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My Submission into Latex
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"I'm an adult! This is how I want to look! Just leave me alone!" Lisa
screamed at me and walked out of the living room. I heard the front door
slam, then the squealing of tires as she sped off from the driveway. I
looked after her, my mouth hanging open, my retort stopping before it
began.
I was flabbergasted. My daughter was barely 18 years old, and just
preparing to start college in the fall. She had been such a good
student, getting straight A's in high school. Some may have considered
her to be a nerd, but to me she was daddy's little girl, not to mention
hard working and ambitious. Admittedly she had had a rough time since
her mother, my wife, died. But, that was more than a year ago. This was
not the sort of behavior I would have ever expected of her. This was not
the girl who had just stormed out of my house.
My evening started normally. I came home from my job as an attorney with
the local prosecutor's office and slumped tiredly into my easy chair in
the living room flipping on the TV in the process. I loosened my tie and
let my mind relax after a particularly rough day. Lisa wasn't home. She
had started going out a little more in the last few weeks. But I had
thought nothing of it. I was glad to see that she was doing more than
studying college orientation guides and student manuals. So, when she
started wearing make up more often and shunning her usual sweat pants
and t-shirts in favor of more stylish clothing, I was happy. But tonight
was over the top.
She had come home not too long after me. She walked past the living room
and up to her room on the second floor. I didn't see her, but called out
a greeting to which she simply replied, "Hey." She came back down and
made her way to the front door again.
"Hey Lisa!" I called out looking to the hallway. "Aren't you at least
going to say hello?"
I heard a sigh, then she walked back around the corner into the living
room with a very impatient expression on her face. But her expression
wasn't what I noticed first. She was wearing what can only be described
as completely indecent attire. She was wearing shiny black six-inch
platform heels, with straps above her ankles. Her legs were incased in
opaque latex stockings. Her dress was also latex, black, the hem of the
skirt stopping well above her knees. The neckline was cut low. Her
breasts, bigger that I would have thought given her usual attire, were
almost completely exposed. The latex continued down her arms to her
wrists. Her nails were at least an inch long and painted a bright red,
looking more like claws than nails. Her makeup was not her usual soft,
natural earth tones, but of a dark, menacing, yet smutty look. Her
lipstick matched her nails. Her blonde hair seemed a bit darker too, and
it was up in a high pony tail which cascaded down her back. Finally she
was wearing the black shiny choker that she had started wearing
recently. Normally I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but even it
looked obscene with the rest of the outfit.
"What the hell are you wearing!? And where are you going dressed like
that!?" I demanded.
The argument ensued from there. She went on about how it was her life,
and she could do what she wanted, etc, etc. I demanded that she go
upstairs and change. I told her that no daughter of mine would live
under my room looking like that. Well, we know what happened after that.
I sat there staring after her for a good ten minutes before I finally
stood and walked to the kitchen. I opened a beer and took a long pull
trying to make sense of what just happened. I paced for a while, then
tried to call her cell phone. She wasn't answering. I tried several more
times, with no luck. I looked at the clock and noticed it was close to
midnight. I had to work tomorrow so reluctantly, I went upstairs to my
bedroom. I set the phone on the nightstand, left my door open and
collapsed onto the bed. After another hour or so I managed to fall
asleep.
After a night of fitful sleep, I awoke and stumbled out of bed. I walked
across the hall to Lisa's room and looked through the doorway. Her bed
was still made and she was nowhere to be found. I tried her cell phone
one more time with no more luck than I had the night before. I showered,
dressed and reluctantly went to work.
Thanks to my fatigue and worrying about Lisa, I got very little work
done. I decided to leave early. I'm a senior partner so that was not a
problem. I had my secretary reschedule my appointments and forward my
emails to my home and I left. I pulled my BMW into the driveway and
walked to the front door. To my mild surprise, there was a small package
on the doorstep. It was wrapped in shiny black paper with a small gray
card affixed to it, which simply read: "Robert."
