Part I: Becoming

"Come along slave victoria!" Tugging sharply on my leash, I scurried behind my Owner as best I could. It is not easy; I am naked with my wrists and elbows securely shackled behind my back and ankles hobbled close together, a large harness ball gag in my mouth.

Lady Kay was becoming annoyed and pulled me a bit harder, jerking my body forward to keep up. We entered through a large wooden door into one of the series of rooms that Lady Kay has converted in the basement of Her mansion. The room was much like a bathroom; black tile covers much of the floor and walls. Metal cabinets sat against the walls along with an antique gynecological table that sat in the middle of the room.

"Get up on the table," She said, unbuckling my hands and feet, "and be quick about it." Quickly I climbed up on the table, while She disappeared behind a partition. She stepped back out wearing rubber gloves and a clear rubber apron. Her tight black rubber dress has a mandarin collar and short sleeves, plus clear rubber stockings that cover Her legs, which I can only assume attach to a rubber garter belt that matches Her rubber panties and bra. Lady Kay does love Her rubber.

I have been Lady Kay’s slave for almost two years now. We live on an expansive gated estate outside town. A large home sits in the middle of the estate with nearly a mile of tree-lined meadows between the closest neighbor and us. A horse stable sits on the property with an exercise area. She has no horses in the stable though, which I always found curious. She always locks the doors from the inside with a set of keys She keeps with Her at all times In most cases when I'm doing laundry or dishes, She will lock me to an eyebolt in the wall. I am stuck there until She comes and releases me. She finds great enjoyment in that! I have never left the estate without Lady Kay. I am always in one of my maid uniforms. I am kept shackled and hobbled at all times. While we are walking around shopping I am always leashed. She enjoys the fact that I have no chance for escape, not that I am willing or likely to try.

I have become Her personal maid and play toy. My usual daily attire consists of a variety of rubber maids outfits with long sleeves, high collars, and rubber petticoat poking out from underneath, latex stockings and rubber undergarments are always found underneath, along with short rubber gloves. A rubber corset is cinched down giving me a more girlish figure. My shoes are usually never lower than a five-inch heel. I am always collared and my wrists and ankles are shackled and locked together with padlocks and just enough slack to let me finish my assigned duties. At night i always wear a full-length latex nightie and slept in a rubber sleepsack with an attached hood.
 
She has taken over my transformation into Her rubber slave girl. I am no longer in control of my own destiny. She has taken me to a whole new level. She started off by feminizing me to Her liking. After my hair had grown past my shoulders, She took me down to Her local beautician, who knew about me and also had a kinky side also. After being secured in her chair.  She proceeded to color my hair a nice bright shade of red.  After the coloring, I was given a tight spiral perm to further feminize me deeper. Over the past year, I have been getting weekly treatments from a local laser hair removal technician. I am completely hairless from my painted pink toes to my hair including my genitals and arms even my eyebrows have been removed. I have permanent make-up consisting of heavy eyeliner, fully sculpted lips and high thinly arched eyebrows to keep me permanently feminized and presentable. She has taught me to do my makeup, and expects it to be flawless everyday.  My fingernails have acrylic overlays and are painted the same color as my toes. I have been fully chastised and haven’t been able to orgasm since my first day of service.  Only monthly milkings have been my release.

Lady Kay proceeds to strap me to the exam table. With my feet up in the stirrups, She pulls straps tightly across my shins, upper thighs and around my waist and chest. My arms are locked and strapped to my sides. Taking a couple clips she clips the sides and top of the harness to the sides of the table, limiting my head movement.

"Well, my dear," looking into my eyes and petting my head, "this is the day that both of us have been waiting for. You have always had a desire to become a rubberdoll and I always had the desire to control one." Lady Kay walks out sight over to one of the metal cabinets against the wall. I hear Her opening the door and pulling out items. I hear the clanging of a metal tray as it is rolled over back to the exam table.

"A rubber doll means that I have total control of everything and you have no control. This means that you will not have control of any of your senses or bodily functions. With that in mind, you need to be tubed," She says with a wicked smile. Holding up a sealed envelope, "First one is an internal catheter." I struggle with against my bonds. What have I gotten myself into? While I find the fear of being "tubed" scary, I also am getting very aroused.

She had always kept me on a restrictive diet to keep my weight down. But in preparation of this day, Lady Kay has kept me securely shackled, locked in a small cage upstairs in the laundry room. She has had me on a fasting regime of only water and supplements to prepare for this day, which has been force-fed through a feeding gag.  I have been diapered during that time with two changes a day.  Every morning and evening I was given a large three-liter enema.  By the time this day has arrived I have been completely cleaned out of any lingering food in my system.

