Riley Gendreau
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Becoming A Latex Slave Model
🕑 Added 2023-10-29 22:11:23 +0000 UTCOne thousand eight hundred and nineteen days. That's how long I’ve been stuck in this latex bondage suit. Actually, I think next week is my five-year anniversary. I honestly can’t believe all the changes I’ve gone through since then. Oh yeah, I didn’t used to look like this at all. For starters before I was locked in here I didn’t have breasts, in fact, I wasn’t even a woman. I used to be a man, and I’ll admit I was the most masculine of men, but I was a man nevertheless. You want to hear about it? Sure I suppose I could tell you the story. Let’s see, it started a bit before I was locked into this suit, I think it was around a year before that. At that time I had recently graduated from college. I was spending most of my time at home, mostly taking a break after spending so many years in school, but also because I was struggling to find a job with the degree I had received. Luckily my room was able to cover the cost of our apartment while I figured it all out.
We have been best friends since we were six, we met when I moved in next door to her and we clicked and have been inseparable since. She had finished college a couple of months before me and got right into using her degree. She had studied fashion and design and to her praise finished top of her class. Everything she’s ever made has been gorgeous and very well made. I still have a shirt she made for me, and not even a thread has come loose, then again it’s not like I wear normal clothes anymore. Anyway, back to the story. She was really smart and opened up her own clothing shop as soon as she could. She sells everything entirely online but uses the shop to hold supplies and equipment, she even has a backroom for photoshoots. Now, I should also mention she was really smart. Her store became very popular very quickly due to her excellent marketing skills. You see, she found a market that didn’t have many sellers and began to make custom designs and outfits specifically for them.
It just so happened that the market target fetishes. She covered all kinds of fetishes, but her most popular was her latex bondage suits. People fell in love with them, not only because they felt and looked good, but because they were sturdy and almost impossible to break out of. So once the first person bought one, they showed it off in their groups and word of her business took off, and she’s been super busy with custom orders ever since. Now you probably want to know how I got dragged into that.
Over time her business grew and grew, but when it comes to fashion you have to keep coming out with new and improved designs. So one day I was hanging out at her shop, waiting around to help her with a very important photoshoot. It was important because her work was being recognized in a fashion magazine covering the adult side of fashion. So while waiting for a model she had hired to show up I helped set up cameras and pull over racks of her new outfits.
After I had set everything up like she had instructed, she came running in a panic. She had tears flowing down her face and was a complete mess. She told me the model had canceled and she tried to call around to find another. The only problem was the latex was made to this model's specific size, and she needed a model that was the same size or slightly smaller to fill in. Unfortunately, the modeling agency didn’t have any models available in time to replace the one that was canceled. I may not be a fashion expert like her, but I know missing the deadline would hurt her reputation. So I tried to come up with alternatives. I asked her if she could fit into the suits or if she had any friends that could. She said she would have gladly worn the suit, but her hips and breasts were much bigger than the models, so it was likely she wouldn’t fit, or it could stretch too much and rip. So she wasn’t an option.
She also has a list of all her friend's measurements.
Due to often making them clothing as gifts, only one of them would fit into the suit. I said that was great, let's go ask them, I can even bribe them by offering to cook a big meal for them, or even offer them the model's cut. She shyly looked away, saying she didn’t think her friend would want to do it. Now if you couldn’t guess, this was the moment I got myself in my present-day predicament. I passionately said that if they were her friend, they would do it. That’s when she stopped crying and asked me if I truly felt that way. I doubled down, saying of course, she was amazing and incredibly gifted in her work, and even if it was sex clothing her friend would be lucky to get to model, I mean hell, they’ll be in a famous magazine. Her entire mood changed after I said that. She wiped away her tears and grabbed my hand. I was a little confused when she led me into the dressing room, instead of heading out the door to go find her friend.
I confusingly asked her what was going on, and that’s when she mentioned the only friend she had that would fit into the suits was me. I must have turned bright red when she said that because she quickly reminded me of what I had previously said. I’ll admit I did kinda try to get out of it, I kept saying I couldn’t do it because I was a guy, and all the outfits were for women. As you can guess, she quickly debunked all that, saying that I was already kinda feminine. So all she had to do was apply some makeup, put me into a corset, add some breast forms and perhaps some on the hips and butt, and get me into the suit. She added that after she was done, no one would even know it was me in the photos. So I was clearly not getting out of it now, so I sat down and let her go to work. She applied all kinds of makeup, I’m not entirely sure what it all was, but she applied stuff to my cheeks, my eyelids, lips, and cheeks.
