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DO YOU DARE?
By Ghost
For you to understand my present condition, I have to
backtrack about six months. That's where it all began, one
dark and lonely night in London.
I have always been a quiet and shy type of man, always
preferring to help out rather than command. A person who
likes to stay out of the limelight and would rather let
others give the orders. This attitude is what set me off
into the world of female domination - just the thought of a
powerful leather-clad woman ordering me about during the
day and completely immobilising me into total helplessness
at night would send thrills up and down my spine - not to
mention other places.
Surrounding myself with various magazines that covered
every conceivable aspect of the F/D, S/M and Bondage life,
I had cocooned myself in a private fantasy world where I
had become a rubber-clad slave. For a while this was
enough, but after a time I felt that I needed to taste the
real thing.
According to the magazines, London was the place to be - a
place where I could actually make my fantasy happen, so
that's where I set off to. After just a short journey I
found myself in the bustling heart of Britain. In my
innocence I had scoured the streets of London to no avail,
I knew what I wanted but not really where. I felt
disappointed, London seemed to be just too big a place to
search for such a specific dream after all.
Then it struck me, it had been obvious really, searching
inside the telephone boxes, advertisements offering the
service I would want should be there. I looked for the
nearest booth and quickly entered. I was right, plastered
all over the inside of the phone-box were dozens of multi-
coloured cards with drawings of various 'Kinks' usually
followed by a phone number. I was an "Aladdin's' Cave" of
perverted delights.
Quickly I scanned the cards. 'On your knees', 'You will
obey' and other such words stared back, but I felt a bit
disappointed, they seemed so unreal - so tacky now. Not
what I wanted - no NEEDED after all. Cheap cards for quick
cheap thrills, no, I was looking for something different.
It was then I spotted it, a clinically white card with a
basic black border, it seemed to glow and stood out from
the others by a mile. On the card was just three words and
a number, the card read:
DO YOU DARE?
My curiosity aroused, I quickly dialled the number with
baited breath. One ring, two rings, on the third the
receiver was picked up and a woman's voice answered,
"Hello." Her sultry but precise tones echoed through the
earpiece. Finally confronted with - possibly - the answer
to my dreams, I spoke,
"I... I'm phoning in regard to your advert." I stammered.
"I see," came the reply, "very well, I'll need to ask you a
few questions first. If you are suitable then I will
arrange a meeting. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I replied nervously. This was odd, wouldn't I be
paying her for her services to me, this had sounded almost
like a job interview. The voice continued.
"First, is it total - and I mean TOTAL domination you
want?" She asked. I replied 'yes'.
"Next, do you live alone?" Another oddity, but again I
answered 'yes'.
"Finally, are you sure? As the advert says 'Do You Dare?',
it is still not too late to change your mind."
This final question unnerved me slightly - what could I be
getting myself into? However my hormones overrode my
intelligence and I gave her my answer,
"Yes, yes I dare!" It was almost a shout of defiance.
"So be it," said the voice and she then proceeded to give
me her address. I was to meet her there later the next day.
She told me that I was to check out of my hotel room the
next morning and bring my belongings with me as she would
provide accommodation.
With my pulse racing and adrenaline surging through my
body, sleep did not come easily for me that night.
When morning broke I packed my things, paid my bill and
checked out of the hotel as instructed. The hours dragged
by - it was as if Time itself was deliberately slowing down
just to spite me.
Eventually I made my way to the address I had been given.
It was a medium sized semi-detached house in a normal
London street set quite far from the busy main roads. I
stepped up to the door and pressed the bell. Through the
frosted pane of glass I could see a figure approaching. The
door slowly opened and I saw her for the first time.
She was tall, her dark brown hair cut into a 'bob' style.