Lady Kay proceeds to sit on a metal stool between my legs. I hear the bag being ripped open. All I can do is stare at the bright lights in the ceiling. Turning on some classical music she hums as i slowly start to feel the tube begin to work up my urethra. The feeling is intense. We have played with sounds before but this feels different. Slowly she works it up until it is securely in my bladder. She takes a syringe and fills the internal balloon securing it in place. "There are different sizes of internal balloons, I've chosen the largest one for you. This has the effect of reducing your bladder capacity by about a third. You'll need to get used to having the feeling of needing to pee nearly all the time now," as She places a plug in the end of the tube. Lady Kay proceeded to move to my anus. " You are getting a special double enema plug.  This will seal your anus so nothing will escape until I decide it to release it." Lady Kay lubes up the butt plug and begins to push it in to my exposed anus.  I feel the plug being pushed in filling my bottom with an all to familiar sensation. Once the plug is set in properly, she inflates the plug.  The feeling is overwhelming as my rectum is filled.  Next she inflates the outer ring thus sealing my ass . She put a plug in the end of the tube to prevent leakage.

"Very nice slave victoria. How does that feel?" I moan as she laughs. "Next, comes your feeding and breathing tubes, I will want your mouth completely gagged, so your feeding tube will be going through your nose."

Smiling she shows me two more sealed packages. Ripping the package open, she pulls the feeding tube out and starts to feed it up my nose. Slowly she worked it down my throat. "You need to swallow, slave." I gag as a swallow the tube. Once it reaches my stomach, she again uses a syringe to fill the internal bladder. She rips open the other package and begins to feed the tube into my other nostril until she can just see it at the back of my throat. This will be my only lifeline for air. I am now tubed in every orifice. I have no control over any of my bodily functions.

"These are wireless earphone speakers, these will allow for me to talk to you, other than that they are turned off." She put them in my ears and puts some sort of putty over them sealing them in. "The putty will keep out all sound, so the only thing you will be allowed to hear is me. For now, I am going to keep them on."

She released me off the table. Removing my shackles and harness gag, she leads me to another room. Locking the door behind us, we step into what looks like a dressing room. The walls are painted a dark red and the floor has been painted black. Large black clothing cabinets are against the back wall. "Well, my slave, this is the second phase of your transformation, I hope you enjoy it, because I will. A good rubberdoll is completely encased from head to toe."

Going over to the cabinet she pulls out the some rubber items. She kneels down and pulls on a pair of black rubber panties. There is a hole in the front of the panties where She pulls the penis through. Next comes a long line rubber bra. The bra has built in boobs to keep me feminized. Lady Kay had my nipples pierced a few months back, now I know why. Before attaching the back of the bra, Small snaps are attached to the nipple rings. Moving behind she hooks the bra and uses additional laces to further secure the bra. Reaching around, Lady Kay grabs my breast and fondles them. Amazingly I can feel them pulling on my nipples. Pulling me over to a small stool, she orders me to sit down. Kneeling down Lady Kay rolls up black rubber stockings up my legs. The toes of the stockings are even separated so that even the skin between each toe is touching rubber. She then grabs the shoulder length gloves and rolls them up my arms. She goes behind me and begins to braid my hair close to my head pulling an open face hood over my head.

"Very nice, I like the way this is going." She says to herself. Pulling out a thin clear catsuit with built in feet, gloves, and hood. She orders me to pull it over my legs. Standing up, she works the tight clear suit up my body, pulling the hood over my head. The hood has very small openings to ensure the maximum amount of skin touches rubber. She feeds all of the tubes and my penis through the holes in the suit. I can already begin to feel the warmth of the suit.

"Quit squirming victoria! This is only beginning of the transformation. I don't need you squirming while I am doing this." She takes a small padlock and secures the suit shut. "Just so you know, everything I put on you will be locked on. There are two sets of keys, one will be kept in a safe in my office and the other is in a safety deposit box offsite at my bank."

Lady Kay walks over to the clothing armoire and pulls out the second suit. This one is a pale pink. After thoroughly rubbing my first suit down with lube, She begins to work the second suit on. At this point, I am a willing victim to Her plans. Locked deep in the bowels of Her mansion two locked doors separate me from the rest of the house, not to mention a domineering woman for whom I have lovingly submitted to. I can tell that the second suit is thicker than the first. She deftly works the suit up and to my waist. Before my still naked penis receives it own latex prison, Lady Kay removes the PA piercing I had received at the same time of my nipples. She pushes my penis in to the latex sheath. It is very tight, So tight that the head of my penis shows through the latex. She deftly reinstalls the PA through two small holes in the latex.

As she continues to work the suit up and over my shoulders, she rubs some additional lube on my head before pulling attached hood on. The hood has perforated eyeholes, I can barely make anything out through the small holes, she adjusts my nose tubes and eyeholes, zips up the back, I hear it lock on with a noticeable click. I stand in the middle of the room, like a rubber play toy as Lady Kay rubs Her hands over my latex encased body. Feeling Her hands grab my latex sheathed cock and fondling my breasts, it begins to rise and harden. “As you can feel slave, the sheath is quite a bit smaller than your actual cock, thus helping to limit your erections.”

