Chapter 3
I then spent the next 4 months tinkering with the dildo panties, modifying them slightly to further my plans for my doll. I was able to add a remote control to them so I could effect immediate transformations instead of waiting for the panties to cycle through their routine. While modifying them I discovered an unused circuit in the panties. Apparently the company that made the panties had another model on the market. One that turned its wearer into a mannequin! The company must have built the capacity for both in every pair sold and the control knob would only be connected to one function. I further modified them so now I could choose her transformation and remove the dildo from the panties. The doll stayed folded up in my closet in its box the entire time.
After the panties were done i spent another 6 months modifying the basement in my free time. The basement was now a fully stocked dungeon filled with leather and latex outfits and bondage gear.
After 10 months in my closet i couldn't even imagine what was going through Dolly's mind but she now faced a choice. If dolly would become my living slave as well as my inanimate slave we would explore the depths of sensuality. If she refused, i would make her a love doll permanently only to be used by me when i couldn't be with a real woman.
I got dolly out of its box, put the panties on and used the pump to inflate her. Once it was inflated i pushed the button on the remote and watched dolly come to life. When she was back to being human she just laid on the bed limp with a vacant, blank eyed stare with drool dripping out of her slack lipped mouth. A few minutes passed and i was starting to get worried. Just as i was about to go to her she came back to her wits.
"Karl, what's going on? Why is everything so fuzzy?" she asked.
I then explained my plan, the modifications i made to the panties and how long she was in the drawer. I then told her the consequences of denial.
Tears sprang up in her eyes and she said, "Why are you being so mean?"
"Mean? What are you talking about? You willingly turned yourself into a lifeless doll. My idea at least lets you be human sometimes. Well, whats your decision? Forever a doll, hardly ever used or my lover and slave." I replied.
Looking down, she said in a quiet voice, "Slave."
"Good. Your only name for now on is Dolly. Now turn around."
She wordlessly obeyed.
I handed her a one piece black latex discipline catsuit. It had built in feet, mittens, an open faced hood and cut out breasts and a zippered crotch. It was made of 1/4 inch thick latex. The suit laced shut in the back. She is a size seven. The suit was a size five. it took about 15 minutes for her to squirm into the suit. When i got to the hood i inserted tight fiting ear peices and ran the cords through the end of the laces. Once the suit was on i laced it tight, not stopping until the lacing met. Despite her tears and quiet sobbing her nipples were rock hard and her face was flushed.
"Does this turn you on Dolly?" I asked.
With her eyes closed she moaned, "yes, Master."
"Good." i said.
I then guided her arms into a black latex arm-binder. Again the arm-binder was smaller than required. After i fastened the shoulder straps i laced the binder until the ends of the lacings met and Dolly's elbows were touching and her shoulder were pulled back leaving her back arched and making her 34c's stand out proudly. This made Dolly moan out in pain. I used that opportunity to force a three and a inch ball-gag past her teeth.
"MMPPH!" she shouted in protest.
"Shut up Dolly! Because it's going to get worse." I snapped at her causing fresh tears to spring up in her eyes.
I pulled the strap tight until the straps dug into the corners of her mouth and then i pulled it another notch tighter for good measure. I then pushed in on the ball so her lips framed it nicely. I then inserted form-fitting earbuds in her ears. These were going to be used for her conditioning. I then pulled a thick, black latex discipline hood over her head the only openings it had were nose tubes. Once the nose tubes were in place i laced it until the ends met. With the hood laced tight, the thick latex pushed her gag in even more. I then walked her down to the basement and hooked a chain attached to the ceiling to her arm-binder putting her in a strappedo position. With her arms mostly out of the way i laced her into a black latex under bust corset pulling her 21 inch waist down to 19 inches. I could hear her breath whistling through her nose tubes as she fought for air. I then released her arms from the chain and helped her stand upright. I put an extreme neck corset on her. With the size of her gag and the severity of the collar Dolly's face was almost pointed straight up at the ceiling. I added a black leather body harness to her bondage. It had a strap over each shoulder with a D-ring embedded in each, above her breasts, under her breasts, around her waist and over her crotch. When I got each of the straps tight I cranked down on them an extra notch, making it even harder for her to breath and driving her dildo deeper into her crotch. With the huge gag in her mouth and the thick hood over that I almost couldn't hear her screams of protest.
The entire top half of her body was now immobilized. I was very turned on watching her sway slightly back and forth, only able to use her legs to balance herself with. I walked her over to two cables dangling form the ceiling and attached them to the rings in her shoulder straps and turned on the winch. When her feet were about two feet off of the ground I turned the winch off and proceeded to lace black patent leather ankle ballet boots on her feet. They were rigid so she would not be able to bend her ankles and the inside of the toes came to a point so all of her toes would be mashed together causing her pain when she walked. I then added a short 9 inch spreader bar to her knees and a longer bar to her ankles. I then lowered her back down to the floor until her full weight was bearing down on her feet. This time I heard her scream a little clearer. Her breath was coming in short, quick gasps and she was trembling. I was finally to the part I was waiting for. I held her upright and steady and pushed the mannequin button on the remote. Her next breath came out as a snort of surprise as the dildo leapt to life deep inside her crotch. Her trembling stopped almost immediately and as I, listened her breathing slowed down and stopped. I let go of her suddenly still form and it tipped slightly backwards, taking up the little amount of slack that was in the cables. I put my hand on her breast and squeezed. Her breast was rock hard. I then rapped the back of my knuckles on the breast and heard a hollow thunk in response. Dolly was nothing but a mannequin now!
I turned off the panties and removed the spreader bars off of the mannequin's legs and wheeled a display stand that had two spreader bars on it over to the mannequin. I unbuckled the crotch strap on the body harness and opened the crotch zipper of the discipline suit. After some finagling the dildo came free from her polymer pussy. I set it down and lifted the mannequin on to the stand. When the rubberized rod slid home I attached the mannequin's legs to the spreader bars. I then zipped the crotch on the suit so it was touching the rod. I was now down the final two steps to finishing my bondage mannequin. I wheel ed the mannequin over to the corner next to an air compressor put on a breathing mask and started coating the mannequin in black liquid latex. A few hours and many coats of latex later I had a shiny black bondage art piece. I then wheeled it over to a computer in another corner of the basement and plugged the earpieces the mannequin had on in to the sound card and started the conditioning cd. In one year Dolly would not even remember a person named Holly let alone realize that who she was. I took one last look at my handiwork shut off the lights and walked back upstairs ready to start looking for a girlfriend.