Once she was done, she presented me with a mirror. I couldn’t believe how different I looked. Thanks to what she calls my feminine physique, you couldn't tell I was a man. She still added a corset and tight end, you know to make me look very curvy. Once I was in it, and she taught me how to breathe so I wouldn't die due to lack of oxygen, she left the room and grabbed a bra. She helped me put it on, which was incredibly embarrassing and then slipped a huge breast form into each side. They were incredibly heavy and made moving around awkward, when I said that, she merely laughed and said imagine how she feels, hers were a few sizes bigger and didn’t come off. She then left the room once again, this time I had no idea what she was getting. She came back with some sort of weird device. I asked her what it was and she awkwardly said it was a cage. She said its normal purpose is for chastity, but this one would be used to make my crotch flat and keep it that way, just in case I suddenly liked what was going on.
I wasn’t really sure what she was talking about, but I said there was no way I was letting her put that on me, so I told her she had to leave the room. She handed me the thing, and she turned around. I fumbled around with the thing, I had no idea how it worked. I guess she could tell, so she suddenly turned around and decided to help. I almost died with embarrassment, here I was with my best friend, with no pants on, wearing full makeup, a corset, and fake boobs. The worst part is she was now playing around with my dick, so naturally the damn thing decided it was a good time to get hard. She definitely noticed, even making a joke about it. She gets the cage on me and locks it up. She then slips me into a pair of panties and fills it up with a few more padded forms, giving me a bigger butt and hips. She did a quick measurement to make sure everything was good, only needed to adjust slightly.
Once it was all set, she went and grabbed one of her suits. She helped me get inside and zipped it up. I’d never worn anything like that before, but honestly, something about it was fascinating, I got why people liked using them for sex. After I was in it, she locked it all up, it was for the photoshoot so It made sense. She brought me in front of the camera and started making me pose. At first, it was incredibly embarrassing, but after a while, I was able to get into the headspace and take some decent photos. She was calling out commands for possession and saying some humiliating and demeaning things, but the longer it went on the more fun we both had. After a couple of hours and many different suits, we finished the photoshoot. She jokingly left me locked up in one, while she sent the photos over to her editor, he was going to work his magic and make them look even better and then send them off to the magazine company for printing.
While she was doing that, I kinda played around with the suit. I was also super turned on by this point, which was killing my dick, it was still trapped in this device that wouldn't even let the poor thing get stiff. I kinda forgot I wasn’t alone and began to rub the area where my dick was, hoping I could somehow relieve my suffering. That’s when she walked back in and caught me in the act. I thought she was going to be mad, but it was the opposite. She seemed super happy, saying she knew I would love being encased in latex. I was too embarrassed to say anything. That's when she took charge and I learned how dominating she could be. She began talking dirty to me, saying that from now on I would now be her submissive latex slave. She flipped me over and unzipped an opening that covered my butt. She leaned over and whispered into my ear. This is your only chance to back out, I’m about to make you my bitch and there is no going back.
This whole thing was crazy, but again for some reason, it all turned me on, and in that moment I wanted her to have her way with me. Well, I got exactly that, she pulled out a strap-on she had and began to fuck my brains out through my ass. It was extremely rough but incredibly pleasurable, I was able to cumm even with this cage on. Once she felt I had enough she zipped me up and flipped me back over. She then made me pleasure her with only my tongue, it was a little gross but I did as I was told. I did it until she exploded all over my face. After that, she left me there locked in the suit, turned the lights off, and left. She returned the next day and released me from that suit and let me clean up. She didn’t however, remove the cage, it actually hasn’t come off since. After that, I became her full-time model and of course, her full-time bondage slave, and that’s how I lived my life for the next year. Of course back then I did get days off where I didn’t have to wear any suits.
Now that day nearly five years ago, around that time her business was beyond busy and massively popular, she was easily booked a year or two out at all times. Everyone wanted a suit just like that sexy bitch in all the magazines. She had also been working on her greatest invention. She had spent months designing a special suit, one that can only be put on once and can never be removed. The idea was to have it bond to the wearer's skin. There were special tubes that could be inserted to help the wearer go to the bathroom, so there were no worries about that, it was also made of a super dense and indestructible material. As you can guess, she put me right in. It was difficult at first, especially since this version of the suit makes it so I can’t use my hands, so I'm pretty useless when it comes to anything other than serving someone for pleasure, but after a while, it becomes pure pleasure for myself.
As for these tits, they’re the real deal, my girlfriend started me on hormones that same year. It was mostly to see if growing in the suit would cause any problems, but she also says that good bitches like me need large jiggly tits, or we wouldn’t be any good. Now with all that, I was still her model, so I was quickly shoved to every event possible to show off the suit, with each year getting bigger and her showing me off. She even started offering me at those events for private sessions with my adoring fans. Which I guess brings us up to speed here. Now I think I’ve done enough talking. What would you like first, my mouth or my ass? I’m all yours master, please use me and destroy me as you please.
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