I shrugged and picked it up, unlocked the door and went inside. I called
out for Lisa as I came in. She still wasn't home. I set the package on
the kitchen table and walked upstairs. After changing into sweats and a
t-shirt, I came back down and grabbed a beer. As I took my first swig, I
eyed the package on the table. I set my beer down next to it and picked
it up. I shook it curiously, and could feel the contents shift slightly.
I sat down and unwrapped it carefully. Under the wrapping was a black
box. I lifted the lid off and inside was a flat piece of latex material
with a small silver clasp. I lifted it out and immediately recognized it
as a choker exactly like Lisa had been wearing. I lifted it up to the
light and looked it over, it was completely smooth and seemed to slide
over my fingers as I manipulated it. "Why would someone send this to
me?" I wondered aloud and set it back in its box.
I finished the beer, got another and headed to the living room. I called
Lisa several more times as I watched TV with no luck. As the evening
wore on I became increasingly inebriated. After finishing my eighth
beer, I walked back to the kitchen for my ninth. I saw the choker laying
in its box on the table. I burped, giggled to myself and plucked the
latex thing from the box and carried it to the living room. I dropped
into my chair and looked it over again.
My head was buzzing pleasantly as I tested the clasp. It took me several
tries before I found the button on the side and popped it open. I
clasped it together again, then popped open again. I held it up, and
wondered if it would fit me. In my drunken state, it seemed like a fun
thing to try, so I slipped it around my slender neck and reached back
and pushed the clasp together. I clicked loudly as I did. I giggled, and
picked up my beer, satisfied with myself. I watched TV for another hour
or so, forgetting about the choker I wore, barely feeling it.
As the night wore on, I began to feel a stirring in my pants. My cock
had grown very hard. I giggled and thought that I needed to get laid if
my cock would get hard for nothing like this. I switched off the TV and
retreated to my room.
I slipped under my covers and closed my eyes. As I did so, my right hand
drifted to my hard member. I found myself stroking the shaft slowly but
firmly. Then suddenly, Lisa's image popped unbidden into my mind. Not an
image of the studious, conservative girl I had raised, but one of the
sinful, evil beauty that had stormed out of the house the night before.
Instinctively my mind recoiled at the thought of pleasuring myself to
this mental image, but the feeling was too intense. Try as I might, I
couldn't get the picture of my dark whorish daughter out of my head.
After a moment I experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.
Warm sticky cum filled my boxers covered my hand. In exhaustion I passed
out, my hand still in my pants wrapped around my shaft and the choker,
forgotten, still encircling my neck.
My night was fitful. I was haunted by dark erotic dreams. Images of
faceless women clad in slick shiny clothing danced in my dreams. I could
almost make out their faces, but just when it looked like I could make
their faces out, they blurred into obscurity.
I woke to a blaring alarm. I grunted, and rolled out of bed, my head
pounding from the previous night's drink. My boxers were a mess, dried
cum coated my hand and groin. I shook my head and stumbled into the
bathroom.
I stripped off my shirt, sweat pants and crusty boxers then started the
shower. While I waited for the water to heat up, I turned and looked
into the mirror. What I saw made me gasp. I was still wearing the black
latex choker. But that wasn't all, my hair seemed longer and fuller. I
usually wore it a little longer than most, slicked back and stylish. Now
it was almost to the middle of my neck. My facial features also seemed
softer. Not to mention that my face was completely bare. I usually had a
fairly thick beard and I always had serious stubble in the morning.
Today it was as smooth as if I had just shaved...smoother actually.
I stepped back from the mirror in shock. That's when I noticed that the
changes weren't limited to my face and hair. My body still looked like
mine. But my sharp features had softened. My chest and hips seemed...
fuller.
"This is fucking weird," I said aloud as I reached up and back behind my
neck to take off the choker. I found the clasp and searched in vain to
find the small button that would open it. I tried to spin it around so
that I could see what I was doing, but it was tighter than it had been
the night before. It pulled painfully at my skin as I tried to move it.
