The Object of His Affection

 

The Object of His Affection – Her New Skin

 

 

 

 

"I like what we've done", he told her. "I like it a lot."

 

“What do you mean?” she asked.

 

"Your tits, your waist and your ass", he explained. "You know, when we take out the plug it stays open. Doesn't close. Not even when you try to close it. Well, it does a little. But not much."

 

A chill ran through her. He had accomplished what she had feared he would. Suddenly, she was horrified. Not because she no longer had control of a most private bodily function but because the issuance of his words made her considerably wet.

 

"How could I get excited over this? How could it make me so horny? What kind of a person am I?" she thought.

 

James smiled at her wide-eyed horror, unknowing of the thoughts in her head but suspecting of the inner turmoil.

 

"I told you a long time ago. I told you, you were made to be a toy”, he told her.

 

"He's right. How could he not be right with how I react?" she thought. "I like being a toy and not having control...him having it all."

 

"I'm thinking of having a suit made for you: a suit you can wear for months at a time", he told her. She was still reeling from her humiliated excitement and barely heard his words. "I think it would be fun to have you in plastic for long periods of time."

 

The rest of the day was a blur to her. Her thoughts were fleeting and unfocussed. Even her responses to his amorous attention were reacted to with unknowing and automatic responses. Then, as night closed upon them and her eyes grew heavy, she made a conscious decision to let go of the woman she had been. The last flame of resistance went out in her that night.

 

"I am what I am", she thought. "He always told me so."

 

A month passed and then another month. Increasingly, as the days wore on, she became more and more accepting of her nature. Gradually, she began to forget her former self and began to latch on to the memory of his words: that she was meant to be a toy. Often, she would repeat, as if a mantra, a comment he had made many years ago that "A woman’s body is the life support system for her holes." He had said it in jest. It was no longer just a jest for her. Instead, it was what she began beleive. She found herself happiest when she did.

 

Another year passed, followed, inevitably, by another. Each passing day brought her closer to forgetting her old self.  Her very existence became a need to serve and please James. For her efforts, she was rewarded with humiliation piled on top of more humiliation. It had become her sustenance and she found herself unable to think of little more than her near constant state of arousal and need for humiliation.

 

It was a bright summer day when they took another trip to the far away facility. James had told her how proud he was of her in fulfilling his want for her to be his sex toy. This filled her with a strange pride which, she mused, many would find odd. It was this day that he revealed to her that he wished her to undergo another modification. It would not, he informed her, be nearly as intrusive as her previous modifications but, instead, would allow her to maintain a more youthful appearance for far longer than she would otherwise.  More importantly, she would manage to more completely fulfill his want for her to appear more like the doll he wanted her to be.

 

A return to the “Facility” was not something she would have wished for, had she been her old self. Further modification would not have been on her agenda, either. However, her state of mind was more akin to an animal, knowing little more than pleasure, pain and a constant need for sexual gratification. She was still capable of simple thought. However, beyond minor queries and an occasional random thought, any complex idea was barely within her grasp.

 

The trip was a brief one. Unlike previous modifications, this entailed relatively simple work. A quick local anesthetic and four small punctures followed by an hour of laser surgery and it was over. So inconspicuous was the surgery that she had no idea what had been done until she was told.

 

“How long will it last?” she inquired, as James brought the car to life.

 

“It’s permanent”, he told her. “Pretty soon, most of the lines on your face will actually fade away.”

 

She sat pondering her appearance in the passenger side mirror. No matter how she tried, she could not raise her eyebrows or furrow her brow. Another of her findings was that she was unable to frown and that she had to concentrate, rather intensely, to form certain shapes with her mouth. Finally, after nearly an hour of trying, she gave up, never giving it any more thought.

 

Shortly after their arrival at their home, James brought forth a box. Pulling the contents from within, James explained that Jerry had provided him with two plastic “cat suits”. Unlike her old cat suits, these were designed with a top and bottom, foregoing the zipper in the back. They were also flesh toned, matching the color of her skin.

 

“Before you put this on”, he explained, “We will have to coat your body with an ointment that Jerry gave me.”

