also move them, as if suckling and opening until she got the seal to break. Then it was a matter of sliding it out. She could still breathe also from her normal nostrils, but testing, she found out her neck ones came into play if she even had her nose or mouth covered. She would never suffocate. Picking the mirror again she proceeded to investigate what further changes were done to her body. Her lips were even fuller and closing them took some effort. Some real effort. Speaking was also challenging and needed concentration. She tested relaxing her mouth and face fully, and her lips opened to an almost perfectly round O. They would remain partially open, pink, engorged. She noticed something weird inside her mouth and tried to explore it, but the breathing on the mirror and its size stopped her from doing so.
After moving to the bathroom she was able to confirm her suspicion. She moved her tongue, to see the shiny pink gem was now larger than before, rounder, adorned by a golden rim, now sat on a pink tongue, slightly ribbed just like the rest of the inside of her mouth. She tried to bite down, to find out her teeth were firm, but not solid. She touched, fondled them, biting down on her index finger, no pain. Her teeth now became rubbery as a sex doll’s. They even looked fake if you were to pay attention, one single construct with tiny indents to pretend they are human teeth. They did not look the right color, but rather, a direct bright white, shiny with her extra lubricant saliva.
Her prodding fingers were coated in black rubber, as was her whole body from her neck down. Her pink hair and pink eyelashes contrasted with her still black eyebrows. Everything else from her body changed, much to things Daddy said last night, how He would like her to change if she was His. Or things her own horny mind implied from those remarks. She fondled her small petite breasts… and a white thick cum-like fluid oozed from her open, pierced nipple. Taking a taste from her finger, she confirmed it was indeed sissy cum. White, creamy, but not man cum, a very pale imitation, with a very sweet scent and taste. A perverted idea took her mind, of tasting it with her coffee.
After some time making some fresh coffee, she moaned as pressing her nipples and milking herself produced a floating creamy top on her black coffee, naturally sweetening it. Taking a sip, she confirmed it is just as she loves her coffee but never could get it right. Abhorrently sweet, creamy, perfect for her new taste.
Her new teeth, on the other hand, proved a bit of a challenge to the French baguette toast, needing to be wet in the coffee to be broken by her teeth. The pleasure of crunchy foods gone, but a good positive trade for the pleasure of cocks, she imagined and moaned again. Another perverted idea came to her to solve this problem: she just had to feed from nothing but cum from now on. She moaned, wetness dripped from her still open pussy on the floor, reminding her she now needs a plug. suckling the anal plug with her pussy. She went to pick up her phone, to seek messages, to find out she was not just sleeping for a night. A whole week has trespassed in her slumber as she transformed into the warm womb of her pink rubber chrysalis. Oddly enough, it did not disturb her.
In the interim of little more than a few weeks, the magical cage had transformed her life for the better. Her mind, her body. She is now happy and not stressed and looks so pretty. She giggled after finishing her wet toast, and went online, to make some money out of horny Daddies.
She giggled and started an effort to make hot images out. She put on the entirety of her rubber wardrobe, makeup was no longer a concern, her rubbery shiny face always perfect in a way she could not improve on. The pink rubber maid outfit. The pink catsuit. Even naked, she was always black, rubbery and shiny. She could not stop herself from performing for the camera with her biggest dildoes, now all slightly interesting compared to Big Black Cock. To the REAL Big Black Cock, she had the previous week. She found herself fucking and sucking on the dildoes thinking of Daddy, but finding it odd in this time, there wasn’t a single message from him after the last message she exchanged upon arriving home from the club.
After she finished the last show, she sent a message. A few. Many. She was scared she might have put him on the run after sending so many naughty images to his mailbox. But if that was so, He would tell her. Wouldn’t he?
Chapter 9: Enter The Countess
Ruby spent the night fucking. Fucking and posing for the webcam. Fucking, posing for the webcam, and posting those photos on several websites. She wanted attention, she wanted company. She wanted to fuck. This was becoming absurdly normal for Ruby to the point she would not notice and her capacity for self-awareness in terms of social norms was being quickly lost, evading day by day, as traits of her own past identity. The Ruby which exists now, is now far removed from the closeted sissy boy of weeks ago, the pink shimmer in her eyes now visible even if lights are turned off, giving the photos an aura of hunger and need. This new Ruby is also so far removed from normal non-sexual life, existing for cock, cum and sex.
Once the session was over, she would move towards her much beloved sleeping pod, which she would think was her doll box. She would bend over the high cushioned sides, before sliding it, and gently stroking her connection dildo. The pink monster would awake and greet her by offering a generous amount of white thick cum-like lubricant, which she would, after kissing the inflatable knot area of the dildo, caress and stroke, before getting naked to her rubber skin, inserting the now 17” long throat plug, the pink gas-mask, connect the gas-mask hose to the doll box and feel the pink gas starting to pump in, getting her in what she now calls candyland, where everything is made of fluffy pink and cum. She giggled inside her gagged mouth, and slowly moved into the cushioned recess shaped to her exact measure.
Slowly, she fucks her way into connecting the anal dildo in place. Once she reaches the point where its insertion is complete, she can feel it inflate to its fullest, ensuring she will not be allowed out, until her sleeping cycle is complete. The gas-mask oozes more of the pink gas into her, as she lays back, an arm on each side, legs kept wide open, cock inflated inside, throat taken by the gag, and her eyesight starts fogging up, welcoming a night gazing at the pink spiral. She is truly happy.
She no longer sleeps in the normal sense as she only has cycles. And the night cycle is spent in her sleeping pod, being trained mentally as her body is further perfected by the materials provided by the pod, constructed by the cage. During her night cycle, her vision is made pink, and her mind can in between lessons, visit her inner heavy rubber daddy, and dream of her black big cock daddy fucking her. They keep her company in between lessons on improving herself as a perfect fuckdoll. She no longer wants anything but that goal, that desire to perfect herself into the ultimate tool for sex. Now she understands fully what the life as a Caged Sissy means. She only finds it weird; she is the only one she knows.
