Chapter Six
One Year Later
One month ago, I was flung into the abyss that was to be my now-present
destiny as Mr. Dean's eternal sex slave. My heart, mind, body and soul belong
to Him. Today, he is applying another dose of that special salve of His that
retards the growth of all my body hair. The hair on top of my head was braided
with that single, leather lace, and a metal O-ring is permanently braided into
the end of my darkened silky hair. I can feel the still-slight sting of His
mark on my left shoulder...that of Master's initials, A-J-D.
Today, I am held tightly in my room. Soon, I will be placed in my very
rigid latex bodysuit. Some time ago, He placed me into a vat of hot wax and
made a realistic mold of my body and all its crevasses, nooks and crannies. My
new body suit was finished a few hours later. I was turned into a latex statue
ever since. The original chastity belt I had found on that first, fateful night
was snugly placed around my waist and up through my legs. A giant rubber
air-inflated penis gag with the air tube holding my mouth firmly open is hurting
my mouth as He finishes applying the salve.
I can stand here and remember the day when I was put on display during
Master's garage sale. My statuesque body was put on display outside the garage
door. Kids fondled me thinking I was not real. God, I was so turned on by so
many different people fondling me that day. I realize I will not be allowed to
come out of it until He comes back from His trip in a few days.
I have been in this particular latex punishment suit for three (3) days.
I had disobeyed one of His orders, and hence, the suit. However, I will not be
released from this particularly torturesome suit until He proscribes it to be
so.
My past is all but forgotten before I met Mr. Dean that night in the
dungeon, and my individuality had been stripped away. I was now a complete and
full latex slave for my Master. I had decided a long time ago, before my will
gave away, that if I did not do the crime that night I would have passed up my
destiny and my fate, it seems. I must now pay the price of trying to rob this
man of mine. My biggest mistake was trying to steal from just one more victim.
My biggest accomplishment was trying to steal from just one more victim.
How was I to know that finally a man had appeared who could truly
acquire the cat in the trap, and be so blissfully happy. This is the end, for
now...or perhaps only another beginning....