 

She looked at him quizzically. “What’s it for?”

 

“Well”, he began, “unlike the other cat suits this will remain on for quite a long time…as long as a month. It’s designed to allow your skin to “breathe” while providing the appearance of a synthetic skin. The ointment is…well; it’ll allow the suit to stay on for a longer time. It’s a chemical process that bonds the suit to your skin temporarily. It lasts as long as a month and sometimes longer.”

 

For many moments she said nothing, pondering James’ plans for her as she stared at the flesh toned apparel. Finally, she shrugged, smiled and bobbed her head “okay”.

 

“When do you want me to put it on?” she asked.

 

“As soon as you shower and shave”, he informed her. “Now go”.

 

The water finally warmed to satisfaction, she stepped into the shower. Something about what he had told her bothered her, but she couldn’t quite place it. By the time she had completed her tasks and dried her body and hair her worry was forgotten, replaced by the happiness and arousal she always felt when she gave over to pleasing James.

 

The process of fitting her into the suit was slow. Wearing the gloves that had been provided with the cat suits, James began rubbing the ointment into her skin, starting with her feet, calves and thighs. Once the suit had been pulled up to her crotch, James applied more ointment to her more private areas and then pulled the suit up, carefully fitting it against her skin.

 

Once James had smoothed out the wrinkles, he turned to applying more ointment to her upper body. As he did so, she noticed that her lower extremities were becoming quite warm. The suit, too, seemed to be tightening against her skin. A brief moment of wonder passed and she gave in to the sensation, enjoying the strange feelings of arousal that accompanied it.

 

Finally, her upper body covered in the ointment, he commanded she lift her arms and to hold them in place until commanded otherwise. Dutifully, she obeyed. A moment later found him sliding the top portion of the new garment over her head. Once in place, and as he had before, he smoothed out all of the wrinkles he could find, carefully ensuring that her large bust fitted into the suit properly.

 

How long she stood for she could not have said. She only knew that the suit, for whatever reasoning, had grown warm, nearly to the point of burning, and that it was becoming quite tight.

 

After James had judged a sufficient amount of time had passed, he applied a small amount of the ointment to the suits overlapping lower and upper halves and smoothed them against one another. Some minutes later, she was finally allowed to move again.

 

It was a strange night for her. The sensations she had felt at the application of the suit had excited and frightened her. Why it was frightening she could not say. She only knew that her fright had added to her arousal and, by the time she was no longer required to be stationary, she was more than desperate for James’ affections. Unfortunately, the suit had to “cure” for several hours before she could be used as she wanted him to use her. Consequently, she spent the night in frustrated slumber.

 

As morning came into existence, Debbie woke. She felt about her body, hoping to find what James felt so attractive about her new skin. It was smooth and nearly wrinkle free. She found that, while she could feel the pressure of her hand on her body, she was unable to find any real sensation. She attempted to pinch herself but was unable, the suit being far too taut.

 

Eventually, nature called. Upon getting out of bed she discovered her image in their closet door mirror. She was devoid of any true features. Her face was empty of expression and her body no longer showed any signs of humanity, her naval, nipples and sex being entirely hidden from view. Even the narrow slit between her legs was virtually invisible. Giving her appearance barely more than a thought, she traversed the distance to the bathroom to complete her business.

 

The day passed quickly. Much to her pleasure, James took the opportunity to use her for his sexual pleasures frequently. To her surprise, however, James was not long lasting as he usually was. Clearly, her new apparel had increased his excitement levels substantially. It was of little matter to her. With her ability to orgasm at his command, she could orgasm whenever he chose, which was often.

 

As the days wore on, she discovered that she liked the new James. Her libido had been fairly high before becoming his “girl”. Since her acceptance of her place as a sexual plaything, it had increased to levels she had not thought possible. In short, she thought of little other than sex. Consequently, his increased sex drive was a relief to her ever-needful libido.

 

It was nearly a month later when she noticed that, much to her disappointment, her new “skin” was deteriorating. It would, James told her, have to be removed.