She wanted attention and company. His company. Daddy’s company. It has been now two weeks and he has been silent, as she teases him with photos of her fucking herself, with photos of her with her big toys playing for the camera. Asking to meet again. Making short videos and sending him imagining his strong hands around his throbbing cock, cumming to her.
Tonight, she needed him. Unaware and uncaring for the time of the day, meaningless to her new stamina and attention, she picks up her phone and starts posing. And fucking. And posing. And sending. And posing, clicking, sending. Sending. Photo after photo, until a response comes.
“Who are you?" his answer came.
“I am a sissy, Daddy. I am YOUR sissy, Daddy! Sissy wanna fuck!” Ruby says, giggling, suckling on her dildo.
“I am married, I was sleeping! My wife almost caught the photos on the phone! STOP FUCKING SENDING PORN TO MY PHONE!”
“But Daddy, I am so horny!” Ruby answered, almost without thinking.
“OK, I am blocking you! Stop pestering me you fucking tranny!”
He hangs up. His void was full of anger. The shimmer on Ruby’s eye went away. For the first time in weeks, Ruby was outside the haze of lust, shocked by rejection and prejudice. This time, by someone from whom it did really hurt. She felt used. She felt hated. She felt alone. She mustered the energy to say she was sorry on a text message and delete his contact and the thread on her phone, more out of a sudden wave of shame overflowing her senses, but also to avoid the temptation of calling again. He was clear, she got the message.
For a moment, some of the old Ruby was back, and teared up, getting up and turning on the lights to explore her body in a mirror. Her skin was almost rubber in texture, regardless of black or mimicking human skin. Her permanently open lips, her now completely absent teeth, replaced by a dense layer of soft pink rubber spikes that went down her throat, meant to excite cocks from all directions as they rubbed in and out. Her cute button nose. Everything about her exuded sex. But now of all moments the old self came forth and it was time for an honest talk between two stages of her life. She was happy. Proud. But how it was possible, it was supposed to be just a sex toy, just a cage. She looked down, seeing that what used to be her penis is completely gone and not missed. In that place, there are just two painful mounds, her balls, placed and reshaped in the manner of fake pussy lips crowing a tiny bulge marked with a pink padlock sign over the black rubber. She made sure not to re-lock herself. She remembered she was warned the cage would bring out her true self… is this her true self? She felt lacking, needing. It was that Daddy that made her feel complete, or the illusion of dominance? The need for dominance. Coming from any place, even a fake one?
She felt a few tears run as her heart ached. The fear of complete loss washed over her mind. For a moment it felt like she was an addict, acting on a destructive drive beyond her control. She needed help, but now she was alone. What was she gonna do? What could she do?
“I could fuck…” the need came back whispering from the recess of her mind. She wondered if that was the cage talking, she knew better that the cage only gave her what she wished and was not to blame. She knew that, for she knew what John said back then, was the truth. She did not know how or why, but she did know it. But she tried to avoid giving in to her nature now, it was important to remain aware and think things through. But her body was building up the lust again. The haze was coming back. She had redesigned her own body FOR that purpose. She just did not know why.
She ran to the bathroom and ran a cold shower. She felt the cold shock wake her up for a moment.
“This is kind of hot…” she imagined, her right hand caressing her right nipple. She slapped her own face, hoping the shock would wake her up. She imagined a dominant smacking her face. She moaned, felt to the shower floor and slowly inserted a few fingers in her hungry asspussy… a tint of pink reappearing in her eyes as the gems on her body started to shine brightly in their own deep shade of a color similar to pink but of an eldritch nature, an unknown color understood by the mind and not by the eyes, an unnatural color translated by your mind’s eye as pink. As her rubbery fingers explored the inner core of her tightly pink ribbed rubbery asspussy and ribbed mouthpussy, her worries and fears were gone. Cold water ran down her rubbery skin as her moans added to the shower sound… her nipples oozing a white fluid instantly washed down the drain as the doll came, and came again, the pinkness of her eyes glowing strongly once more.
The doll crawled out of the shower, her rubbery skin coated in shiny droplets of water, as she went back to her computer, a pink dildo similar to the one in her doll box now solidly integrated in the pinkness of her seat, another construct from the nanite infused cage. If the old Ruby and her fears were still there, she would take a backseat to the drunken haze of pink lust. And need. She giggled, riding on her computer chair cock slowly, enjoying the endless pleasure, while answering comments and hits, ever hornier at each promise to fuck her, at every daddy with a cock pic.
Until one particular comment caught her eye, a beautiful Rubber Goddess, her name simply “The Countess”. Ruby favored Daddies, but she was strangely captured, intrigued and aroused by this single post, by this single person. Searching in Her profile, she could not help but ride the chair dildo harder, moaning, clicking like and love in each photo, leaving hornier and lustier comments on each single one. She was from Eastern Europe, but was in town for business and Ruby seems to have caught Her eye. Ruby sent a private message. It did not take long for an answer to arrive in the form of a private message.
“It seems I have attracted your attention. It also seems you are a caged girl. I do like the commitment of caged girls. But only those that I can get to CLICK with me.
The Countess”
Ruby’s incessant fucking of the chair dildo increased. She moaned loudly, seeking another orgasm, her nipples aching for attention as she typed.
“I am unlocked. Unowned. So I am still to find someone I can CLICK with.”
She reclined fully, letting the entirety of the toy bury itself in her body. The head touching her inside in sensitive places like she never felt before. The wetness of her asspussy slowly being milked by the soft pink rubber intruder leaving a puddle on the pinkness of her rubber seat. An answer came.
