Debbie Phillips was just deciding where to go for lunch.

She looked out of her office window, and swore quietly as she saw it had just started to rain.

“Damn”, she said, “I don’t want to get wet, as I have a meeting this afternoon, but I could really do with some lunch…”

Rummaging around in her bag, she realised that she’d still got her daughter’s package that she’d picked up with her. It was a raincoat that she’d ordered from Temu. She’d thought at the time, when her daughter ordered it, it looked a bit big for her, but it would come in handy now, if she carefully opened the package…

Undoing the package carefully, she looked at the large thick pink raincoat.

“Definitely too big for her”, she thought. “It’ll do me, though.”

She pulled the coat on but left the hood down. She also left the mitts hanging loose.

Heading out, she went down in the lift, and out onto the street.

As the rain and wind hit her, she quickly pulled the hood up.

As her head touched the back of the hood, there was a click…

Despite her trying to stop it, the clear visor built into the hood slid down, and the hood tightened itself around her head.

There was another click, then Shan’s voice echoed in the hood, which was now effectively a helmet.

“Hello Debbie”, she said. “As you by now have guessed, this coat was designed for you, not your daughter. Also, if you don’t do exactly what I tell you, you will suffocate as the hood goes airtight. Nod slowly if you understand.”

Shaking, Debbie nodded slowly.

“Good”, continued Shan. “Now, get dressed properly. Put the mittens on and fasten them.”

Debbie pulled the mittens on and closed the fasteners at the wrists. There was a click as they locked.

“Good girl”, said Shan. “Up ahead, you will see a silver car parked at the curb. Knock on the window, get in when the door opens, and sit in the passenger seat. We will take it from there…”

Trembling with fear, now starting to cry behind her visor, Debbie stopped by the car, but couldn’t knock on the window as her arm was shaking so much. It took a further threat from Shan about the hood to finally make her knock.  

A latex clad arm pushed the door open, and Debbie got in. Sitting in the passenger seat, she looked over at the latex clad woman in the driving seat.

Hannah reached over, and fastened Debbie’s seat belt, after closing the door. As she was reaching over, she also squeezed Debbie’s breasts through the raincoat’s plastic.

“Nice rack”, she said with her voxbox. “You’ll do nicely…”

Debbie cried and cried as they drove away…

Shan had been after Debbie for some time, but not for staff.

She wanted a ‘personal slave’ to keep her entertained and happy; someone she could have fun breaking and training, as well as be able to study the effects of permanent bondage and hopelessness. She wanted to drive Debbie to the edge of depression and despair and insanity.

As such, she had had a very special hood made for Debbie…

Debbie had been sedated as soon as she arrived at Samoto and stripped naked.

She had then been strapped down on a special operating table.

Special filter tubes were fitted into her nostrils; they were designed to protrude out and not get blocked by the next stage…

The back of her head was laid in a recess at the top of the table, and a top piece was lowered. The filter tubes were fed through this, and the two halves were sealed together.

There was a hiss, and Debbie’s body jerked once as the heat hit it, as well as the hole being punched into her trachea.

The cover then lifted, cutting the filter tubes as it did so.

Debbies head was now encased completely with a 5mm thick solid latex hood, that was permanently moulded to her head. She would never speak or hear again and only be able to breathe with difficulty through the tubes.

An ornate silver collar was then fitted round her neck; this collar had a hole in it for her food and drink to go through that was covered by a stopper until needed.

Debbie was then wrapped in a transparent pvc nightdress and fastened into the spare bed in Shan’s room.

She didn’t know it, but she was now in a ‘privileged’ position at Samoto, even though it would not seem like it to her…

She would never have to do anything for herself anymore; she was Shan’s toy doll and doll’s weren’t expected to do things…

During the night, Debbie awoke.

She tried to work out where she was; nothing looked familiar, and everything was blurry, as if she was looking though dirty glass.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, but it didn’t make any difference.

She next tried sitting up; the sheet over her stretched but didn’t give. It was holding her down somehow…

Why was she in bed, anyway? Also, what the hell was this bedding made of…?

She tried to speak and realised, with horror, she couldn’t open her mouth.

Now Debbie really started to panic. She frantically pushed and pushed against the sheet, trying to get up, getting more agitated all the time…

Shan, hearing the commotion, came into the room.

She sat in a chair by Debbie’s bed and reached over, but instead of helping Debbie up, she gently pushed her back down.

“Easy, Dolly”, she said, stroking Debbie on her latex-covered head. “I’ll explain everything you need to know later…”

Debbie shook her head and tried again to sit up.

“Oh well”, Shan sighed, “seems like we have to do this the hard way.”

Still stroking Debbie’s head, Shan picked up a syringe and gave Debbie an injection. The sedative took effect quickly, and Debbie slumped back into the bed.

“That should let you sleep until morning”, Shan mused. “Then I’ll start your training…”

The next day, Debbie awoke to sunlight coming in through the window.

Looking around, she realised she was no longer in the bed but sitting in a chair by it.

Through her blurred vision, she could just about see what she was wearing…

She tried to scream. All her clothes were transparent and quite see through. They were made from clear latex…

She realised her hands weren’t restrained, but they were wearing very stiff latex gloves.

She reached up to her head to rub her eyes…

Shan heard Debbie moaning frantically.

“Ah, she’s found out about the hood…”, she said, smiling.

Debbie had. She had also realised there were no seams, locks or seals, and it wasn’t coming off any time soon. She had also realised all her beautiful hair was gone…

Shan walked into the room, and started teaching Debbie the Doll about her new life…