Grabbing my hand, She tells me to make a fist with my thumb on the inside. Taking some rubber tape that matches the suit, She begins to wrap my hand until it is nothing but a stump. She moves over and does my other hand. “No more use of your hands,” she smiles wickedly. Walking over to the armoire, Lady Kay pulls out a third black rubber catsuit.

“This is the yummiest one of them all,” she says. After a liberal coating of lube She helps me into the suit. As she pulls the suit up my body, she fishes my enema and catheter tubes through the strategically placed holes. My penis is pushed through a small-reinforced hole in front. It sticks out like a pink pole against all of the black of the rest of the suit.

“This suit is very special. You see it has some built in features.” As she pulls the suit on, She explained that is has a built in corset. Pushing my fisted hands into the sleeves, she tells me that they have built in inflatable fist mitts in the end. A few pumps and my hands are nothing more than rubber balls. Before she pulls the heavy hood on she tells to close my eyes She snaps on a blindfold onto my pink suit. She explains that the hood is special in many ways. “First there is extra padding around the ears to further keep out what little noise may get through also there are no eye holes and there is padding over the eyes to will make sure your eyes remain shut. It also has a wonderful built-in inflatable gag, “as she pushes it into my mouth my tongue finds an inner sleeve in the middle of the bulb. A few pumps and my mouth is filled. Barely a whimper can be heard as my tongue is trapped in it’s own prison.

She zips the back of the suit and locks it and then begins to tighten the hood with the laces. A flap of rubber goes over the laces and locks in place. Walking over to the cabinet, She pulls out the final mask, a full-face gas mask hood. Walking back she admires the front of the hood with two large circular glass eye pieces dominating the front. The glass has been painted over to not let any light in, like it matters, since I am already sealed behind two blindfolds, but Lady Kay enjoys the fact that it is just one more layer of submission and darkness that She is putting me in. After securing the feeding and breathing tube to the valves inside mask, She pulls the tight hood over my already severely encased head. The gas mask has no back zipper, so She must wrestle the helmet on. Finally Lady Kay wraps a rigid posture collar around my neck pulling the two large straps in the back as tight as she possibly can and locks it with padlocks. My head is kept in an upward position. I can’t move my head, the compression of the four layers of rubber hoods and posture collar are putting me in a rubber state of submission.

“Lift your arms up slave.” I do as I’m told. I feel shackles being wrapped around my wrists. Slow my arms are lifted up. I begin to feel Her tighten the built in corset. “I think we will start with a four inch reduction, you were already used to three during your maid duties, what‘s another inch between Master and doll,” She says laughing. I groan into the gag, as my midsection gets tighter. She can hear my breathing change as I take air in through the nose tube. Tying off the laces another flap of rubber is locked over the laces.

I feel the winch lifting me up some more until I am on the tip of my toes. “A proper rubberdoll should always be in high heels and you are no exception except yours are going to be knee length ballet boots with a seven inch heel. Point your toes down. “ I do the best I can as she slips the ballet boots onto my rubber feet. She tightens the laces snugly. Four additional straps cover and lock over the laces from ankle to my knees. “For the moment I am going to remove the heel so you can only stand on your tip toes.”

“How are you doing in there slave? Oh yes, you can’t speak can you? That’s too bad. Have I taken you too far? Hmm, doesn’t really matter, you can't protest anyway. We only have a bit more to do.”

Grabbing my sheathed pink penis poking through the black rubber. “Hmm what shall we do about this?” Stroking my erect penis in one hand and a full chastity belt in the other “Well, you won’t be allowed to have any erections for a good long time”. Ordering me to lift my feet. Lady Kay pulls the belt and locks it around my corseted waist. “This belt has been specially made, it is adjustable, and so when I tighten your corset further, I will be able to reduce the size of the belt.” She grabs my penis and sticks it into the chastity tube. Making sure the catheter tube is in the correct position. She slips a metal rod through two holes on either side of tube and through my PA ring limiting the movement of my penis with in the tube. She proceeds to push my penis between my legs and locks the rest of the chastity belt at the front of my waist; all that is left is a mound, with no sign of my maleness.

A doorbell rings. “Oh good, my new piece of furniture is here!” speaking in to the wireless microphone She has on Her lapel. Turning off my earphones, Lady Kay runs upstairs and answers the front door “Bring it inside please. I need to take it downstairs.”

The man wheels the crate in and takes it down to the tiled room. “Unpack it for me and wait here, I need to load something in to it.”