I winced and tried to get under it to rip it off. But it was as if it
was glued to my neck.
I gave up after a moment, and stared at my reflection for several
minutes until the steam from the shower clouded the mirror. I sighed and
stepped in, wondering how I could explain this today at work.
As I washed my hair I pondered my situation then looked down to wash my
privates. To my shock I watched as my body hair washed down the drain. I
gasped and nearly fell over. I put a hand against the wall of the shower
to steady myself. I stared at my now bare skin until the water began to
get cold. I turned it off, and hurried out of the shower and dried off.
I wiped off the mirror and looked at myself. Sure enough I was
completely smooth. The only hair I had now was my eyebrows, which
actually looked thinner, and the hair on my head, which now looked even
longer than before I stepped into the shower. I looked ridiculous. The
image made even worse by the shiny black choker still around my neck.
While I was drying myself, the towel brushed my nipples and I yelped as
a shock went through me. They were positively tingling! The sensation
was completely new to me. I set the towel aside and tentatively touched
each one with a finger. Similar pleasurable jolts went through me. I
looked down and saw that I was rock hard again. I considered taking care
of my...erection situation, but thought better of it and returned to my
bedroom.
First things first; I called in sick to work. Things are just getting to
strange to deal with work today. Thankfully it's Friday, and I have a
few days to figure out what's going on before I have to worry about work
again. I threw on a heavy robe...the coarse material was almost painful
against my nipples, but I gritted my teeth and went downstairs. I wasn't
going to be able to think very well without coffee. The craving was
worse than normal this morning.
I hurried into the kitchen and started a pot brewing and leaned against
the counter. I sighed and looked down. My raging member was poking out
of my robe. I shrugged and reached down to grasp is gently, at least a
quick jack would clear my head. But, just as I started to stroke, I
glanced at the table and saw that there was a large box wrapped in shiny
black paper sitting in the middle. It was at least three feet square,
and three feet deep. I stopped in mid stroke and walked over to it. It
had a tag identical to the small one on the box the choker came in,
simply stating my name and it was wrapped in the same type of paper that
the smaller boxed had been wrapped in.
"How the hell did this get in here?" I asked myself. I left the package
sitting there and hurried around the house and checked all the doors.
They were all secure. I returned to the kitchen brushing a strand of
hair out of my eyes as I suspiciously eyed the package. I debated if I
should call the cops. I dismissed that quickly as ludicrous. Why would
someone break in and leave something?
I poured myself a cup of coffee then walked back to the table. I set my
cup down and hefted the package, it wasn't too heavy, but it was
apparent that there were several items in it. Eventually, curiosity got
the better of me and I tore the paper off, and pulled off the lid.
Inside I saw four more boxes each of them labeled with a number. Some
were bigger than others. Affixed to the box labeled with the number one
was a note, which read:
"Soon, everything will become clear. Open only those boxes you are
instructed to. You may open the first box now."
I crumpled up the note and tossed it aside. This is crazy, what kind of
person would send me these things? Not even that! Who would send silly
instructions with it? I started to stand.
I really should open the first box...
"I suppose I really should open the first box at least," I reasoned and
sat back down.
I lifted it out of the larger box. I was about half the size of a
shoebox. I set it on the table then pulled off its lid. Inside were two
items. The first was a small pink cell phone. The second took my breath
away. It was a pair of black latex underwear. It looked very much like
women's panties. I lifted them out of the box and held them up, looking
at them. I noticed three things immediately. First, they appeared to be
my size. Second, there was a two inch butt plug attached to the seat. It
was clear that if these were to be worn the intention was that you would
have to insert the plug into your ass to wear them properly. Third, in
the crotch of the material was a long pouch...it was obvious that it was
intended to encase a penis in the shiny latex.
