cautiousswitch Posted 14 hours ago Stephanie looked at her reflection head-to-toe in red latex. Her eyes were covered with a mesh which let he see out but made it hard to see into. Her nostrils were free to allow for breathing. She had a small hole over lips that would allow her to eat liquid nourishment through a straw. The material around her cheeks and jaws was a little thicker making opening her mouth harder than normal, so eating and even speaking would be difficult. He hair stuck out through a hole on the top of her head, and this she had dyed a silvery colour making it unrecognizable as her own. She took a seat and slid her leg into one of the ballet boots she had purchased. The black didn’t match the red of the latex as well as she had originally thought it would, but the boots were too expensive to replace. She slowly laced it up the length of her leg, past the knee to almost mid-thigh, forcing her to straighten her leg as she got near the top. Then the other boot. They had near four-inch heels, forcing her to practically stand on her toes when she did stand, hence the name. She wobbled a bit when she stood, legs too rigid to bend. She took one or two mechanical steps to make sure the feel was right before locking the tops in place. She could unlace them now if she chose, but they were not coming off without the key. Corset, also black, was the next to go on. She took her time, making sure that each pull of the laces was sufficiently tight enough to hold without being too tight. This too could be locked at the top, covering about half of the zipper that ran up her back. Her reflection didn’t show her smile behind the face covering as she thought of her latex cocoon being sealed around her. The latex suit was a one-piece. Crotch zipper to allow for bathroom breaks as needed, back zipper for general donning and doffing. The back zipper went right up the back of the neck to be partially covered by the suit’s head piece – and completely covered by the tight collar she started to lace over it. The collar was like a mini-corset itself, forcing her to keep her neck straight and completely sealing her in… When she locked in place her heart skipped a beat. She would have to start unlocking things to be freed. Or, rather, when she gave the keys to her master she would have to wait until he unlocked her. She pivoted on one heel and took a few jerky steps towards the door. Completely covered, ***d to move in rigid motions, she had almost completely dehumanized herself. Again. Master never kept her locked up for more than a few hours, but every time she suited up she wished that he would make it longer. She had requested a week in the past to which he never quite believed she intended for that length of time. She had really wanted a month. Now she wanted longer. With Stephanie master-slave had always been a game. She wanted it as a lifestyle and was prepared to give up her identity to achieve that. The boots prevented her from kneeling, so she made a stiff backed holding forth the keys for him to accept. He took them and ordered her to stand. Chills went through her as he stroked her latex covered shoulders and arms before kissing her cheek. “Twenty-four hours, slave” he whispered. She gave a small gasp and nodded as best she could to thank him. In time she would no longer be Stephanis, she would only be slave.
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