Black patent high-heeled shoes encased her feet, her hips
and legs were tightly wrapped in a long pencil thin black
rubber skirt, she also wore a white cotton high-necked
blouse. The whole effect gave her a slightly school teacher
look. However the most striking thing about her was her
eyes, she had the most intense green eyes, they seemed to
stare deep into your soul. She opened the door wider and
beckoned me in. The inside of the house seemed perfectly
normal, with quality furniture neatly placed in the main
room.
I was slightly taken aback, where was the wrack, the
straps, the leather and rubber outfits? Where were the
hoods, gags and all the other equipment? Had I made a big
mistake with the address? She turned to me and spoke
quietly,
"Are you still determined to be totally dominated? You
haven't changed your mind at all?"
"No, this is what I need." I replied, she nodded knowingly.
"Very well then." She said. Excellent I thought, this is
where we get down to business at last, but her next
question threw me totally off guard.
"Tea or coffee?" She asked.
I mumbled that coffee would be fine and five minutes later
she walked back into the room with a tray of silverware and
poured out a cup for me. We sat facing each other, talking
about mundane things, during which I slowly finished my
drink. We talked for about an hour, her piercing eyes
almost never leaving mine. I felt very calm and relaxed,
the music in the background gently played through the air.
I decided to be direct and come to the point, as this
wasn't what I thought would've happened when I had
contacted her.
"I thought I came here to be dominated, not to just drink
coffee and talk about the weather." I asked quietly. There
was no menace in my voice, just a form of bewilderment. Her
eyes once again made contact with mine and locked on. She
smiled.
"It has already begun," she said mysteriously, her eyes
never leaving mine. "Are you familiar with the process of
deep hypnosis?" She asked. I nodded slowly, a cold chill
began to spread through me. I suddenly felt incredibly
tired, my body seemed to have gained a tremendous amount of
weight. She continued.
"I have a friend who uses hypnosis in his work, sometimes a
trance has to be induced using a certain drugs." She
pointed to the empty coffee cup. "You received your first
dose with that, your second, more concentrated dose is
here." She tapped a black box seated near her leg, she
opened it and a syringe filled with liquid dropped into her
hand.
"You cannot move," she commanded, her voice suddenly filled
with authority, echoed through my brain. "Your limbs seem
to be made of stone, you no longer have a voice so you
cannot cry out. You WILL sit there as immobile as a marble
statue until I tell you to you can move again!"
Trapped where I was, my body felt like it was encased in
plaster, she had turned me into a living breathing statue.
She stood up and walked behind me, gently dabbing a swab
over a vain in my neck she then injected the entire
contents of the syringe into me, she stood back and faced
me with a wicked smile on her face.
"There that's better, in about twenty minutes you should be
ready to receive your commands. My friend tells me that
only a small amount is used to induce a light trance, you
have now been given a concentrated amount equivalent to
sixty times that small dose." She picked up my suitcase and
emptied its contents into a plastic bag. "I'm afraid you
won't be needing these any more." She said as she wandered
into the garden and place the bag into the trashcan.
I suddenly began to feel very strange in my immobile state.
My head was swimming, I couldn't seem to feel my body and
even thinking was becoming difficult. The woman returned
about fifteen minutes later - completely transformed. Gone
was the prim and proper schoolmistress look to be replaced
with a leather-clad Dominatrix of the first order. She
carried a bundle of black shiny material over one leather
encased arm, the cat mask she wore enhanced her green eyes
even further. She sat opposite me and again locked her gaze
with mine. I felt as if I was drowning in those eyes, the
strong smell of leather surrounded me, her leather covered
body creaked gently as she moved within it. She smiled.
"You should be just about ready." She said, "Now for an
explanation, the concentration of the drug I have given you
makes it very powerful and very fast acting. Any
instructions I give you - you will have no choice but to
obey. The effect I'm afraid, is permanent. Your previous
life has now gone forever, you will be now known only as
'Slave'. Do you understand?" She stared at me and despite
myself I felt my head nod and heard my own voice say 'yes'
to this goddess in gleaming black.