“It feels improper to leave such a beautiful creature unlocked, wandering around in a haze of lust. I am sure you agree with Me, that is detrimental to your health, a wanton slut fucking around. Rubberdolls always want to fuck, you need a strong hand and a collar keeping you in check. And plugged.
The Countess."
Ruby caresses her sweet, locked bulge, moaning lovingly, hey eyes sparkling with a deep shade of that same unnatural pink. She writes yet another response.
“It would be delightful to know what it feels like to be locked for good. I long for it. I think it is my fate. But so far, I found none I could really trust for it.”
She moaned, lips being licked by her pink rubbery tongue, her mouth taking the shape of a round, pink O inflated ring, perfect pillows for fucking. She could no longer close it, nor wanted to close it. Ruby’s body shape started to take a few more changes softly and gently, in a way now natural to her new sense of self. At least when captured and lost in her deep haze. She moans lovingly once more, as a new message arrives.
“And how the trust of such a delightful creature such as you could be won by such a Goddess such as me?
In rubber love,
The Countess.”
Ruby hastily sent the address of the same club she used to meet the man she once called her Daddy. All signs of depression were gone. Her eyes fixed on the screen as she rode the plug.
“I am aware of that place. Meet me there NOW.
The Countess.”
Ruby left the seat, a puddle of wetness behind, as she walked toward the wardrobe, seeking her pink rubber boots and overcoat, and nothing more, leaving her apartment behind.
Ruby waits eagerly on the same cushioned rubber seat of the club. She moans softly, caressing her aching balls through the pink rubber of her coat. Slapping them. Squeezing them. Her mind reminded herself she had to keep her mouth closed, try to look normal. Natural. The Countess was taking Her sweet time to show up, leaving an impatient fuckdoll needy for pleasure.
“What you need is not pleasure, it is Discipline,” a soft spoken but impossible dominant voice thick with eastern European accent, carrying the weight of old nobility, can be heard from behind, as if reading her mind. Ruby turns, to see a tall lively rendition of confidence made alive. The Countess stood, black rubber cape tied around Her long graceful neck. With a single movement, She tosses her heavy rubber over her shoulders, displaying the ampleness of her catsuited body, perk pointy breasts formed within the rubber sleeves, and an impossible disciplined waist taunt by a heavy rubber corset. About a dozen gathers flow from her large hips, towards the top of her thigh high 6” boots. She oozed dominance and kink, walking around as if, for Her, this was nothing but casual attire.
Heavy rubber black gloves touch the tiniest of her waist as The Countess takes a pose, her gaze piercing from behind the transparent lenses of a gas-mask, as twin ponytails made from red hair, flow from a rubber hood over her back. She is an imposing image of impossible discipline and rubber love. The doll looks towards Her with needy eyes, her arousal making her mouth want to share as an O, Ruby feels her lips engorge in arousal, a sign her mouth would spring open before all, something she tried to prevent, as her ability to speak would be greatly reduced. The pinkness flowing from her eyes started to increase brightly. “Yes, yes… I can see the lack of proper discipline made your lust overflow out of control… hardly a surprise, but very improper for a caged sissy…” The Countess adds, a single finger moving towards Ruby’s chin, tracing over her engorging lips, gently suggesting she proves she retained self-control by keeping her gaping mouth closed, apparently knowing what was taking place with the doll.
She sits in an opposing chair with royal gracefulness, crossing her legs, while the bartender arrives with a shot of vodka for Her. She slowly unbuckles the gas-mask, showing Her angelic features, framed by an open-faced hood, complemented by dark and evocative makeup. Her lips, velvety in a deep shade of crimson red.
“Well Ruby… seems you are in a deeper need of control than I could have assumed,” The Countess says, slowly sipping the drink.
Ruby nods, overtaken by the image of rubber perfection and dominance before her.
“You are allowed to speak…” The Countess adds.
“T-thank you… I-I was unable to… my mouth… I…”
“You could not speak… you are a rubberdoll now… I am surprised you evolved so far without proper supervision. Rubberdolls are naturally submissive. You could never act without permission, in the presence of a true Dominant. It is only natural, and proper.” The Countess added.
“But I could speak normally to Dad… to ‘a daddy’…” Ruby offered.
“Ah… ‘A daddy’… I am sure, lower case d… again… you seem unaware of what the cage does… or what it is for. You got it online and locked it yourself… unaware of what it entailed, and without an owner… am I too far from the truth?" The Countess remarked, uncrossing Her long legs. Ruby lost herself following each moment, the lights of the room reflecting on Her perfectly polished body. A rubber creature arrived, in bright heavy rubber pink french maid uniform and gas-mask. The hem of her skirt almost perpendicular to her tiny heavily corseted waist, revealing a caged bulge, with the same padlock sign but in black contrasting to her pink rubber skin. Her feet encased in ballet boots, long to her ankles, locked by straps. Her hands, encased in pink fingerless mittens, leaving only the opposing thumb capable of holding instruments, as the creature moved with impossible gracefulness. “This is my maid, Ivette. As you can see, Ivette, like you, is a caged sissy. But a properly trained sissy. Aren’t you, Ivette?”
“Oui, Comtesse”, the maid replied from behind the pink tint of her heavy gas-mask.
“This could be you… if you had been properly locked by a proper rubber dominant and had a proper Owner.”
Ruby nods slowly.
“I am ready to propose you could join my little… Entourage… if you would like it. A properly locked cage. Finally, properly locked. I am sure you have been longing for that, for the longest time.”
Ruby nods… truthfully, the pinkness in her eyes slowly subsided. Feeling more in control, not of herself, but resonating for the first time, to being in front of a truly dominant presence.
