Rubber 1 - black suit It was so exciting. Mistress had bought me an entire outfit, all shiny black latex, and was helping me into it. The above-the-knee socks with individual toes, the beyond-the-elbow gloves (both of which required my nails to be clipped as far back as possible, of course) were first on, then the tight body piece, designed to leave nothing exposed except my head. It had a high posture collar that did not like to bend, a rather tight fitted frame, almost like a corset, and enough length on arm and leg to cover a good deal of the socks and gloves. I was so excited! Unfortunitly, the front man-pouch was zipped shut, so my excitement had nowhere to go, except uncomfortably press again the zipper. My hand went down to rub there, only trying to rearrange into a better position. I'd never risk the wrath of my mistress by opening the zip. My hand glided over the smooth surface so easily, not even squeaking. It was like... well, a well oiled piece of latex. No grip at all, just the resistance of the flesh beneath. "M-mistress... I'm a little too excited for this. May I?" She grinned down at me. "Oh, my pet... of course you can't" she said, then slapped my hand away. I looked up, trying to put on my saddest face, but it was useless. I opened my mouth to plead, but before I could speak she had clamped it shut with her hand. I struggled a little, unable to break her grip, as she placed a full muzzle over it. It strapped snugly behind my head, leaving only the small holes for my nose open. Next came the full head mask, blacking out everything. It went on easily, but was tightened by strings at the back. The rubber gripped my skin tightly, blacking out everything. I felt the tug up at the back of my bodysuit, guessing she had looped the strings through the zipper head. Then I heard the lock click closed. I sat there, in complete darkness, feeling around the hood. One hand drifted back to the zipper at my crotch. It soon found another lock, holding the zipper's tag over a ring built into the suit. No way to get myself free... and I needed it badly. "That just leaves one little piece, pet." My head shot to where her voice came from. I couldn't think what she meant. She wasn't going to cover the airhole, so what part was left? She pushed my head down, and grabbed my hips to raise them, so I was kneeling with my head on the floor, ass high. Oh dear... I noticed a slight breeze at my tush. Then I felt a LARGE rubber object push in. The plug didn't go deep, but it was thicker than my comfort zone. Soon, I got past the bulge and it pulled itself in until only the base remained. "There we go. Now, I'm going to get a bite to eat and freshen up. I'll be back to play with you later!" I heard her going to the door. I tried to stand and move after her but struck the bed and tumbled onto it. I just managed to hear the door lock. And then I was alone with nothing to distract me from the lustful pain between my legs. --- Rubber 2 - Liquid latex It started with a real treat. I was getting a bath, a nice warm bath. I don't know why, but I always loved a long hot soak. Treats were hard earned, and baths were reserved for "especially good little bunnies". Getting one without trying was mana from heaven! ...of course, I should have been suspicious. But it comes a bit late when you're mistress has finished scrubbing you down, which feels stronger than before, more tactile than you think it should be, and you're lifted out, suddenly feeling strangely lighter than expected, and colder. I was speechless. I stood, nude - truly nude, my skin pink from the heat of the water and with no fur covering it - infront of my mistress, in shock. On the verge of breaking down, or lashing out, I looked at her. "Don't worry, pet. I just want to try out something new. It'll grow back" I knew I couldn't fight her. And I knew I shouldn't cry infront of her. So I just stood, silent and cold, as she dried me and lifted me in her arms. She lay me on my belly, ontop of a plastic sheet spread over the bed. "Now don't you worry. This might feel a little cold, but it'll warm right up." she said as she started to... paint my back? That's what it felt like. I tried to turn around, but she quickly pushed my neck down into the bed, continuing her work one-handed. "No peeking... in fact, I'd better take care of that now". Her free hand, I assume she placed the brush down, went to the bedside table and removed my blindfold. It fits very snuggly, and with a second strap under my jaw means it could be locked on with the small combination dials built into it. She worked down my legs