Sharon was just leaving one of her ‘regulars’ at the block of flats where she worked as a carer. She was working a little ‘under the radar’; her official duty rota wasn’t bringing her in enough to live on, so she found a few extra clients at the blocks she visited who paid her in cash. According to her agency, she was on a break…
As such, she stopped when she saw a woman struggling with heavy bags of shopping and offered to help. Partly because that was the sort of person she was, and partly because a bit more income wouldn’t harm at all…
She helped the woman into her flat, chatting with her. The woman offered her a cup of tea, which she accepted. She was unconscious before she had finished it…
Michelle chuckled quietly.
“I thought that was what you were up to”, she said, “trying to earn a bit more on the side. Because of that, your agency has no idea where you are…”
It wasn’t even Michelle’s flat; she’d ‘rented’ it from the elderly owner for the day, by giving her an all expenses paid holiday on the coast. There was nothing there to lead back to her; the woman wouldn’t even remember her, and the shell company that had paid for the holiday was a dead end. Still, no point hanging about…
She carried Sharon through to the bedroom and quickly undressed her. She unpacked the latex version of her carers uniform that she had had specially made, with inbuilt mittens, and dressed her in it, locking it on so she couldn’t remove it. There was even a name tag; ‘Slave 01’. She next fitted a mask that looked perfectly normal but had an inbuilt penis gag, then dressed the unconscious Sharon with a hijab that fastened with a magnetic clip under her chin which also locked. She then strapped Sharon to her in such a way that it looked like she was helping her, then left the flat, heading down the back stairs into the car park. Sharon was still unconscious as she was strapped into the passenger seat. Smiling, Michelle left the flats with her new ‘toy’…
It was dark when they got back to Michelles house, a converted Farmhouse way out in the country. Sharon was just starting to awaken…
“Come on, dear”, Michelle said, nudging her. “Wake up, you need to earn your keep.”
“Mmmh…?”, groaned Sharon. She reached up to rub her eyes, then stared in horror at her plastic mittened hands…
She spent the next few minutes frantically trying to pull of her mask, but her mittens kept sliding off as she couldn’t grip anything wearing them. She also got more and more frantic…
Michelle slapped her.
“Slave! Behave yourself! I’ll undo your hands when you need them for work. Right now, you don’t. I’m going to show you where everything is, and I’m only going to do this once, so listen carefully. Any mistakes and you will be punished.”
“Mmmhh!”, wailed Sharon, still tugging at the gag.
Michelle slapped her again, hard.
“I said, pay attention!”
Sharon frantically shook her head and tried to pull away from her.
Michelle had had enough. She got out, then yanked Sharon out of the car. She fastened a leash onto the collar that she had locked round Sharon’s neck, then dragged her into the house and down the stairs to the basement.
Sharon’s eyes widened as she saw the cage. She screamed into her gag…
“Get in there!”, cried Michelle, throwing her into the cage.
Sharon immediately tried to get back out again, but Michelle slammed the door shut and locked it. She turned and went back up the stairs, leaving Sharon frantically shaking the cage door…
Michelle left Sharon in her cage all night. She just had a normal night in, supper then TV until bed.
Next morning she was having her breakfast when she realised she had left Sharon in her cage all night. She immediately went down to the basement to see how she was…
She wrinkled her nose. Sharon had wet herself in fear during the night, rather heavily. She was asleep from exhaustion in a puddle…
Michelle carefully leaned into the cage and gave Sharon an injection of the drug she’d used in her tea. She then unlocked the cage, fished out the unconscious woman and carted her upstairs.
“I should have fitted you with a nappy”, she said. “Careless of me.”
She cleaned Sharon in the bathroom, dried her off and powdered her, like a baby, then fitted her with a nappy and dressed her in a fresh version of her latex uniform. She then took her through to the kitchen.
Sitting in the corner of the kitchen was what looked like a freezer with a sloped front and a window in it. It was actually Sharon’s new ‘storage unit’ where she could sleep and be trained, as well as getting food and drink.
Michelle opened it, then strapped Sharon into it. The headphones went on her head; the glasses went on like normal ones; the top tube went in her mouth, and the bottom tube was tucked under her nappy and fitted appropriately. She also connected a plug to the collar round her neck, to monitor her ‘life signs’.
She then shut the door. When the ‘pod’ detected that Sharon was waking up, it started her programming…
Sharon’s eyes weakly opened, and she stared out of the window in the pod. She was still trying to figure out where she was as the programming rig started up. Lights started flashing in the glasses, and noises, sounds and voices played at maximum volume through the headphones.
Sharon just screamed and screamed. She wailed and sobbed; frantically trying to see past the flashing lights to see whether there was someone outside she could cry for help to. Gradually, however, she just dissolved into a screaming wreck…
Once the pod had broken her down completely, it started building her back up again, as Michelle had set. It took a week all told; the pod’s programming panel went dark as the cycle completed.
Michelle opened the door. Sharon just gazed out expressionlessly.
“Slave 01, activate”, Michelle said.
Sharon’s eyes opened, and she nodded, once.
Michelle removed all the tubes and the programming rig, then unstrapped her.