"Good, now for your commands. First, you have no will of
your own - none whatsoever, you will obey my every order
without fail and at all times. You will serve me in every
way possible. If I allow you to speak you will acknowledge
me as 'Mistress', make no mistake I now have complete
control over your body and mind. These orders will apply at
all times for the rest of your natural life. Is that clear?
You may speak."
"Yes, Mistress." I replied, my will no longer my own, I was
unable to resist her physical and mental domination.
"Don't forget, you wanted this, you were given two chances
to back out - now it's way too late. Stand up and remove
all your clothes." She commanded and patted the shiny
bundle she was holding. "I have your outfit here." Like the
perfect slave that I had now become I obeyed and stood in
front of her completely nude.
"Hmn, not a bad body, it's almost a shame to cover it up -
but I will. Follow me upstairs, you have to be prepared
first." she said. I didn't like the sound of that, but in
my new state I was helpless to resist.
She led me to the bathroom and pointed to the bath, which
was filled with a thick pink liquid. "Get in," she
commanded and dutifully, I obeyed. She then told me to
completely cover my body with the thick liquid and to rub
it into my face and head - taking care not to get any of in
my eyes or mouth. In moments I was covered from the top of
my head to the tips of my toes with the liquid. She left me
there like that for another twenty minutes. Eventually she
came back, pulled the plug from the bath and switched the
shower on.
"Stand up and wash all of that off." she commanded. I began
to wash and to my horror, found all of my body hair was
coming away with the cream. She noticed the look in my eyes
and gave a short laugh.
"That's much better. I like my slaves bodies to be shiny
and smooth, not ugly and hairy like yours is," she said.
"That depilatory cream bath you just had didn't just take
the hair away, it totally killed off the follicles as well!
You now have a sleek and shiny body - permanently."
She produced a towel and proceeded to dry and talc me. A
strangers' face stared back at me from the mirror. She had
said that my former life was gone forever, and as I looked
at this reflection she was right. My eyebrows, eyelashes,
hair and stubble had gone completely leaving an anonymous -
almost androgynous stranger to stare back. She led me back
downstairs to the living room where it had all began only
just a few hours previously.
"Now for your outfit," she said and picked up the bundle
from the chair. My newfound Mistress unfolded it to reveal
a shiny black latex all over suit - feet, gloves and hood
were all included. "Put it on!" She said, her eyes
sparkling in anticipation. In almost no time at all I was
encased in a new glossy black outer skin. The only visible
parts of my body left were my eyes, mouth, two small
nostril holes and the tip of my penis protruding through
its rubber sheath. She zipped up the suit and my new outer
skin tightened. She then wrapped a thick collar around my
neck and I heard a click of a small padlock closing.
"There, you can't take the suit off even if you wanted to."
She stared deep into my eyes "and you don't want to, do
you. You love rubber and you never want to take this suit
off."
Her thoughts rewrote mine again and I DID love rubber
enclosure never wanting to take it off. She carried on with
my dressing, this time producing a black latex 'French
Maid' outfit and again locked me into it - almost like a
robot I did what I was instructed. Next came a pair of
high-heeled shoes fitting over my rubber-encased feet, the
standard padlocks snapping shut on both straps at my
ankles.
"There, you look so much better, oh I almost forgot," she
produced a long thick gag and stuffed it into my mouth
locking the straps either side of my latex covered head. "I
will allow you to talk if you want to." She giggled,
knowing that with this thick intruder in my mouth, speech
was now impossible.
She stepped back, nodding her approval, she produced a
full-length mirror and showed me what she had done. The
difference was incredible. Now completely anonymous, she
had transformed me into a living, breathing black rubber
doll. My shiny new outer skin gleamed as the light
reflected off it. She had rendered me totally helpless in
both mind and body, I was now hers to command forever.
