CHANGES
CHAPTER 5
I woke up the next morning surprisingly refreshed. I didn't feel Tara on the bed so I assumed I slept through her alarm. Testing my bonds I could tell I was still bound the same as I was last night; hooded, gagged, arm bound and legs tied.
"mmpppph?" I muttered inquiringly when I heard Tara enter the room.
"Hi sleepy head! Did you sleep well?" She asked brightly.
Remembering the code for yes I grunted. "mmpphh."
"Good! Now lets make you more comfortable before I go to work." She said while sitting me up and undoing my leg bondage.
'finally! I'll be able to use my arms again! and see too." I thought with relief.
She lifted my boot-clad feet and I felt her slide something up my legs.
'What's she doing now?' I wondered. "Mmmpphh!" I grunted in surprise as she slid a well-lubricated dildo in my crotch and then finished sliding what turned out to be the red latex panties I wore the day before in place.
"MMMPPPHHH!" I complained bitterly through my gag!
"Hold on, hold on. I'm not done yet." She said soothingly as she laid me down on my chest on the bed. A two-foot long knee spreader was next. Followed by a four-foot long ankle bar. Folding my legs and strapping my ankles to my thighs completed my leg bondage.
"MMMPPPHHH! MMMPPPHHH!" I complained again. 'This is going to far! I've been bound for almost 48 hours straight! Let me go Tara!' I shouted mentally.
"Honey, calm down and trust me. Things are going to be different today." She said in a soothing tone of voice.
At that point I gave up. I was utterly helpless to stop her anyway so I might as well see what she has in store.
"That's a good girl." Tara said when I calmed down.
I then felt her attaching something to the D rings on the sides of my neck, corset and boots. She had slipped cables to the D rings and was hoisting me up in the air above the bed! I felt my arm binder bump against the ceiling and then I felt her lower me a notch.
"Wow!" She said breathlessly. "You look beautiful."
She then started to chant. This one was longer that some of the others and I knew it was directed at me when I felt my body tingle. My muscles went ridged just like before but this time I heard a crackling noise.
When the sensations passed I noticed I still felt stiff and that things seemed too quiet.
I tried grunting a question but I couldn't make a sound! It then hit me that I wasn't breathing anymore. I couldn't hear my heart beating! I was starting to panic when Tara spoke up.
"I enjoyed having you as a bondage model Honey but I was curious as to how you would look as a bondage MANNEQUIN." She said with satisfaction.
' A mannequin! This is unreal! How could she dOOOOHHHHH!' My mental rambling drifted off at Tara clicking her long nails on my plastic breasts.
"All sensations are amplified for you while you're like that Honey! Enjoy your day!" She said as she turned on my dildo and left for work.
The whole day was erotic torture! the dildo alternated speeds all day but no matter how long it ran I couldn't climax. The vibrations it sent through my now hollow form were indescribable!
Hearing the bedroom door open brought me back to awareness.
'Tara's home! I can get relief now!' I thought happily. I heard her change clothes and then leave the room. I then heard her cooking in the kitchen and then I heard the T.V turn on. The T.V. was on for what seemed like forever when I heard the light switch in the bedroom. Tara then started lowering me from the ceiling.
'Please hurry Tara! I NEED to cum!' I shouted to myself.
I was not lowered all the down though. "Time to polish the mannequin." I heard Tara say. Between her polishing and the buzzing of the dildo I was in sexual hell! I STILL couldn't climax! Just when I thought I would go insane from the over stimulation Tara stopped and raised me back up to the ceiling. I heard her lay down on the bed and a few seconds later I heard another dildo spring to life accompanied by Tara's moaning.
'She's masturbating! Like I'm not even here!' Honey thought with chagrin.
"AAAHHHH!" Tara screamed as she climaxed!
'PLEASE TARA! I want to cum too!' Honey screamed mentally. But for all of her mental turmoil Honey was only an immobile, plastic effigy of herself. Totally incapable of interacting with the world around it. A thing. An OBJECT of fetish beauty.
Tara then got cleaned up, turned off the lights and went to bed. Staring fondly at her ceiling decoration before drifting off to sleep.
Honey had no concept of time and after a few days didn't even notice Tara's comings and goings. Lost in sexual frustration. Caused by being unable to climax.
The mannequin was jolted back to awareness one day When Tara lowered it from the ceiling because she noticed dust was building up. The mannequin was raised back up in position when done and then left alone.
'I'm lucky to have such a thoughtful owner.' The mannequin thought before drifting back off into a fugue state once more.
The mannequin didn't even notice its lack of individuality.
'I may have gotten carried away.' Tara admitted to herself while watching T.V. in the living room one night. 'I've been thinking of Honey as an object, instead of my husband. When I noticed the dust on Honey I thought, I'd better dust IT. Instead of her or him. I don't even notice it any m-- I did it again. I don't even notice HER when I'm in the room with her. I'll go restore her now!'
Tara resolutely walked to the bedroom and turned on the light.
'Wow, I forgot how stunning she looks with the light reflecting off the latex and her hollow tits.' Tara thought, feeling her resolve slip. 'Honey will be all right for another week' she thought as she turned off the light and walked back out to finish watching T.V. pushing the matter to the back of her mind.