“Oh my… am I to be so lucky to find myself walking home with a new toy tonight?” She smiles, taking a last sip of the shot.
“Y-yes… Mistr-“ her lips are silenced by a single index fingered rubber glove.
“You will refer to me as Countess, my little toy”.
Ruby nods. Her eyes now normal, new her and old her in balance under the sheer dominance of The Countess.
“Yesh Mishstsh”, Ruby tried to talk… but her arousal made her lips over engorged to the point of preventing her speech.
“Tsk tsk… still so much training to do. Ivette, my dear, please, remove your gas-mask for a moment my dear, we have a baby doll to instruct…”.
The maid nodded and removed her gas-mask. The inside of the gas-mask revealing Ivette also had a thick, perhaps 25” long dildo lodged all the way down her throat as the inside of her gas-mask. Once the monster horse cock was pulled out in one single motion, Ruby looked with awe. She did not have lips to speak of, but a round O cushion.
“Oui, Comtesse, Ivette loves to obey Your every command… ” she said… but her lips did not move.
“You can relax your mouth Ruby… relax… let your mouth take its true final form… “, The Countess said softly, sipping Her vodka.
“BuShhsh… ShHowwshhh” Ruby still tried to speak, and ask, with her increasingly larger lips.
“I believe you can now breathe without your mouth or nose, is that correct?” The Countess replied with the absolute domain of Ruby’s body. The doll nodded. “Well my dear… you found out you could still breathe, once your throat was taken full and using it was impossible… I think you should give up having anything but a mouthpussy. Stop preventing your body from getting closer to its designed final form.”
The fuckdoll nodded… and relaxed her mouth… a wave thick with lust, pleasure and panic filled her soul, as she allowed her mouth to start inflating even further, enlarge, become even more pink, even rounder, the spikes inside her mouth now closing the whole, leaving nothing but a forest of rubber tendrils meant for caressing cocks, and a pillow meant for fucking. A loud moan echoed from the doll once the change was finished, and she knew, permanent.
“See? How do you feel? Doesn’t it feel wonderful to be just like my little Ivette?” The Countess asked with a smile.
“YESSS!” Ruby answered with a sensuous, voluptuous voice, speaking without the struggles of controlling her lips. Her mouth was gone.
“So… you can become mine. I can make you mine. I could, of course, command you to do so, and you would not be able to resist, I am sure. But I want your surrender.”
Ruby nodded. She did not want to test it, she knew it was true.
“You see, with me, you will be with many of your caged sisters, like Ivette and a few others. Precious toys are not to be left wandering around.”
Ruby nodded once more. “Yes Countess,” she said with her new voice.
“This is your last chance… are you sure?”
Ruby contemplated her last few days… the changes, the pleasure, the despair of being out of control… the dawning realization she is indeed a rubberdoll… and she needs to be controlled. She nods, “yes, Countess… I want… need, to be controlled. Please, make me your toy.”
The Countess nods, and turns to Her maid Ivette. “Please Ivette, fetch me the doll collar”. The pink maid silently and gracefully stands from her kneeling position, places the gas-mask back into position, with loud moans as the dilator was lodged back into its intended home, and in sensuous strides she walks out of the bar in surprising fluidity for someone in such impossible heels. Ruby catches a glimpse of a pink giant gem in between the maid’s asscheeks, which she assumes to be at the base of a monstrous plug. She returns with a red velvet box, similar to the black one containing the original cage, and kneeling to surrender to her Owner. Once the box is opened, Ruby’s suspicions are confirmed, as The Countess holds a black, shiny, gigantic plug with a big bright pink gem at its base.
“Time to take ownership over you, little doll… and lock you as Mine…” the Countess speaks, handling the plug under the pink and purple lights, smiling. “… from the puddle I can see under your seat, I am sure no lube is needed now…” She jesters.
“But Countess… I did not bring my code… I…” once again, an index finger touches the rubbery pink lips.
“I do not need the code. I never did. That is not how you lock dolls like you, that is just something we sell. This is how you lock a doll forever. What I wanted is your surrender. Now, my little toy, turn around and present yourself for locking.”
Ruby shivers, and stands, letting the long rubber coat fall to the floor. Surely, the wetness puddled in the coat as she was sitting now flowed down the doll’s legs and pool on her feet. She kneels and then moves in all fours in the seat, hearing the squeak of the Countess standing, the assured confident click of Her steps, heels clicking at every movement… then she feels Her left hand, pressing Ruby’s back down, forcing her ass to arch up. With that, she feels the solid, large, unforgiving bulge of the plug enter her asspussy, giving her a sense of completeness and pleasure she never experienced before. Something is different… Something is NEW. The gem of the plug shines with a bright sparkle and the blinking and color of her all gems match that of the plug, as they start to dim and drop to the floor. The anal plug shines brightly and grows inside the sissy pussy, stretching her. For the last time, Ruby feels pain, the delicious, anal pain of being stretched to almost ripping.
Ruby lets out a loud scream of lustful pleasure, right before a loud single sound could be heard echoing in the walls of the small bar.
CLICK
Chapter 10: The heavy rubber sissy maid
CLICK
Ruby lets out a loud scream of lustful pleasure, as her asspussy starts to change, absorbing the plug as part of its construct, separating into a new plug, as the plug gem disappears and reappears in the lower end of the doll’s back. The Countess approaches her creation and removes the black plug with ease, revealing a red lined rubber pussy, ready to fucking. With an evil grin, she then shoves her right arm down, fistfucking Her doll, with immense pleasure.
“There, do you see Ruby? You are mine. Can you cum?" the Countess offers.