The man takes off the sides of the box to reveal a beautiful Victorian looking dresser about four feet high and two feet wide by two and a half feet deep. It sits gracefully on two foot curved legs, the front has ten drawers each with ornate handles and exotic woods inlayed on all sides. Lady Kay opens the door and drags in the dresser into the red dressing room closing and locking the door behind Her. Locking the door wouldn’t be necessary in the state I was in, but She gets wet from the fact that a locked door is just one more layer of imprisonment and enslavement.

Hidden locking latches allow the panels to be removed to reveal a rubber lined metal cage. A metal pole sits in the middle of the cage with multiple attachment points. Lady Kay winches me lower until my knees are on the floor. She takes each of my enpointed feet and bends them up securing them to my thighs with large leather straps, pulling them as tight as possible and locking them. She takes another large strap and wraps them around both of my thighs and locks it. She winches me above the cage. After maneuvering the cage underneath me, She unlocks the top of the cage and opens it, slowly lowering me down until my knees are resting on the bottom pad. She locks my chastity belt to the post securing it with a padlock. She does the same thing with my legs, locking them to the pole with a strategically placed connecting point. Next She unbuckles my left arm and pulls it back behind and locks it to the pole with steel shackles at my wrist, forearm, elbow, and upper arms. She does the same with my right arm. She finally secures my posture collar to the post. I am totally supported by the post. She closes the lid of the cage and locks it with two more additional locks. She is practically wet from the layers of imprisonment She has me in. I am definitely going to need to pleasure myself after this,’ She says to Herself.

Lady Kay attaches connecting tubes to the outside of my gasmask. She then attaches it to a liquid rebreather to the breathing tube. The rebreather forces me to breath in what ever is in the bottle. She has a wicked smile as goes into the adjoining bathroom. Pulling down Her rubber panties She pees into the rebreather bottle. Finished, she returns to screw the bottle to the attached hose. All of sudden I smell the strong pungent smell of pee. What a wondrous scent mixing in my nose of pee and rubber.  She secures the bottle in a holder at the back of the box. She then takes my catheter hose and attaches it to the same bottle. The hose has a quick release valve on the outside of the box forcing my bladder to hold it until She sees fit to relieve me. An additional hidden valve on the outside will allow Her to empty the contents of the bottle without opening the box. Once the top is back on, my feeding and enema tube will be attached to valves that are hidden by small panels inlaid into the wood. Lady Kay slides the panels back in place and locks the box with hidden recessed locks.

Opening the door Lady Kay motions the mover into the room, “I need to take this up to my bedroom.” Little does the mover know that inside the innocent looking cabinet is a fully encapsulated rubberdoll. I feel the box lean back onto the handcart. As she leads the mover upstairs, I can only reflect on my circumstances. I was in heaven and in hell. All control of my senses and bodily functions has been taken away from me. No sight. No hearing except for what She decides. No taste except for the taste of rubber in my mouth, all other nutrients are fed through my feeding tube through my nose. No touch, as my hands are taped and sealed underneath multiple layers of rubber. A single nose tube controls my breathing; all I can smell is the scent of rubber and piss. My penis is locked away in a full chastity belt and the internal catheter leaves me with no control of when or how much I can pee. My rear is filled with a double balloon butt plug hose to fill me and clean out at anytime She chooses with whatever quantity she decides to employ.

Lady Kay and the mover enter Her master bedroom suite. It is lavishly decorated in the same Victorian furniture, as I am trapped in. “Over there,” She says pointing to the opposite wall. The mover does as he is directed. “Thank You, my good man” handing him a large tip as he leaves.

She puts an antique lace doily on the top of my prison along with a table lamp and some knickknacks. Walking into the master bathroom she returns with the two antique china vases. Lifting the hidden panels she attaches the vases to the awaiting valves. What looks likes Victorian antique china vases are actually crafted as feeding and enema containers. Small valves in the bottom allow the contents to emptied. No one will no that She can feed and torment me while hosting a party or friends. Flipping on my earphones, “Well my dear, you are now complete. You must be thirsty, I know I sure am,” as she takes a sip from Her wine glass. Opening the first valve a flow of warm pee begins to flow into my feeding tube, “ I have been saving my pee all week just for this occasion.” I taste the pee entering my throat. “Oh I forgot to tell you, there are small pinholes in your feeding tube, so you will be able to taste the wonderful concoctions I create in the bathroom.” She flips open the second valve as a warm piss enema begins to flow into my sealed ass. “Hope you enjoy that enema victoria, it’s my special treat for you. You'll have to hold it until I decide to allow it’s release, so get used to that too.”

 “I hope you’re comfortable in there, because you may be in there for a while. I may leave the microphone on from time to time, maybe when I bring some of my lovers in for a night of passion, you would like that wouldn’t you? But for now, I think you need some time to think, so goodbye for now.” Lady switches off the microphone and turns off the lights locking the door as She leaves the room. One more layer.

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