next. By the time she got to the back of my knees, my back was warming up. I assume the coating had dried by then. Being very careful around my soles, she worked her way back up, touching here and there to touch up the covering. Unexpectedly, she pushed the brush inside my rump, just enough to make me gasp, then painted in between my cheeks. It felt bizarre... or like I hadn't cleaned myself properly. I heard the crackling of plastic, I assumed a small sheet to keep the cheeks apart. "Okay baby. I need you to roll over, carefully now. Don't worry, you won't stick to the plastic." I did as she bid, and she continued coating me, neck to toe, leaving only my sheath and head exposed. Then she removed the blindfold. "Ta-da!" I looked down. Instead of my skin, I saw black. Shiny black rubber. Everywhere. "W-what? What did you do?" "Don't worry baby. It'll keep you warm!" I rubbed myself, the latex coating offering some resistant to bending my fingers. It felt... good. In a naughty little way. My groin swelled. "Good boy. Now I can finish off" She coated my groin, pulling skin taught to get into all the creases. Then started on my neck, cranium, leaving my face last. "Close your eyes, baby. Don't want this getting inside" I obeyed, without really thinking, hands still roaming my body, squirming my toes to feel them rub against each other. By the time I realised that she had painted over my eyes and within my ears enough for them to seal it was too late. I tried to protest, but she simply grabbed my mouth closed and painted over it, leaving only my nostrils and a small slit at the end of my muzzle, just enough room for me to stick my tongue out or for her to insert my new liquid diet. --- Rubber 3 - Slave ball Mistress had been keeping me chaste for the past week, all locked up in a hard plastic cage, not able to get erect. It was agonizing for me, since she would tease me every morning and several times at night. Not that it affected her, since this particular model had the added strap-on attachment dock. She got hers, lying ontop of me, forcing me into the mattress, while all I could do is squirm as my dick struggled in vain to get up and get relief. This morning, I couldn't hold back, trying to beg for mercy but only truly able to huff and moan. Apparently, this was not acceptable to her. "Oh, little bunny... you not happy?" "P- oh! Please, I juh- I just n-need" "Shh!" "But, Mistress, please! I-" "THAT is ENOUGH!" She said as she rose off me, rolling to her side of the large bed and reaching into the bedside drawer, coming back with a large pink ball on a strap. A ball bag, a new one by the look of it. "No... no ple-" Before I could even finish the plea, she was ontop of me, pressing the air out of my chest. While my mouth was open due to the "off!" of air escaping, the ball gag went in. Strongly, instead of strapping it behind my head, she pushed my teeth into it. They pressed deeper than I expected. This was a very soft ball, it seemed. Then she took both ends of the strap and pulled them away. I opened my mouth to spit out the ball, only to find my teeth wouldn't release from the now pink goo in my mouth. The goo spread within my mouth, going to the back and sealing my airway. My eyes shot wide as I tried to gasp for breath, my gag reflex causing me to cough harshly, the goo spreading up into my nose. Sheer panic set in as each attempt to breathe in failed. Within a few moments I'd blacked out. --- I woke up, moaning. I guess I'd fell asleep. It felt like I was tangled in the sheets... or plastic. "Wakey wakey, pet" said Mistress, my eyes opening to find she was hugging me on her belly. I looked down to see I was now covered in pink... something. "Hnn?" my mouth wouldn't open. I struggled to get off my mistress so I could see what she'd gotten me into this time, but her arms kept me firmly ontop of her. "Oh no no, pet. You stay there. After all, how else am I supposed to feel these" Her hands moved up from my hips to my... boobs? Whatever suit I was in had two mounds built into the chest, giving me a bust which she started to run her hands over, just like I did with her. The feeling was two-fold. First, my nipples were being caressed far harder than should be possible. Secondly, my balls were being massaged. I noticed the patern matched her hands exactly, causing my brain to freak out. Mentally, it was like the suit had moved my testis to my pecs and enlarged them enough for my mistress to take a good long grope at. My legs spasmed due to the sensations running through me, moaning through my sealed mouth. "That's it baby. Enjoy it." This went on for some time, long enough for me to get very uncomfortable as another erection was attempted which failed. I looked down at my crotch though half-shut eyes, only to see a darker pink line on top of a small mound. My left hip looked odd too... the pink got lighter there, as light as the tummy section. 