Ruby nods, the pleasure too intense… she tries to cum… she cannot. She is confused, this degree of pleasure is cumming… is it not? She is not shooting cum. She is only building up. She was being fucked restlessly, like never before. Never anyone fisted her. She could feel her latexed body being expanded and abused. The fist moving in and out with sheer delicious violence intended to overwhelm the doll with sexual pleasure and make a point.
The Countess with a wicked smile removes her arm, and places the black plug back into its nest. Without caring for the wetness on Her arm, for Her catsuit also seems to absorb the fluids and remain perfectly polished and shiny, She speaks “I assume you are confused. That, my dear, is the common pleasure achieved through sex. I did not command or allow you to cum. You are mine. Your pleasure no longer exists. MY pleasure exists as you are my doll. What you feel is mine to give or take. Let me start your education by a small demonstration. Ruby CUM!” the Countess spoke in a soft, but dominant tone.
The doll’s eyes rolled back in an explosion of sensations alien to her up to this moment in life. A thick spray of cum was shot from her slit, not on her face, but across the bar, painting the roof with a new coat of white. She fell to the floor, it did not stop. It was not release, it was a fire burning inside.
“This, my little doll, is a pleasure you can only feel from submission. This my little doll, is the pleasure I and only I can give you,” the Countess said.
The doll was in another world, oblivious to everything around her, exploding stars inside her rubbery brain, oblivious to everything but to each word said, burning into her mind. She automatically and instinctively replied “Yes Mistress! Thank You Mistress!”
The Countess reveled in pleasure seeing the doll twist on the floor. She allowed it to go on for a while longer, until the doll was resting in a puddle of cum, before she commanded it to stop “Enough my dear, you may stop cumming.” She said in a calm voice.
Ruby regained her lost consciousness, drunken in the dominance exuding from Her every pore, and noticed the Countess was now deeply aroused, for now a thick cock can be outlined inside her rubber skin, forming a huge bulge.
“Good, working just as designed. Come Ruby, leave all your clothes, documents, everything behind, the good owner of this establishment will take care of discarding it all in confidence. Do not worry, I will take care of everything, now you are my doll, follow me to the car. Ivette, help her, store her in the trunk until we arrive at the embassy.”
“Oui, Comtesse…” the pink maid doll said, helping a still stunned and pleasure-consumed Ruby out of her boots and to leave her documents behind, and both followed the now fully caped Countess, who dropped a purse of diamonds by the counter on their way out.
“I am sure this will be enough for your troubles. Thank you for warning me of this precious toy on the loose, they are becoming harder to come across in the wild.” the Countess said, walking out on a stunned bar owner.
Once outside, Ivette led Ruby to the trunk, opening it, and helping the doll to cocoon herself to the pink padded doll shaped recess there, similar to the one she has at home. She moans softly, drunken with pleasure, as Ivette kisses her forehead through the gas-mask. “See you soon, sister,” and closes the trunk shut.
The trip to the embassy is a quick one, but Ruby finds she is not let out when the car stops. It feels like a long time, time no longer has importance. Her mind races in lustful dreams of her new Owner. She hears the doors opening and shutting again. Some muffled conversations in the main compartment. The car starts moving, this time, for a long time, for what seems like hours, some of it, in traffic. At some moment lost in the heavy traffic jam, she hears the voice of the Countess and Ivette and another female voice muffled through the padding and sounds that make her think of sex and moans. She gets wet, and horny. She wants to fuck. But she cannot move, stuck in the indent of the doll transport. After a long time, maybe hours, the car stops and the trunk is open, as Ruby feels the cold air of the night wash over her naked doll body. Ivette and another maid, a mostly white one with black accents in her uniform, help her towards a black corporate jet with tinted windows. Before reaching the stairs, Ruby can read on the outside, a small pink logo. “Violet Corporation”.
She giggles to herself, moaning that her money in the cage was the best investment of her life, and she is led up the stairs.
Ivette removes Ruby’s plug before she is strapped to a pink chair with an indent of a seated doll. The pads of the doll pod inflate accommodating her, as a dildo raises from the seat and links to her hungry asspussy, inflating painfully and ensuring it remains there.
“Do not be surprised. We have been tracking you since your little incident with the self-locking, the trip to the bar had the owner tip us you were indeed, unowned. You do not know how lucky you are, how much you would fetch for a bad character in some markets. Have you ever wondered why no one ever sees Caged Sissies in the wild outside of videos? You are, my dear, a design specialty for the very special, like me. “the Countess said while reclining on Her own chair.
Ivette then strapped the white maid in a similar chair, before strapping herself into the last one. A device like her gas-mask is lowered by the chair, inserting a dilator down the throat of each of the maid dolls, giving the Countess a smile to the chime of their moans, as both dildos start vibrating and fucking the dolls. Her moans become deeper and needier, as the pink fumes start venting inside the mask, and the familiar pink spiral starts showing before her eyes, but this time, with a new set of lessons, all related to The Countess. Only, forever, The Countess.
The Countess reclines in Her chair, slowly sipping a frozen glass of vodka served by Ivette before taking off. She smiles looking at the set of dolls, almost a complete set. Maybe she should make Ruby into a maid, she ponders. She picks up a pad and reads the data, so much effort put into perfecting a fuckdoll, even the shape of her mouth is a given, much more aggressive than a maid’s. The Countess feels her engineered cock grow, thick and hard. Once in the air, She unzips the crotch of Her catsuit, letting Her sheathed monster grow to its full 12” girth, her balls now bulging in the air. After caressing and stroking a bit, She presses a buzzer to release Ivette from her padded prison, both dildoes in the maid doll retracting with a loud moan, to allow the pink maid to stand in attention to her Owner.
“My beloved Ivette… are you happy to have a new sister? After all, it was you who first took notice of her potential…” the Countess asked.