As the weeks go by I serve my Mistress faithfully, if she
is in one of her more generous moods and I please her, she
will 'treat me' as she puts it. This normally means she
will lead me - in the strictest bondage - to one of parties
she attends. I am then commanded to be the maid for the
evening, serving the guests - almost all female - in one
way or another. Either that or I am left heavily bound in
an inescapable thick latex body-binder and taken to one of
the special rooms where I am treated as the toy doll I have
become. I cannot resist her commands and I have about as
much freedom as the plastic dolls that are sold in toy
shops.
It was at one such party that I noticed my Mistress talking
to another leather-clad dominatrix and they both appeared
to be talking about me. Their glances in my direction were
obvious and very unsettling.
I had my instructions for the evening pre-programmed into
me before we had left the London house. As usual, I was to
serve drinks and ordeurves to the guests and if requested
to do so, I was to return to their rooms and do whatever
they commanded. Still locked inside my black latex body-
suit and the maid outfit over the top, it was easier to
feel protected from the humiliation I was to be put
through. My identity was hidden by the full mask and the
rubber acted as a sort of shield against my torment. Not
that things really mattered to me any more, I was unable to
resist my Mistress no matter what she commanded.
I glanced over to the their direction again and watched as
the Dominatrix passed a bottle of tablets, three bottles of
clear liquid and a syringe to the Mistress. They both
looked over in my direction again and burst into near
hysterical laughter. The Mistress placed the items
carefully into a bag and joined in the rest of the
festivities with some of the other slaves who were in
attendance.
All further thought was taken from my mind as a beautiful
blonde-haired woman wearing a full red PVC, corset, rubber
stockings and gauntlets strode over to me in her six inch
stiletto thigh boots. She placed a thick collar around my
neck and attached a dog lead to it.
"Come slave!" She said in a husky whisper and led me
upstairs to the bondage room.
I had been given a command and could not resist. Placing
the tray of drinks on a nearby table, I followed this devil
coloured goddess up to the room.
She told me to lie down on a long marrow bench and
proceeded to bind my body to it. Within minutes it felt as
if I had been welded to the bench and I was unable to move
a muscle. The only thing that was left free was my face,
undoing the gag and throwing it into the corner of the
room, she stood over me, legs either side of my head.
Unbuckling the strap on her leather thong and letting it
fall away, I was greeted with her eager pussy, the lips
glistened in anticipation of things to 'come'.
"I understand you have been well trained in this," she said
and flicked a switch on the left side of the bench.
Immediately the bench began to vibrate, shaking my immobile
body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
"So, what are you waiting for?" Her sultry voice commanded
as she lowered herself over my face, "Get to it!"
And then for me, the sky darkened in a sexual eclipse as
she covered my face completely. I was being smothered in
her love juices and let my skills go to work, licking
nipping and rubbing wherever possible. The effect was
further enhanced for the Dominatrix as the vibration from
the bench passed through me and directly affected the
stimulation to her. She had transformed me into a living,
flexible, human vibrator.
My fate had been literally sealed for the rest of the
night.
As we travelled back from the party, the Mistress looked
over to my controlled form and began to think aloud.
"Do you know, there is something missing about you and
until tonight, I couldn't understand what it was," she said
matter of fact. "I was discussing this with Mistress Alex
at the party and she immediately knew what it was. It's so
obvious really, I really cannot fathom why I failed to see
it before. Would you like to know what it is?" She asked.
"You may speak."
"I do not understand Mistress," I replied puzzled, "but,
yes I would like to know."
By now we had arrived back at her home and we entered the
house via the garage door. The Mistress entered the kitchen
and returned with a bottle of antiseptic and a glass of
water, she had the same look as when she had been first
drugged me.
"Well," she said with obvious glee, "you are my rubber
doll, you see. But unlike normal rubber dolls you appear to
be somewhat lacking in the chest department and this is
where these come in." She stated, showing me the bottles
and pills.
"I've decided to feminise you and give you a lovely pair of
beautiful breasts! Isn't that nice of me?"
