Hi Honey
“Hi honey, I’m home!”, Danny called, as he walked through the door, not really expecting an answer. He looked into the lounge. Sarah was sitting there, motionless, watching TV. He took his coat off and hung it up, then came in and sat next to her, stroking her latex covered head…
Sarah and Danny had been living together for a while when the trouble first started. Danny had been working later and later, always coming up with a good reason. To start with, Sarah had been understanding, realising that they needed the money. So what if the dinner she had been slaving over all afternoon was now cold.
Once or twice, she could have coped with. Now, it was twice or more a week…
There was the little things, to start with. The faint smell of perfume on his clothes. His indifference toward her in bed, claiming he was tired after his ‘long day’. Then she found the ticket stubs in his coat pocket when she was cleaning. Two of them, for the same day and adjacent seats. The lipstick on his collar was the last straw…
She confronted him, angrily. Who was she? Who was the woman at work he was having an affair with? Danny had just slapped her, hard…
She’d woken up in the suit. Unable to do anything for herself. Turned into a posable latex doll…
The penis gag glued into her mouth kept her silent; it was hollow, so she could still be ‘played with’, but completely prevented speech of any sort. The posture collar held her neck in the right position, and the open crotch left her ‘available’ if Danny got bored. Her exposed nipples had clamps fitted to them, with a short golden chain between them, a bell hanging from the middle of it. Every now and then it tinkled faintly, as she tried to move…
It tinkled faintly, now, as Danny stroked her head.
“I love you like this”, he said. “You’re so much more useful. I might even lend you to Sophie to play with. She’s into both boys and girls, and she’s very imaginative as far as sex is concerned. She loves toys, and you are the ultimate toy now…”
A single tear ran down Sarah’s cheek as he stroked her.
“Don’t cry, toy”, Danny said. He had stopped using Sarah’s real name since he had sealed her into the suit. “There’s lots more adventures waiting for you. Just not all of them with me, anymore. You’re going to get loaned out a lot.”
Sarah’s eyes went wide with terror. She was still struggling to move, fight, do anything, as Danny picked her up and carried her to the toilet. He massaged Sarah’s lower body; once she would have found that almost sensual, but now it was only a necessary part of triggering her body to relieve itself. Even her bodily functions only worked on command, now.
Cleaning her, Danny put her back on the sofa, then got himself some supper. He also brought out a tube of paste. Tilting Sarah’s whole body backward, as the posture collar wouldn’t let him move just her neck, he squeezed the tube of paste slowly into her gag. Sarah had tried to go on ‘hunger strike’ as a means of escaping the suit, but her conditioning wouldn’t let her. She just swallowed the paste, gagging a little from the smell. Danny then used a squeezy bottle of water to wash the paste down.
“You’re high maintenance, you know that?”, he said. “Luckily, due to your ‘disability’, you now get Attendance Allowance, and I get Carer’s Allowance. Also, you’ve got a new helper starting Monday, isn’t that sweet? Your suit has been registered as a legitimate medical aid. I’ll just have to lose the nipple clamps and bell. The gag is the suit’s way of keeping your airway open, as is the posture collar, so they are fine as they are.”
Danny then sat on the sofa, eating his supper, as he watched TV with his ‘toy’, his hand resting every now and then between her legs, playing with her. Another tear slowly rolled down her cheek…