The pink maid nodded with a thick, but fake, French accent. “Oui Maitresse, Ivette is most happy.”
“Then please me…” the Countess gestured, as the doll removed her gas-mask, carefully setting it on a support, and her ribbed mouth envelops her Owner’s cock, moving lovingly in worship, as her mittened finger starts caressing her Owner’s asspussy. Slowly the maid’s hand starts changing, taking the form of a large cock, which is now rubbed against the Countess’s asspussy, oozing self-lubrication, fucking Her, sucking Her. Lost in obedience to Her.
The Countess moans, grabbing the doll’s hair, tied in two neat ponytails, and uses them as handles to aid in the fucking of the doll’s mouthpussy. So much to do. So much time, She pondered. The Countess moans, feeling her lust build, feeling the hundreds of individual tongues inside the doll’s mouthpussy caress and lick and suck at Her cock. Something Ruby’s virgin mouthpussy will have to be thoroughly trained into, controlling and using her new body, in ways she doesn’t even know she can. But for now, She watches over Her creations, pleasing her, each in their own unique way, as both Ruby and Dolly moan in their pods, being inducted and trained. Meanwhile, poor little loving Ivette, Her first maid, so lovingly helping Her cope with the boredom of the long flight home.
The Countess came for the first time of the night, prompting the maid doll to cum in response at the same time, her screams of pleasure and surrender mixed with lustful words of gratitude for the pleasure granted, as a rare reward.
She indeed made her Owner very happy tonight.
The Mansion sits on top of an isolated hill, surrounded by thick forest. Ruby leaves the front seat of the large luxury German car, while Ivette and Dolly exit each side of the on the back door, then aiding the Countess. Dolly aids Ruby in standing without heels, the doll still naked since walking into the plane. It did not feel odd or weird, the concept of clothes or skin no longer mattered. Ruby had for a while noticed her feet would never cease being locked in a high heel arch, much like those of plastic dolls, and did not care, for she found she could gracefully walk in 5” or 6” heels provided they were present. But the Countess wanted to dress the doll accordingly once home. And it did not matter much as most of her travels were done in storage, as Ivette referred to. But after leaving the plane, they presented a challenge as they were now permanently en pointé, as a ballerina, ever since leaving the plane. It surely had something to do with the dolls walking in ballet-like heels, but Ruby could not master that walking style, and thus, needed help.
“It will be easier to walk once you have the back heel to support you, you will see, let Dolly help Ruby until we get inside sister…” the white doll offered. Ruby could also not see, but her body no longer had any trace of anything resembling human skin, real or fake. She was all black but for the pink accents of her nipples, her lips, her pussy and the lock sign in her clit. Her eyes are deep pink, and her hair, gone. She did not realize she was now a bald doll.
Once inside, the Countess directed both to take Ruby down to the storage area, while She rested. She strode in Her impossible heels to a nearby elevator, which instantly opened, as it already waited for her, leaving the dolls to their business. There was another maid in waiting, this one, bald like Ruby is now, but purple and black, with a huge number 7 cast on her forehead. She did not wear a gas-mask like the other two dolls, and her uniform was made of much thicker rubber. Her neck held in thick strict posturing by a heavy corset, and her hands, ending in ball mittens.
“Welcome Home sisters 01 and 03! Who is our new sister?” the purple doll asked.
“This is Ruby, she is still to be unnamed and numbered, 07. Owner still doesn’t know if she should be a maid, a fuckdoll or a cowdoll. Most likely one of the former…” the one Ruby was presented to as Ivette spoke. Ivette took off her gas-mask and a number 01 in contrasting black formed in her forehead. Dolly did the same, to display a 03. 07 took their clothes, and items, as they helped Ruby to another service elevator, down a few corridors.
Ruby was curious and several times tried to ask, but she was shooshed by Ivette, the number 01 doll. Once inside the elevator, going down Ruby noticed, Ivette spoke.
“This is the Rubber Mansion. The Countess is its owner, and we are Her dolls. Do not speak, only nod. Do you understand?”
Ruby silently nodded.
“Good. Your life outside is over. This is your new life, as you desired. Our Owner is one of the owners of the Violet Company, She is the sole heir of an old family, and with access to old heritage items from her ancestors. Using that knowledge, and following Her heart, She designed us, and sent out the cages into the world, to find us.”
Ruby nodded.
“Once your cage found you, it started assessing if you were suitable for being one of our sisters. The Countess’s company has immense resources ranging from military contracts to the sex industry. The Countess keeps the later part for Her amusement and pleasure, and adapted some of the military technology at Her disposal to create and perfect us. With time, you will learn Her intellect is matched only by Her lust. You are bound to learn more in the future and maybe help her. Now, what is important for you to know at this point, is that the Countess designed several kinds of dolls for Her needs and pleasure. We, maids, are but one form of doll. We exist to ensure the household works as expected, at least the public access and living quarters areas, and that the Countess’s needs are met, it is a role of immense responsibility. Some maid dolls are changed into specialist nurse dolls, caring only for the lab areas and some creations residing there. Other maid dolls can only roam in those areas with the direct permission of the Countess, and escorted by a nurse doll,” 01 continued. Ruby nodded to indicate she was following, as the elevator continued to ping its way down each floor.
“The fuckdolls are another kind of doll, you must have seen them in videos, they spend their days in sex and pleasure, fucking for the Countess delight. They are instead trained and perfected in skills as bedmates for the Countess and her many guests. We have several live-in guests, all to be treated as superiors to us dolls.” Ruby nodded, incredibly aroused, her plugged pussy chewing on the plug, unable to release.
“Regardless, all dolls are equal. We live in pleasure, as granted by The Countess. She can also remove it on a whim. Do not fail Her. She is our life!” 01 continued with semi religious fervor. Ruby nodded.