My blood ran cold, surely this was the final humiliation,
to be stripped of my masculinity. Oh God, I prayed, please
don't let her do this.
The Mistress seemed to notice my despair and shook her head
soothingly.
"Oh don't worry, I'm not going to get rid of that," she
said looking in the direction of my - very worn out after
all the activities at the party - flaccid penis. "No, I
have plans for that. This will just give you a wonderful
pair of breasts, it may also alter the way you feel as well
but that's all."
"Now, sit down and don't move!" She commanded and like the
perfect slave, I obeyed. The Mistress filled up the syringe
and emptied the contents into my pectoral muscle in both my
left and right chest. I could feel the needle entering my
skin and then the cold fluid being pumped through.
Searching through the tablets, she selected three and
passed them to me along with the glass of water.
"Here, take these!" She commanded. "Now, you will repeat
this procedure twice a day every day. You will never miss a
dose and you will let me know when you need replacements.
You cannot resist me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I replied meekly and, unable to resist, found myself
carrying out my medical duties everyday as stated.
I have been feminising myself, losing my male-ness and I
cannot help myself. Within three weeks, my pectoral muscles
began to tingle and slowly at first began to grow. My
Mistress ordered me to increase the dosage and over the
months - the expanding evidence could clearly be seen. The
sensitivity of my breasts increased dramatically and after
four months, Mistress injected collagen into my nipples to
make them stand out more.
I am now no longer male or female and yet, in a way I am
both. A hybrid hermaphrodite under the total control of the
Mistress.
When completely undressed I am a strange sight indeed, with
my sleek smooth body, beautiful size 34C breasts, large
sensitive nipples and hard erection. My Mistress and I have
had many sessions where I am free of my rubber
encapsulation, I feel this is her way around her -
occasionally lesbian tendencies. She was right, my feelings
have changed by the feminising hormones but I am at a loss
as to explain them.
And that is where you join me now. At night she allows me
control of my mind and body once again, but only after she
has totally immobilised me into a solid statue of bondage
delight. When daylight comes she takes control again and I
become a passenger in my own body existing only to serve my
mistress. My partial female form has now stabilised
although I still have to keep taking my regular dose of
hormones.
She was right, memory of my past life fades with each day,
I don't even know my own name or what I used to look like
any more - I am Slave and that's all. My body has changed
so much I don't know whether anyone could recognise me now.
Even if I could break her conditioning - which is still as
strong now as it ever was - I am still locked into my
outfits, the smooth, sleek, shiny latex looks perfect over
my new feminised form. My breasts appear to have been
painted with rubber as they gleam in the light.
In my old life I have probably ended up as yet another
unsolved "Missing Person", another statistic in a book no
one reads any more. No, my life is here, serving my
Mistress and whom so ever else she chooses. Doing whatever
she has commanded and being whatever she wants me to be and
in a strange way I am content. I have been conditioned to
accept my new form and to be sexually turned on by it, she
has taken all the choices from me and I am truly her rubber
doll, a toy for her to play with.
Today I stand rigidly to attention in the corner of her
room as she has commanded. She enters the room and removes
her skirt and panties, her voice thunders across the room,
"Slave, attend me." Dutifully I turn and kneel before her,
she releases my gag and I pleasure her like a good little
slave. She fondles and rubs my breasts through the latex
coating and I give a slight moan to mingle in with her own.
When I think back to the day I found that card I know that
it had been meant for me and only me. "Do you dare?" it had
said, well I dared and look what I have become, would I do
it again given what I now know, I cannot say, as my
mistress makes all my decisions for me. My mistress has
said she will induct me in other things as the years move
on. She says that there are many "special" places to take
me to and many "special" training sessions to come - but
that is for a later story.
The moral of my story is an ancient one - be careful what
you wish for... but the question you must ask yourself is
this - DO YOU DARE?????
Hortense
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