3 hearts close together, like a... a cutie mark. I moaned in humiliation again, closing my eyes and moving my head to the side. As if hot pink was not enough! "What's the matter baby? You need a little more. Well, why didn't you say so. I can always take it up a level. After all, I still haven't showed you this..." Next came... well, I'm not really sure what it was. My prostate felt like it was being stroked, but there wasn't the stuffing feeling of a plug or even a finger. My perineum felt it too. Stranger still, it felt like something was moving inside my penis, but not in the uncomfortable way sounding caused. My eyes opened wide with the sensation. I looked down to see mistress slide another finger inside the mound at my crotch. Inside the false vagina I now had. She didn't stop, going deeper and with more fingers. All I could do was moan. "That's it baby. Enjoy this" And I did. It was still frustrating but felt amazing. Pretty soon, I felt pre leaking out of my squashed dick. It dribbled out of the slit, the suit sending feedback to make it feel like my ass was dripping lube. "Good girl. Get it all slicked up. Pretty soon, you'll be ready for this." My mistress's other hand came up into view, holding a rather sizable double-ended strap-on. --- Rubber 4 - Rubber TF I was trapped, and about to die. Mistress had me in a vac-bed, a rare occurrence since they were on the border of what I could tolerate. I never enjoyed the feeling of being squashed. The narrow tube in my mouth provided most of my air, since the two nose holes (actually tubes fitted into my nostrils) were very small. They were there mostly for effect; the wheezing whistle they produced making every breath sound forced. The new collar around my neck, thick enough to be a posture collar, was too tight, the large tag digging into my throat. I couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't see... couldn't do anything. And then it got worse. Something was attached to the mouth hose, cutting off the air. I sucked whatever it was in, thinking Mistress was giving me a drink that I had to down quickly if I wanted to breathe, but what touched my tongue was a thick paste with a disgusting taste; latex. Unable to hold my breath, I forced the remaining air out of my lungs through my nose and spent the next 10 seconds trying to replace it. I barely got anything inwards. Guess I had to down the paste. I struggled my way through a few mouthfuls, lungs burning, but there was no reprieve. Soon, panic set in. I thrashed as hard as I could, causing the bed to barely wiggle, tried to breath deep through the tiny nose holes, failed, and ended up inhaling some of the latex goo. I coughed sharply, expelling the last of my air. I gasped, moving more of the sludge into my lungs. The burning pain spread quickly, the panic leaving me mindless. And then I blacked out. --- I saw my pet thrashing, obviously unable to hold the slubber formula at bay. Within minutes he had gone from his usual quivering of being in a vac-bed to a steady breathing as the slubber-goo worked its way inside him and his body stopped fighting it. I decided to get myself cleaned up properly and left my former pet, future play-thing to develop for an hour. Arriving back at the bed, naked and lustful, I stopped the vacuum, pulled the double-bag from the mouth tube and unzipped to see the prize inside. In went a rabbit, not 2 hours ago, out came a rubber-boy. It was so sexy to see his white fur forever replaced with shiny black. His mouth still drooled from the formula. He turned away and coughed hard, dispelling any remnant. "Oh baby... you look...” I couldn't finish, putting my hand up to stroke his chest. He was cool to the touch. I pressed the tag on his collar and saw it light up, confirming that he was tied to me and me alone. It was expensive enough that I didn't want to take any chances. "What did you do?!” he said, looking himself over, his naked form more defined, a hint of a 6-pack replacing his childish pudge. His sheath a little fuller as his head poked out an inch, even though he was clearly not aroused. Bigger than his sheath... my thighs burned at the thought. "Just making some improvements, love. Don't worry, mammy's here. And everything's going to be better.” I said, advancing on