“There are other creations… dolls sometimes get demoted and transformed into pets, cows, or even furniture. It is very easy to be forgotten, once you lose your capacity to speak or move. We are objects, to move and emote is a privilege.” 01 noticed the eyes of fear in Ruby, and added, “…do not look scared, you know what the technology and magic of the Countess can do.”
“Wait! Magic?” a startled Ruby spoke out of order.
“You were instructed to remain silent sister. It is time you learn your lesson of surrender and obedience above everything. As the majordomo of the house, I am granted authority and dominance over all dolls. I am not dominant, but I dominate through the will of our Owner. You will acknowledge you will obey me.”
Ruby felt the words form out of her mind before she could react.
“Yes maid 01. Ruby obeys”
“Gag.”
Ruby moaned in horror and pleasure as something formed inside her mouth and body. She could no longer speak, as something inflated its way out through her mouth, sealing her mouthpussy with a grotesque inflated red ball.
“This is magic and technology, taken from ancient eldritch sources available to our Owner. Do not bother understanding, it is not for us dolls to know or use. Just know the Countess is capable of more than you can imagine. And now we are taking you for storage, while the Countess decides on your final form.”
The elevator door opens into a storage area. Walls carved in granite shone under the coldness of the flickering lights. Ruby is shocked to see half a dozen dolls in crates and contraptions, being fucked and fucking nonstop. This is the storage area, where rubber dolls stay waiting to be of use. Ruby is taken to a perverse one, a glass box with gigantic piston-driven dildoes springing both from the floor and from the ceiling. She is asked in, after her plug is removed and placed on a pedestal outside the box. Her feet are then placed inside what looks like cast in ballet boots, before her waist is locked in a corset-like device by inside a center pole in the box, ensuring she stays centered and on target. A similar corset, held by the pole, ensures her head is held tight, looking up, her mouth facing the gigantic rubber phallus. Her hands are then bound inside black rubber mittens locked on the roof of the box.
Ivette undoes the gag on her mouth, before closing the door and typing a code, followed by a locking sound. Hissing sounds start taking effect, first, inflating the ball mittens encasing her hand, ensuring her hands stay stuck. The same happens to the padded walls of the hard case boots on the floor. The dildoes then come to life, the floor dildo raises first, lodging itself into the doll’s asspussy in one dry go. It stays inside for what feels like second, inflating, the pump still trying to lodge itself deeper, the piston using excess pressure to some rhythmical humps, before deflating and pulling itself completely out, with merciless mechanical pumping matched by a loud hydraulic piston sound. Next the same happens on the ceiling one. It goes inside the doll’s mouth pussy. In, out. The doll moans in pleasure. They were not slow. They were fast. Violent. Violating. But paced. It was not the jackhammering of incessant fast pounding, fast as possible. No. It was one single drive in, leaving the dildo deep inside, stretching the limits of the doll pussy for seconds, before pulling all out, and resting. The ceiling one started in 3 second cycles. Fast drive in. 3 seconds inside stretching and pushing further. Quick deflation and pulled out in one single dry fast movement. 3 seconds resting. Then another fast, violent, thrust in. The anal one started with 2 second cycles. Sometimes they would move in unison, sometimes apart. Sometimes they would switch timing. They would never allow the doll to predict patterns. Just the painful, pleasureful, lustful, relentless drive of the piston cocks, and the knowledge they could not be stopped.
“Consider this training, sister. Keep the position. You WILL suck and fuck. Enjoy the pleasure,“ maid 01 says, before adding “Ruby doll! Orgasm forbidden. Release forbidden. Lust is limitless. Pleasure is limitless. Acknowledge.”
Ruby felt her brain melt and dizzy, before responding while gagged and pounded “Orgasm forbidden. Release forbidden. Lust is limitless. Pleasure is limitless,” fully understanding 01 can voice control her now as the Countess did back in the bar.
“There, done, if you fail to suck or fuck, by moving or refusing to take in, we will know. Sweet dreams sister,” maid 01 said right before gracefully waltzing into the elevator. Ruby is left alone, alone but by the moans of other dolls in storage, and the pumping sound of a dozen piston driven cocks. The lights flickering their cold glare over the boxes.
Ruby lost track of time. Her new body no longer needs rest or sleep but lacks the night storage she grew used to. The enclosed box was filled with her own permanently flowing wetness, reaching now up to her thighs, the sloshing sound of precum and the added to the loud, dry, rhythmically driven pistons. The rancid smell of old precum, whitening with the passing of time, intoxicating the doll in the dirt of her own cravings and lust. Ruby was startled by the sound of the elevator doors opening, and two dolls, maid 04 and maid 06, walk out with what seems to be a wheeled storage cart. Without opening the box to release Ruby, or stopping the pounding, they nonchalantly tilt the box slightly to move the cart underneath. Without speaking a word, they cart the doll out. Pounded by the heavy piston dildos, sloshing in her own building wetness, the Ruby doll moans lost in new pleasures.
Maid 01 is there, when the cart finally stops and the box carrying Ruby dropped. The box is opened, with a flush of precum flowing into the drains. It is a white tiled room, the floor coated with equally spaced drains. The doll is washed with a rubber hose by a male rubber creature with 87 written on his chest. He is large, his fingers thick, as if wearing industrial heavy rubber gloves. His pelvis sports a large cock, maybe 15”, with a curious lock sign in yellow contrasting to the head of his dick, as if his locked bulge was transferred to the tip of a large solid rubber dildo, that pretends to be a non-existing cock. His horse-like balls are strictly restricted in several steel rings, placed one by the other in an elongated construct ensuring permanent stretching.