I tossed it back into the box. There's no way I'm wearing that! I stood
and refilled my coffee cup. I found myself looking back at the panties.
My cock was throbbing. My nipples were tingling.
I should try them on...
I looked around, wondering if I actually should. It was almost like a
voice in my head was commanding me to try them on.
No one will know...try it...
I picked them up again almost in a daze and looked around nervously.
Then, acting on impulse, I shrugged off my robe and stepped into the
panties. As I slid them up my bare legs, I moaned, surprising myself.
The latex sliding over my skin was incredibly erotic for some reason. I
pulled them all the way up and over my cock, it took me a moment, but I
was able to stretch the latex of the pouch enough to get my cock into
it. Amazing. It was as if the panties were made just for me. The latex
was like a second skin. There was even a small hole at the end that was
perfectly in line with the hole at the tip of my dick.
I could feel the butt plug pressing against my asshole. I kept it
clenched. I was a very hesitant to let it intrude inside me. I found
myself reaching up to rub my nipples softly without thinking. I pushed
my ass back in pleasure as I did and relaxed in spite of myself. It
seemed like the right thing to do. At that moment I felt the phallus
slip past my sphincter and into my ass almost like it was lubricated. I
yelped in surprise. It was a very unusual feeling, yet not at all
unpleasant and after a moment it actually felt good. It seemed to be
pulsing and shifting inside me. My legs became wobbly and I fell to my
knees. It felt like it was moving in and out of me. I knew that should
be impossible, but the sensations were overwhelming. I pinched my
nipples hard.
I felt like I would cum any minute. I reached down with one hand and
stroked my latex covered cock with a vengeance. Masturbating with bare
skin was always good, but with my cock incased in slick shiny latex, it
was amazing! Without warning I came hard. Streams of jism spurted out
the hole at the tip of the latex sheath and onto the kitchen floor. I
moaned out loudly in ecstasy and arched my back. It must have been quite
a sight to see, a very androgynous sort of man, kneeling in the middle
of his kitchen spraying cum all over the spotless floor. I knelt there
panting for a moment. Finally, with effort I stood, my ass feeling
pleasantly full, and put my robe back on. I felt ashamed for how I was
acting, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to remove the
panties.
Then the pink cell phone rang.
I sat at the kitchen table and crossed my legs at the knee and picked up
the phone. As I did I felt the butt plug press further into my ass,
making me moan softly. Without thinking I opened the phone and said,
"Hello!" My voice was higher than normal and sounded almost cheerful.
This surprised me, but for some reason it didn't seem as odd as it
should have.
"Hello Slave," a deep male voice said on the other end of the line.
My thin eyebrows instantly rose. "Who the hell is this?" I asked,
sounding far too chipper for the situation.
"Shut up. You speak only if I allow it," he said harshly.
I opened my mouth to tell him off, but the words wouldn't come. I lamely
closed my mouth. After a moment of silence he spoke again.
"Good whore. You are learning." He sounded smug. "I hope that you are
enjoying your pleasure panties. The joys they bring can be rather...
distracting. Now, when I hang up the phone you may open the boxes
labeled two and three. I will have Lisa join you later to help you with
the fourth box. When she arrives, do not speak to her unless instructed
to by her." He laughed slightly. "Goodbye Slave."
I closed the phone in frustration. So, Lisa had something to do with
this. Suddenly everything made a weird sort of sense, her behavior
changes, her later hours and her new manner of dress. How could this
happen to her? How could this be happening to me?
I set the phone on the table and looked down at myself. My chest was
very puffy, almost like I had small tits. My nipples were swollen.
"What the hell is happening to me?" I asked aloud in a high voice.
I tucked my blonde hair back behind my ears, it was to my shoulders now,
and peered into the large box. I stood and walked away into the living
room, resolved not to open any more of those damn boxes.
I sat on the couch and stared at the TV. I never even turned it on.
I should open the next boxes. I certainly enjoyed the last one.