him, pushing him onto his back on the wooden floor. It might not be comfortable for me, but I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed action. I forced myself on him, forcing him to kiss me. The taste, the delightful taste of rubber, was so powerful... his mouth now a never-ending source of black lube. I bit on his top lip, HARD. He whined in pain, but I could feel the material give in ways flesh didn't. Letting go, it just bounced back. Perfect. I reached down and grabbed his improved cock, shoving myself down on it once I had it aligned. It went so deep... and thicker than normal... I shouted out in euphoria. This was so worth it. Coming back to my senses I noticed him crying. "Oh hush, baby. It's for the best, really. You said you were all mine, and now you are. And I can have you just the way I want you...” He squirmed under me, as weak as always. I wrapped his legs up in my tail to stop him kicking. Despite his obvious uncomforted, he stayed erect. I managed to work us both inside the vac-bed, overpowering his attempts to escape. With the vac set to 3 hours and the mouth tube firmly held between my teeth, I zipped us up, his cock still inside, for a nice close nap. --- Rubber 5 - Slubberish This was the last straw. Normally, I enjoyed our games, enjoyed being pushed further than I'd agree to, but now I saw the folly of my ways. This was permanent. I was rubber now, through and through. My body was still under my control, but it felt cold, cold like my mistress. I still looked like a rabbit, but a rabbit inside a total body suit. With a large collar marking me as a pet. It even had a stupid tag with my name on it. This was too much. Getting worked up about it again, I began to tremble a little, sobbing quietly. I reached my hand up to the tag, gripping it in my palm (which now had a lot less grip). I felt... disgust. This was the last straw. It was time to leave. Without really thinking about where I'd go, I went upstairs to grab some clothes. Normally I'd be kept naked for Her enjoyment but I knew where the "modesty required" clothes were. Pulling on just some pants and a long sleeve shirt, grabbing my sneakers, I looked in the mirror - stared at the freak looking back at me. Black face, black ears, black teeth inside a black mouth. Stupid posture collar. It had to go. -I- had to go. I felt around to the back, finding a simple buckle. No lock. Maybe my luck was changing. I took it as a sign. This would be the start of my freedom, and it would be easier than I thought. I removed the collar, threw it on the bed I hoped never to see again, and made my way, head raised high, downstairs and out the door to freedom. Except I didn't ge to the door. On the top stair, my mouth closed. I tried to open it, grabbing the hand rail to balance myself. It wouldn'topne. My right hand went to my lips to find out what was going on... only to find a smooth surface without blemish or seam. My mouth was gone? I tried pushing my tongue out, only to find it couldn't touch anything... or couldn't move. I paused, now halfway down the stairs. My hand felt odd. Looking down my arm, I saw the black mitten-shaped blob that was now my left hand, holding the rail. I tried not to panic, bringing it up infront of my face, staring at it in amazement and terror. Then everything went dark. I twisted my head around to see, unable to spot anything and lost my balance. After tumbling to the bottom of the stairs, I tried to stand again... but my legs wouldn't respond. I moved my arms down to them, but they just wouldn't budge. Then my shoulders arched backwards. I pushed my behind my back, trying to lever myself onto my stomach... only to have my hands tuch and bind together. I could feel my hands, all over each other. Each finger touching each other finger, the feedback making the mental image I had of my body collapse. I was trapped. I couldn't move. Heck, I could barely work out where my arms -were-. I'd fallen down the stairs... why didn't it hurt? I felt my mouth open, a small round opening just under my nose. It was strange that I coudln't breathe through it though. My nose felt blocked. I wasn't breathing. I... I wasn't breathing. I was cold, I wasn't breathing... I was rubber. I lay there, the words going over and over in my head, unable to do anything. I was rubber. --- Rubber 6 - Hallowe'en special 6.1 - The bitch returns I came home to find my pet in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, clothes he knew he wasn't allowed to wear draped over his motionless body. "Well, boy, someone just earned a punishment..." I went and retrieved