Sharon, now Slave 01, just threw her arms around Michelle and kissed her. She loved her mistress now, totally. She would do anything for her. Absolutely anything, right up to and including dying for her…
Time to test the programming, Michelle thought.
“Slave 01, get my supper”, she said. Something easy to start with…
Sharon headed to the kitchen and cooked Michelle a nice meal. She then knelt by her as she ate it, getting any sauces and other items as needed for her, including a glass of wine.
“Now, seeing as you have had plenty of time in your pod, do you fancy sleeping with me tonight instead?”, Michelle asked. Sharon nodded eagerly…
In Michelles bedroom, she undressed Sharon. Sharon then stood there, naked, waiting, as Michelle undressed. She then motioned to Sharon to get into bed. Sharon shook her head, motioning that she was still naked.
“Oh yes; you’ve been programmed with a permanent latex fetish. You literally can’t do anything unless you are wearing latex.”
She got out a semi-transparent natural colour latex nightdress and put it on Sharon. As soon as Sharon was dressed, she hopped into bed, smiling.
Michelle got in with her.
“Come on then! Warm your latex up! It’s cold…!”, she said.
Sharon obediently started rubbing up and down against her…
Sex with her new slave was incredible. Sharon was making it her life’s work to pleasure Michelle (as her programming said she now should) and she was working hard at it. Michelle literally was moaning and gasping within minutes…
She had a real problem getting up the next morning, too. Sharon kept pulling her back into bed, and she was enjoying herself too much to resist her…
It was past 11am when they both finally surfaced. Michelle gave Sharon an order to run her a bath, and Sharon immediately dressed herself in her uniform, locked herself into it then went to run the bath.
She climbed into her bath a few minutes later, then was surprised as Sharon started washing her.
“This wasn’t in your programming…?”
Sharon just leaned down and kissed her, then carried on washing her with her gloved hands. Michelle had changed her mittens to ones that allowed her to grab things, once she had been programmed; she wanted to get the best use out of her slave.
Sharon’s hand then went between her legs…
God, it was like a strap-on entering her. What the fuck…?
She went to get out of the bath. Sharon gently pushed her back down again, and waggled a finger at her, as if to say she hadn’t finished…
Michelle bit her lip. Damn, she was good! Michelle actually came in the bath…
Once she had done, Sharon finished cleaning her up, then helped her out. She then spent the next few minutes drying her.
Directing Sharon to forget breakfast and get lunch, Michelle went back to the bedroom to get dressed.
Sharon made lunch and was setting the table when she flinched, then sagged to her knees, staring at her uniform. She still couldn’t speak; the programming was too strong to let her, but she was in shock from what she was wearing. She was someone’s damn slave! She had to get away!
She was still on her knees, sobbing, when Michelle came into the room.
“Hey! What’s wrong, little one?”, she asked, going to hug Sharon.
Sharon looked at her, tears in her eyes. Her mouth opened and shut, but nothing came out. She was pulling at her uniform, trying to remove it…
“Oh, I see”, said Michelle.
She picked up Sharon and cuddled her. Sharon was still too weak to stop her as she put her back into her pod in the kitchen…
“It’s my fault for keeping you out of it, last night”, she said. “I’m sorry…”
Sharon needed to be ‘reprogrammed’ regularly, otherwise her original personality started showing through.
She was in her pod one evening, though, and she suddenly noticed that the window had gone opaque. What was going on?
Still flinching from being programmed, Sharon was trying to keep her own mind intact. AS such, she tried to notice when things were different around her. The window going opaque was one of these things…
Michelle had done it because she had a guest. Her daughter, Lavinia, was down from her office job in the city and had dropped in to see her.
They’d spent a fun evening together; they’d then fancied a drink. Lavinia, helpful as always, had got up to make it…
“What’s this, mum?”, she’d called from the kitchen.
Michelle had gone out to see what she was looking at. She was staring at Sharon’s pod…
“Oh, just something I’m storing for work”, Michelle said. “I hadn’t got anywhere else to put it.”
“What is it? It looks like a weird-shaped fridge.”
“No idea. I’m just looking after it for them.”
At that moment, because of a fault in the system, the window in the pod went clear…
Lavinia looked in. She shrieked.
“My god! There’s a woman in there! Mum! Look!”
“She’s struggling!”, Lavinia continued. “We have to get her out! How do we open this thing?”
Lavinia started clawing at the pod. By sheer chance, her hand rested on the release…
The pod slid open. Lavinia quickly unstrapped Sharon and disconnected all the hoses from her. Sharon, following her programming, wrapped herself around Lavinia and kissed her.
“Get off me!”, she shrieked, pushing her away. “What’s wrong with you?”
Puzzled and hurt, Sharon tried to cuddle her again. She couldn’t work out what she’d done wrong…
Michelle was just watching, fascinated, from the doorway. She could see, however, that Sharon was getting really distressed, so she stepped in and cuddled her.
