Curse of the Mask

April 1, 2024

(Work of fiction any similarities to anything else is purely coincidental)

It all started as I lazily browsed the internet. The usual things movies, things to entertain which eventually led to porn. I know typical. Browsing through the "regular" stuff then falling down the rabbit hole of more kinkier things, I happened to come across Dominant women and their penchant for wrapping men in rubber suits, masks, lots of other things. Being quite new to this kind of stuff my curiosity began to stir. Wondering how it would feel to be transformed into a rubber doll. Before I knew it was getting late and I'd spent quite a few hours browsing these videos. I had to get on with regular stuff.

As the day progressed I was still thinking of those videos and the feeling of being encased and transformed into a doll. So that evening I thought of purchasing something, only cheap and small that would give me a taster of the feeling. So browsing the web I came across a number of sites but the cost for such a kink was shocking and needed a lot of saving. As I was about to give up all hope I saw an ad female doll mask for sale, which was in my budget at that time. So I mustered up the courage and thought what the hell. If I didn't like it then no big deal it wasn't like I was breaking the bank. Click and I had ordered it.

Over the past few weeks (yeah long distant purchases), I couldn't concentrate and my thoughts and free time was focused on the mask I had purchased. When it arrived, however, the box was quite large. I thought there was some error and it was for another house, but the address was correct so I took it in and opened it. There was the usual welcome letter which came with details, care instructions and all the usual billing information. As I read it it said that because I was a new member and it was some special day offer (or some promotion) I had a doll suit for just a pounds more. I should have thought there was something amiss then as no company selling this quality stuff would just be practically giving it away, but my curiosity got the best of me. So that evening I laid out the mask, full body suit and the items of clothing that was supplied out and started preparing myself. I read the instructions and showered, used the suit gel to get the suit on, and pulled it up to my neck. As I looked at myself I was all woman (doll) from the neck down. I couldn't believe I was doing this. The suit felt tight but conformed to my body temperature and contoured my body into that similar of a Barbie. I thought it was probably a corset in the frame work. Even down to the groin area there was only female no male penis in site. As I nervously held the mask in my hand I noticed the make up job. Arched eyebrows, ruby red lips, shocking cat like mascara and lashes around the eye sockets. The eyes were shocking green, piercing like cats eyes. I couldn't help but notice a sparkle in them which made me a bit uneasy. But I foolishly thought in for a penny and proceeded to put the mask on.

The moment I placed the mask on I heard a hushed giggle. I looked around and thought I must be losing it. The mask felt tight around my neck but not restrictive. Now I was from head to toe a complete doll. It felt strange but at the same time cosy. I thought that now I've tried it maybe it's not something I'd do regular but maybe on some quiet occasions. I was about to remove the mask when I heard that laugh again and then a feminine voice say "uh uh uh, not until you finish your look sweetie". I stood frozen in shock thinking did I imagine that? Again, I looked around the room thinking if I was imagining things. My mind was racing and I went to get the mask off quicker this time. The voice suddenly boomed in a sultry yet strict female tone. "Oh no, you little bitch, you're not removing the suit until Mistress sees you all dressed." I tried to remove the mask but found it had fused to the suit. The voice said "I told you, Mistress is not letting you out until you complete your outfit. Then once we've had our fun then you can go back to your boring male self". I felt that to get out of this I'd have to comply. So I looked at the rest of the clothing and proceeded with guidance by my formless Mistress of what to put on. Starting with the lingerie which consisted of a latex bra, thong, suspender belt and some fishnet tights. The lingerie was black with red lining. I was then told to put on the latex dress, which was black, and the skirt was about thigh high. This gave a glimps of the tops of the tights and the suspenders. Next came the corset, which was ready tied and zipped at the front. Again in red and black latex. All while I was dressing the voice of the Mistress kept filling my mind with how beautiful the latex is. Next was the the calf high boots with, thankfully a four inch heel. Still a struggle to walk but able. After I put the nails on (deep red like the lips on the mask) I finalised the get up with a red flowing wig and a collar which had the words Mistress across the front. Once this was on there was a flickering of the lights and a sudden shudder throughout my body. The sultry sexy voice was quite clear now and said "Thank you for enabling me to be free." I stood looking in the mirror as my own (or the masks) lips moved with every word spoken. "I had been trapped inside that mask for years and you've freed me."

I found out that the voice was that of a Dominatrix who worked in the 70's and was nervous of getting older and used to wear masks to keep going on. She had many customers of all genders, had a strict no sex rule and was very popular all be it kept deep underground during the era. She had high profile personalities visit her too. But as time moved on one by one her popularity dwindled and age was taking it's toll. She decided to do some witch craft to try to keep herself young which accidentally trapped her in the green eyed latex doll mask that she had by her side. I also found out that the site I had bought the mask from was from a hacker who was tracking my steps and sent me the information to order the mask and hence release the Mistress. The hacker happened to be the great niece of the Mistress and trainee Mistress herself who heard about her Great Aunt and needed her expert advice.

Epilogue.

Several months later I'm still trapped in this doll suit inside screaming to get out while the Mistress of the Mask dominates her customers and teaches her Great Niece all the things about being a strict yet safe Dominatrix. All this going one while the Mistress's ultimate sub (me) is being used as the vessel to carry out all sorts of kinks. Maybe, I'll become accustomed to it, maybe when Mistress feels the need to release me and pass onto a younger person I'll be able to move on with my life. Until then my schedule is quite full and Mistress's Great Niece is doing quite well for herself too.