his collar from the bedroom, planning on turning him back into a rubber-bunny and making him regret his attempt to run away... but then a much more interesting thought came to mind. A way to kill 2 birds with 1 stone. The first part was easy, call the libido crazed lion at my office that refused to leave me alone and realize I wasn't interested in meat-headed jocks. He jumped at the chance to come over, I warned him that I was not going to just lie down and let him have his way with me, but he didn't care. I'm guessing his wife had stopped pleasing him as much as he wanted. Or that his last piece of tail on the side had scampered away. --- 6.2 - Preparation I put the collar back on my pet, but only swapped him to "sex doll" mode. No sight, no sound, no movement - but 4-limbed instead of the anti-escape bondage-bag shape it was trying to form him into. I had to get the clothes off him for this plan of mine to work. Since the heating in the house was off all day, I decided to share a hot bath. I needed to unwind a bit and he needed to warm up from the chilly room temperature he was. As I lay beside him, wondering how it would feel to have water running into your open O-face, down your throat with no way to stop it, I had to control my urges to ride him then and there. This was one plan that required me to save myself. Once I was out and dry, I turned him face-down over the plug hole to let his insides empty. Once purged, I flopped him down on the bed and got each limb in a manacle and chained to a poll of the 4-poster. It looked silly. Like a Walmart hallowe'en prop with a major kinky twist. I was just about to slip out of my bathrobe and into something equally kinky when I heard the doorbell. "Showtime, sister" I said to myself. "I'll be right back, sweetie." I said, closing the bedroom door. Not that he could hear me. --- 6.3 - Soft kitty, big kitty, bunny in rubber I couldn't wait. This bitch had been teasing me with her low-cut tops and skirts for months at work. And now she finally fell for my charms (not to mention looks) and called me. 10 seconds after ringing the bell, I knocked at the door. Hard. No way was I waiting for her to get ready. I was ready for her months ago. She was everything my wife wasn't. Hot, interested, sexy as hell, and from what I've heard a real submissive girl in the sack. Oh sure, she'd play strong in the work-place, but I know tigresses. They fold, so easily. Especially to a real tom cat lion like me. I flexed my bicep at the thought. "Hey big guy", she said wearing only a robe as she opened the door. Her breasts so close to being on show I grunted. "What's up, baby. Heard you needed some man-meat." I said, one of my best lines, as I walked through the door, forcing her to back up. "Why don't we go see if you can handle all of mine?" "I'm afraid I promised my husband that I can only have sex with him..."husband?!, my mind raced. I was certain she wasn't married. I tried to back away, but she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug, bringing our faces close together and lowering her voice. "But luckily he doesn't have to know about this. He's all locked up right now, like the weak little thing he is. He doesn't need to know he's only getting my ass around his cock. You can fill me right up, honey." she said in a real sexy voice as she walked backwards towards the stairs, bringing me with her. "Can't be much of a man if he don't satisfy you" I said, trying to play into it. No way was this real. No man would let his wife dress like that to work. Not with guys like me around. I followed her up the stairs as she giggled back at me. --- 6.4 - Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, MMMR? MMMRPH?! MMMMMMMMRHHH!!! I was him stop dead as he saw inside the door and to the bed. The colour began to leave his face, eyes wide. What a pussy. "Shhh! He can't hear us unless we're loud. Don't worry; he won't know you're here. Just trust me okay?" I had to grab his hand and drag him into the room. He was still freaking a bit, so to reassure him I slapped my toy's head as hard as I could and gestured at the complete lack of a reaction. "Oh... OH! Right... quiet... cause your husband can't know. Got it" Why are the cock-sure ones always so dumb? "Now, since I promised not to have sex without him, I'll just sit down like this", I said, sitting on the bed, my toy's still warm shaft running right up my ass. I wasn't used to anal, I am NOT the type to let people use me, but I had some experience. The lion's jaw dropped further than I thought possible. He just stood there, in awe. "And you