“Who said you could play with my toys?”, she said to Lavinia. Her mouth just dropped open in amazement…
“Seeing as you’re so fascinated with all this, how about you try it out?”, she said, a wicked smile appearing on her face…
Before Lavinia knew what was happening, she’d been pushed into the pod and strapped in. She struggled to get free, gurgling as Michelle inserted the hoses. She then put the programming rig on Lavinia’s head and shut the door…
Lavinia just screamed and screamed…
Once again, the process took about a week, the first time. Lavinia wasn’t being programmed as a slave/maid, however. She was being programmed as a pet…
As soon as she was released from the pod, she stripped off and stood naked in front of Michelle, letting both her and Sharon inspect her, all over.
She was then dressed in a transparent blue hooded latex catsuit, with a matching corset. Her hands and feet were left bare. Michelle then let her and Sharon get ‘acquainted’. Every now and again, Lavinia’s hands would move to her corset, and she’d try to undo a buckle. They were, however, firmly locked…
A few days after Lavinia’s ‘conversion’, Michelle received a phone call that she had been expecting.
“Is Lavinia still with you?”, her husband, Mark, asked. “I was expecting her back yesterday.”
“Yes, she’s staying here for a while”, replied Michelle. “She said she wanted a break from you.”
“What!?”
“It’s true!”, Lavinia piped up. “I’m fed up with being controlled by you! You never let me be how I really want to be!”
Michelle’s mouth dropped open. Where had that come from? That wasn’t what the pod had been set for!
Lavinia slinked over and wrapped herself around Michelle.
“I needed a break”, she said, “to live how I wanted to, not how you thought I should. She’s letting me express myself.”
To Michelle’s amazement, Lavinia then hung up the call.
“The stupid sod doesn’t understand me at all”, she said. “You, on the other hand, always have, mum. Two points he never got about me; Our marriage is one of convenience, as I much prefer girls, and I also prefer dressing like this. I always have done, mum; your kit just freed me to express myself again…”
Lavinia then hugged Michelle.
“Thanks mum, for everything. Also, you have the most wonderful toys…!” She looked meaningfully at Sharon…
All the pod had done this time, was remove Lavinia’s inhibitions that had been forced on her by her husband. Essentially, it had freed her. For Sharon, however, it was way too late. The programming was now permanently embedded in her. Her speech centre was completely paralysed; she’d never talk again, but she could still understand enough English to follow instructions. She also had practically no free will of her own anymore, just enough to make sure she didn’t do anything life threatening unless she was ordered to. She loved both Michelle and Lavinia; mistresses wish, of course, came first; she could sleep with Lavinia whenever she wanted to, now that she needed no further programming. The pod was used for her as a punishment, now.
The problem was Mark wouldn’t let it lie. He turned up on Michelle’s doorstep that same day…
“Where’s my wife!”, he shouted. “I demand to speak to her!”
“Tone it down a bit, and I might let you”, said Michelle, haughtily.
Mark apologised.
“I’m sorry; I’m just so worried about her. This isn’t like her at all…”
“How the hell would you know!”, cried Lavinia, storming in from the other room. “You’ve never bothered with how I feel before.”
Mark just gasped. The sight of a fuming wife, standing in front of him, furious, in a latex catsuit and corset, was a real shock.
“What the hell? You said you’d given all that up!”, he cried, gesturing at her outfit.
“No, YOU said I’d given all this up. I hadn’t! Show’s how much you care!”
“Lavinia, please…”
“No, Mark! Sod off! I want nothing more to do with you!”
Lavinia turned to go back into the other room.
Mark reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Lavinia, please…”, he pleaded again.
Sharon, thinking Mark was attacking Lavinia, came flying out of the kitchen and decked him with a single punch.
“Meet my new girlfriend…”, Lavinia said, with a laugh…
The latex clad pair vanished back into the other room.
As Mark pulled himself upright, Michelle handed him an envelope.
“Here you are. Divorce papers. Sign them and fuck off. You’ve always treated my daughter like shit and I’m not taking it anymore. I’ve given you countless chances and you’ve thrown them all back in my face.”
“You can’t do this!”
“I can and I have. It’s either that, or I tell the police that you’ve been abusing my daughter. I can tie you up with the courts for months, and I assure you they’ll believe me more than you. I happen to own this county.”
Mark still tried to argue the point.
Lavinia suddenly came running back into the room, with Sharon.
“He’s not going to listen to reason, mum. We’ll deal with him; you don’t need to get your hands dirty with my trash…”
Mark was grabbed and dragged into the kitchen. There was the sound of a door opening and slamming…
Lavinia and Sharon had put Mark into the pod. Before he knew what was happening, he was being programmed…
A week later, ‘Marsha’ apologised profusely to Michelle and Lavinia for all the trouble she had caused. She straightened the hem of her charcoal business suit skirt, then headed back home to Mark’s flat to ‘put her affairs in order’. Mark’s old colleagues were shocked about ‘her’ sudden change; she just told them her wife leaving her had made her re-evaluate her choices in life, and she needed to do this to win her back.
She then put her flat up for sale, and headed back down to be with Michelle, Lavinia and Sharon…
Lavinia loved the ‘new, improved’ Marsha. So did Sharon. They also loved sharing her.
Michelle just chuckled. She knew she could have any one of them, any time, just by clicking her fingers.
“I love it when a plan comes together….”