"Shut up!" I yelled to no one.
I know I want to, I shouldn't fight it.
"Please stop..." I whimpered.
I should give in. I should obey.
"I should?" I whispered.
It feels good to submit. I should do as I was commanded.
I couldn't help myself, even as I tried to resist I found myself
standing. I walked back to the kitchen and pulled out the second and
third boxes. I pulled the top off the one labeled "two" and moaned when
I saw what was in it. Inside was a black latex catsuit. It had an
attached corset and was cut very low in the neckline. It also had a hole
in the crotch, obviously intended to allow my now-latex-covered cock to
poke through.
I practically threw off my robe, removed the garment and stepped into
the legs. I sat and pulled the legs on slowly. It came on easily. The
latex glided over my skin like a dream. Once I reached my waist I stood
and pushed my latex covered cock through the hole in the catsuit and
pulled it up further. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and I pulled it
up. I moaned as the latex encased me. I was meant for this. I reached
back and managed to pull up the zipper. My small breasts showed slight
cleavage, but it was clear that the chest of the garment would support a
much more ample bosom.
I ran my hands over the smooth material, moaning softly to myself as I
did. This is amazing. I crossed my legs again and noticed that my latex
covered cock was poking upward noticeably. Upon closer examination, I
couldn't find the seam where the hole in the catsuit started. I shrugged
it off as unimportant, and pulled the third box closer to me.
I quickly opened the box and eagerly looked inside. I saw a pair of
black 6 inch platform heeled boots. They looked incredibly sexy. They
were shiny, almost slick looking and matched everything I was wearing
perfectly. I smiled and tossed my hair back as I reached inside and
lifted them out. I didn't even hesitate this time, I pulled them on.
Like the other pieces of the outfits I was wearing, they came on like
they were made for me. I stretched the upper part of the boots up my
legs and pushed my feet down into the heels themselves. The top part
stopped well above the knee and when I smoothed the material out, there
were almost no wrinkles. Perfect.
I stood and tested them out. Surprisingly I had little difficulty
walking in them. They gave my hips a pronounced sway, and made my
breasts jiggle pleasantly with each step. I smiled at the sensation and
walked to the mirror in the spare bathroom. I looked at my image in awe.
My face had softened and shifted into that of a young beautiful girl. My
lips were full and pouty. My angular jaw had been transformed into a
soft curve. My nose looked smaller and my cheekbones higher. My hair was
now platinum blonde, and cascaded halfway down my back. I looked down at
my hands and noticed that they were more fragile looking, with inch-and-
a-half long nails tipping each finger.
My breasts had swelled to at least a D cup, filling the cups in the
catsuit easily, showing ample cleavage. My figure had changed to that of
a classic hourglass, and I seemed to be several inches shorter. In fact
the only thing that hadn't really changed, aside from being encased in
supple shiny latex, was my cock, if anything, actually looked bigger. It
jutted out proudly from my groin, hard and smooth.
As I looked at myself I felt a tingle of pleasure. I was ashamed yet
completely satisfied with the way I looked. The look on my girlish face
was one of complete confusion and utter lust. I watched as the girl in
the mirror reached down to begin stroking her lovely latex cock. Then I
heard the front door slam.
Startled out of my reverie, I hurried out the door. I was terrified that
whoever it was would see me like this, but also, I was anxious to find
out who it was. I minced around the corner to see Lisa standing just
inside the door dressed exactly as I was. Of course she didn't have a
cock jutting out from her groin, but otherwise we were dressed
identically. Her hands were in fists, on her hips. She smiled
sadistically. She obviously wasn't surprised to see me looking like
this.
"Greetings Daddy," she said with contempt, then held up a hand to stop
any reply. "You will not speak for the moment."
She pointed up the stairs with one blood red nail tipped finger. "My
former room. Now," she commanded.