can use the front..." His pants were off in seconds, no hint of boxers existing under them. For someone so cock-sure and muscular, he was a little lacking. I had expected something dong-worthy with the amount he wanted to sleep around. Still, I managed to keep the disappointment off my face. Truth be told, I was smirking. My secret was much more fun than the thought of sex with this man. He dove right in, pausing only when I forced his hips away to lube him up. I could tell why his wife stopped pleasing him. His idea of sex-talk had all the depth of "Oh baby, I am having sex with you. Feel that?". His hands went to my boobs and grabbed, and stayed there. And of course, he was going to finish much too early for my tastes. Still, I played along. "It's so good to be with a real man. But I can't let you cum in me." "Fuck that, yes you can" "Unh - no, I can't. But- AH! But I know where you can. My hubby likes it up the ass too. And my strap-on is just a little smaller than you." at this stage I had to put my claws on his crotch to get him to back up. "Here, let me show you" "God damn it, what is with the play? Just let me fuck!" I quickly undid the manacles, flipped my toy and myself over. "Just think of it as an extra safe condom, stud. Don't want your wife finding out you knocked someone up. I'm sure you're capable" I said in as sultry a way as possible - trying to push his buttons. "I don't use a condom, they kill the feeling." "Oh trust me, this one won't." I said, discretely clipping a new tag onto the D-ring on the collar. "Go for it stud, I'm ready and waiting" He sighed and thrust in, quickly building up to the same annoying force as before, this time thankfully dampened by the inches of rubber-boi between us. He didn't last long, moaning loudly as the textured anus gripped him tightly. His moan continued, he had to breathe in, then continued. From the sound of it, he was hooked up to one hell of a milking machine. Then the shocked gasp happened. I felt the weight on my back lessen, then suddenly disappear I heard a loud thud. I looked over the end of the bed to see a jackass lion struggling as he was covered in my toy - the rubber writhing around and sticking to his fur, coating his face and neck to block out sight and cut off his screams. "Good pet... knew you could help me out" --- 6.5 - Black male is such a bitch I wasn't sure what had happened. First I was released, but still couldn't move. Then I was warmed up, I'm guessing in the bath. Then I was teased, a wonderful sensation on my dick that just made me horny without being able to act on it. Then... then I was melting or something. My eyes opened (or re-formed, I guess?) and I was lying on my back, feeling bigger and heavier than normal. My mistress was staring down at me. I tried to speak, but as my mouth opened I heard screams from behind me. I turned my head (which took a lot more effort than normal) but there was no one there. "Close your mouth" I obeyed, and the screaming stopped. "Sweetie, check the mirror" I stood up and walked towards the closet. In the mirror... a lion slubber looked back at me. "That's Mark. He's the jerk I was telling you about. Hope you don't mind, but I let him bang me a bit to get him here. Consider it punishment for you. But you're going to help me teach him a lesson about respect. Particularly respecting those more powerful than you." I couldn't believe it, but as soon as she said it I noticed the way my arms wanted to go to my mouth. I relaxed them a bit, noticed the way they raised by themselves, tried to grip my lower lip and pull it down, as if taking off a mask. There was someone inside me. No, I was controlling someone like a puppet-master. Some lion that wanted to screw my mistress. "On your knees" I fell out of reflex, into the standard waiting-pet pose. Hands behind me, head down, knees splayed. "Now, I'm going to get a kitty-costume for our guest, and then I'm going to expose enough of his face so he can be identified in the pictures. And if he tells anyone about this, his wife is going to get the director's cut video edition. You got that Mark?" I opened my mouth to let him speak. "You fucking... Yes" he said, defeated. "It's your lucky day, sweetie. This makes up for you trying to get away, so you get to have some fun too. I closed my mouth, making my face into a smile. My hand reached back to my newly acquired tail. It was just flexible enough that I could begin to push it inside me. Mark didn't like that, I could tell from his thrashing. I didn't care. No one screwed my mistress. She screwed them. Never the other way around.