Sweet Dreams

“Beddybyes.” She said, striding purposefully into the room.

He sat up, with difficulty. After his capture in the morning he had been depilated fully - body, face and head, such that now his body was soft and pinky white. He had been enema’d and then pushed into this cot – a larger than normal baby’s cot. He looked down at himself again, hardly believing the sight. He was dressed in a shocking pink romper suit. It was long-sleeved, high-necked and fitted snugly around his hairless groin and backside. There were frills in brilliant white at his wrists, neck and the top of his thighs. There was single zip at the back and no other entry point. 

He could not relieve himself without taking the whole thing off, which he couldn’t do alone as his hands were encased in tight, pink, thumbless mittens firmly strapped to his wrists under the suits white frilly wristbands. To further debilitate him a clincher had had been passed around his waist and two thick straps were attached to the mitten ends, allowing him about 6 inches of play for each arm. Fiendishly designed, he was not able to grip the zipper of the romper suit. He was truly trapped. His attire further comprised pink bootees, ankle high with white frills. Covering his now bald dome was a pretty pink bonnet tied in a bow under his chin. The final indignity was that all the garments, all of them, were made of rubber!

He knelt on the cot, gripping the sides with his mittened hands, eyes imploring. He couldn’t speak as a large comforter had been stuffed in his mouth since morning, a tight rubber strap around his head keeping it firmly in place. He had tried to expel it but the strong strap just pulled it back in. He was only able to moan, gurgle and dribble, which he noted had amused her enormously.

She raised the lid and then dropped the side panel of the cot and sat down next to him, knowing he could do nothing to change his predicament. He pleaded with his eyes but she simply smiled, and then undid the bow of the bonnet and removed it. His freshly denuded head felt cool without the covering. Coming closer, she placed one hand behind his head and then pulled out the comforter, letting it hang around his neck.

He had so much to say to her, but before he could emit one word she had crammed a large feeding bottle with huge attached teat into his mouth. The bottle and teat were probably for a calf or foal for he nearly gagged on its huge size. Holding the bottle in one hand she then easily turned him round and laid him down on his back, his head on her thigh. By her pressing hard on the bottle he had little room to move, but her other hand drifted down to his groin and gripped him hard there. He chose not to wriggle any further! She peered down at him.

“Come on now, suck it all up.” He hadn’t eaten since morning and his transformation and he was starving. Despite the humiliation he sucked it hard, not knowing what was in it. As she fondled his cock and balls he sucked away and soon was finished 

Earlier that day he was a full grown male, assured, professional, respected, and now here he was, laid out in front of her. She was in a pretty nurse’s uniform of light blue with white apron, again all in rubber. It was so humiliating, yes, but also strangely arousing. He was aware that her constant fondling of his cock and balls had produced an erection. Was this her expertise, or the rubber, or his submissive position? He was quite confused. She was stunningly pretty, in an almost innocent teenager sort of way. But she certainly wasn’t innocent!

The empty bottle was withdrawn but before he could raise his head or say a word, with an assured smile on her face she quickly crammed the large comforter/gag back into his mouth and pulled the straps firmly back behind his head. He mummffed into the gag but she calmly replaced the pink bonnet, in no rush at all. He couldn’t reach anything with his mittens and so he simply groaned and lay back, resigned.

He looked quite the picture in the mirror opposite. She had rouged his cheeks and he looked quite the cherubic baby, except he was an adult male weighing 160 pounds. 

Again he tried to plead with his eyes, as saliva dribbled down the side of his face. She pulled him further up on her lap so that his arse was now resting on her rubber covered thighs. She cooed down at him.

“Ohh, poor baby, this has been a bit of a shock for you, hasn’t it? Well I’m afraid this is just the beginning. Life for you is going to take a decided turn.”

Very easily, she then rolled him over onto his stomach, his hands trapped beneath him. He laid his head to the side on the rubber sheet and looked down as she held his head firmly. She began to fondle his buttocks, passing a finger between his cheeks. He found this strangely arousing and was about to close his eyes but then she raised her flat hand and brought it down hard on his buttocks. He yelped into his gag and tried to wriggle, but she held him firmly and continued to spank him hard, gently massaging him between strokes. 

It was a sublime mix of pain and pleasure that he found hard to resist. The latex protected him marginally but she was taking good, hard swings at him – and they hurt! But the massaging was a comforting antidote. To his own surprise he noticed he still had a hard-on and she was clearly aware of it too, as it rested on her thigh. 

Having worked up a good sweat, perspiration glowing on her fine featured face, she turned him over, smiling at his erection she gripped it through the rubber suit and said.

“I am so looking forward to punishing this.” He groaned into his gag, his arse was on fire and she wiped a tear from his eye. 

He now knew, and she knew that it had now dawned on him, that this was not a game. That he would remain her imprisoned rubber plaything until she chose to release him, if at all! She rolled him off her lap, gently pecked him on his rouged cheek then raised and locked the side panel to the cot. She then lifted the top panel of the cot and locked it to the frame. He was now locked in his barred cage.

She squatted in front of him, a smile on her beautiful face, but a cruel gleam in her eyes. He stared back, mute, saliva already forming on his chin below the comforter; his pleading eyes were getting no response. 

He lay back on the rubber pillow she had provided and watched as she stood and left the room, without so much as a glance back.

He now lay in the dark and tried to relax, his cock still hard and his cheeks still burning. He wondered what his ex-girlfriend, the woman he dumped three months ago (oh God, why did he do that?) had in store for him next. What he did know was that it would be prolonged and unpleasant!
 
 
 

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