My mind screamed for me to tell her to help me, to run away, to do
anything but obey. Instead I nodded and turned, walking up the stairs to
her room. I stood just inside the door and turned to her as she entered
carrying the fourth box. My face showed fear. She noticed this of course
but said nothing. She simply walked to her vanity, set the box down, and
sat in the chair after smoothing her skirt. She crossed her legs
tantalizingly, then turned slightly and pointed to the floor next to the
chair.
"Kneel," she ordered.
I obeyed unquestioningly. I moved to the indicated spot and knelt
carefully. I looked up at her with questioning eyes. My breasts were
pushed out as I struggled to maintain good posture and my latex cock
pointed at her from between my legs. I rested my hands on my thighs.
Lisa opened the box and set several cosmetic items on the vanity before
her. It was clear what she was here to do. She took out the eye liner
and started working on my eyes. As she worked she spoke.
"Listen carefully. Our Master has commanded me to prepare you to enter
his service. Once you look appropriate, I will take you to him. Do you
understand? Answer," she said flatly.
"I understand," I said. I wanted to say much more but somehow I couldn't
force myself to say anything but what I was allowed to say.
She got out the eye shadow next. "Our Master is your world now, just as
he is mine. Your will is nothing. His will is everything. Do you know
this to be true?" she asked, looking me briefly in the eyes.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to flee. Instead I said, "Yes, I know this
to be true."
"Good," she stated, turning to the mascara. She worked in silence for a
moment. When she was satisfied with my face she pulled my hands to her
lap and started to paint my nails the same shade as her own. Once
finished, she reached behind me and tied my flowing blonde hair into a
high ponytail, just like hers. She peered back into the box and removed
a black ball gag.
"Stand," she said. I stood. She took out a long silver leash and looked
at my crotch. "This is unacceptable." She reached out and grasped my
hard cock and pulled me closer to her. She set the leash on the table
and wrapped her lips around my latex covered cock. I moaned in surprise
as my daughter gave me a masterful blowjob. I looked down at the girl I
had raised, and couldn't help but feel pride and a little envy as I
watched her bobbing up and down on my tool. As she did this, I could
feel the butt plug come alive again, and pulse inside my ass. I closed
my eyes and came, filling her mouth with warm sticky cum. She never lost
a beat, she held her head still as my seed poured into her mouth through
the hole in the latex sheath. When I came to a trembling conclusion, she
stood and pressed her lips firmly to mine and when my lips parted, she
let my cum roll from her mouth to mine. I knew I should feel disgusted,
nauseous even, but it was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. I
swallowed it eagerly.
She looked at me with a hint of a smile as I swallowed my own cum. Then,
when I had swallowed it all, she spoke, simply saying, "Open." I
couldn't help it, I opened my mouth. She pushed the gag in and fastened
the strap behind my head. My mouth was stretched wide, my lips locked
around the ball.
She took a step back and smiled. She picked up the leash and took one
end, and stretched a latex loop around my cock and balls. Now that my
hard on had diminished, it was an easy fit. She let the leash hang and
moved behind me. She pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists
together with some sort of leather cuffs. I trembled. Once secure, she
came in front of me again and took hold of the other end of the leash.
"Come. Your new life begins now," she said and walked out pulling me
along behind her by my cock. We moved downstairs towards the front door.
Our heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor. She opened the front
door and my fear level jumped several notches. Surely my neighbors would
see this.
To my surprise it was already dark outside. She led me to a waiting van.
She guided me to the back. "Get in, kneel on the floor." I obeyed. The
interior of the van was lined with a soft black padded substance and
there was a d-ring in the middle of the floor. She clipped my leash to
it and closed the door leaving me kneeling in complete darkness as there
were no windows. I heard her get into the front, the van started and we
drove away. I could almost see my old life slipping away, and my new
life with my unknown Master before me.
To be continued...?
Thank you for reading. And thank you for all your wonderful comments. I
have edited the story to correct some noted errors. Please let me know
what you think about this story. I would love to hear suggestions as I
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