Maid 01 noticed the glance and informed Ruby those were Industrial Male Dolls. They were like the feminine fuckdolls, but also used for tasks such as the maintenance of other dolls and the keeping of the property, as their skin was rougher and more meant for harsher environments the maids are not adequate for. Ruby nods, knowing now not to speak out of place.
“Come, The Countess is waiting for your final conversion. Into maid, or fuckdoll, even an Industrial Male Doll…” maid 01 says, just to tease Ruby, seeing the distress in the silent doll’s eyes. “Good, you learned not to speak out of place. Do not worry, you will not become an Industrial Male Doll, that is reserved for actual masculine dolls. But the Countess has chosen your form… let’s go to the transformation lab…” the doll said, helping Ruby into a pair of ankle long ballet boots, and locking her in them, helping her walk a bit until she instinctively achieves a degree of natural feeling on them, like the other maids.
They walk into a grandiose, round, white chamber with soft lights coming from all directions, all white except for a reclining chair at its center in pure blackness. The Countess is standing there, in all Her glory, wearing an elaborate clinical uniform in white rubber. Thigh high white rubber boots, loose fitting at their end, with a clinical white rubber uniform ornate by holden zippers, buttons and straps, white rubber gas-mask with a white hose coming down to a canister by her back. By each or her side sits a doll in a similar nurse uniform, except for their featureless faces, with a single red hospital-like cross in their foreheads accented by their matching red cock sucking lips and a red number 24 and 18 in white, inside the red cross.
“01, please, help 18 and 24 prepare the doll for the procedure. You may speak freely, Ruby doll.” The Countess said, her talking followed by deep breaths from the gas-mask.
Ruby is led to the chair, sitting in a reclining position. She notices some sort of device high up in the ceiling, as she is strapped down. “Countess… What is going to happen? I thought I was going to receive my uniform… “ Ruby said.
“Uniform? I am the only one here wearing a Uniform. The dolls are wearing their skin. With the exception of dresses and a few other items such as wearing the gas-masks as disguises outside, everything is permanently fused to your bodies. And that is what we will do now, you have only seen the maids, the fuckdolls have quite unique features,” the Countess said with somewhat of a laugh.
Ruby swallowed and nodded before her forehead was also strapped down.
“You are now to be transformed, unnamed and numbered. Allow yourself to bask in the glory of our Owner. See you soon, sister…” maid 01 said before placing a kiss on the new doll’s forehead and walking out, leaving Ruby alone with their Owner and her nurses.
The Countess walked to a console and punched in a few numbers. Ruby started feeling her lust increase… break away… melt her… The Countess smiled…
“Goodbye Ruby. See you on the other side,” the Countess said, before moving down a switch. The ceiling device started sparkling bolds of energy, as two robotic arms came down from the ceiling, on each tip, a large needle linked to a glass container, filled with some thick, sloshing fluid. One moved between the doll’s legs, and inserted itself in her body, through her pee hole, visibly discharging a black fluid from a large transparent container, into the doll. The other moved in tandem, inserting itself through the doll’s mouthpussy, puncturing up into her brain, discharging a pink fluid. The injection went for a few seconds, until each of the containers emptied themselves, a long time in which Ruby was held in pleasureful bliss. Her mind burned with desire. After both containers were emptied, the arms receded. Now the device on the ceiling started emanating a pink light, focusing it in a wide beam of eldritch pink engulfing the whole of the doll. Her body started melting in place, bubbling, taking a consistency of liquid latex, held in the shape of the doll, prevented from melting by a force in the beam. A large liquid latex 20” cock formed between her legs, shooting black cum all over her body. Then red cum. The doll bathed on that bukkake, before that cock solidified and disconnected from her body, and dropped to the floor, a solid thud of solid rubber.
The doll moaned again, as another discharge of pleasure washed over her body and her hips enlarged, her breasts growing into round, fake balls, with obscene large nipples, shooting white cum in the air, showering that rubber like cum all over the doll. She moaned as her eyes melted away and fell to the floor, the holes closing into a featureless mask, her nose disappearing, her mouth being reabsorbed and reshaped painfully, into a perfect red O like the other maids. Her face sculpted indents resembling fake eyes, eyebrows and a feminine petite nose started to take shape, completing the featureless doll mask that was now her face. The inside of the mouth pussy formed an initial layer of ribs, followed by a sea of small rubber tongue-like tendrils in the same red rubber. Her nipple holes now closed and rings formed on their tips. Her fingers fused into thick mittens, the doll cumming in pleasure, absorbed by the painful changes and the changes to what she is. To how she sees herself.
Burning inside of her, making her outside shell melt and change, the burning desire to serve. To clean. To fuck. To attend. To PLEASE. Her shoulders took the same maid-like shape of other maids. Ballet heels start spurting out of her own heels, breaking those temporary ankle boots away, as they are ripped away from her body, and fall to the floor. Her feet now became perfect ballet heeled boots. Her fingers were gone, like those of 01. The maid let out a last scream of pleasure, as her skin solidified in a hue of dark ruby red with accents in black as the number 08 formed on her forehead. A fake locking sign shaped over where her clit used to be, a fake bulge to remember genitals expelled from her body in a last explosion of sexual pleasure in the form of a giant dildo now laying discarded on the floor. She was no longer a Caged Sissy. She was a cage.
18 walks close by and undoes the locks, allowing the maid to raise.
“Welcome, 08…” the Countess spoke.
Maid 08, who used to be a doll named Ruby, responded in a moan of non-sexual, deep enchanted and enthralled pleasure.
Maid 01 walked in the room followed by all the other maids to welcome their new sister. The Countess walked to Her new creation and, removing her gas-mask, she smiled, presenting Her left boot for worship, watching Her new creation kneel and lick in desperate abandonment. The Countess laughed.
Maid 08 was happy in rubber bliss.