Latex Bitch Wife

They still hadn't spoken about his wife. His room was right next to Mr. Chen's. He watched Mr. Chen carry the motionless box into the room, and waited in a daze at the doorway for a long while before entering. The conference didn't start until tomorrow. He lay flat on the hotel bed, imagining what his wife was experiencing in the room next door. He didn't know how many times she had gone through this on her journey, but he hadn't even seen her face from beginning to end. He didn't know what she was wearing now, or in what position she was locked inside the box. These thoughts, constantly surfacing, were driving him to the brink of madness. He tossed and turned on the bed, and whether it was the sleeping pills or not, he drifted off into a hazy sleep. "Knock, knock, knock." He was woken by the sound of knocking. The moment he opened his eyes, he realized it was already dark outside. He put on his shoes and went to open the door. Standing at the door was a strange cleaning lady. Under his bewildered gaze, she handed him a black plastic bag: "The gentleman in the next room asked me to give this to you." "Thank you." He closed the door with a guilty conscience, but then, with unbearable impatience, returned to the bed and took off his pants. A peculiar scent emanated from the black plastic bag. He nervously took out the contents. It was a pair of used black stockings, the same ones his wife had worn before leaving last night. Her perfume still lingered on them, but now there were some dried stains on these stockings, and the perfume was mixed with sweat and a faint other scent. He almost immediately pulled the soft stockings onto himself. At that moment, his phone on the nightstand vibrated. His wife had sent a message. Below it was a photo, the background of which was the hotel room. His wife was still not in the picture, only the silver suitcase by the bed. Next to the suitcase was a right leg, bare-legged, entering the frame. The perspective seemed to be showing off a trophy. This time, the zipper on the upper half of the suitcase had been pulled open, but it was pitch black inside. He couldn't see what his wife looked like in the box, but he could see two distinct red indentations. In the rear indentation, a vibrator had been inserted to its deepest point. The front indentation was filled with white liquid, overflowing from within. His desire was more intense than ever before. Even though his wife was always by his side, he could never see her clearly. Because she had become an object, her entire body filled with toys, helplessly waiting to be used. The intense stimulation pushed him to his peak, and he ejaculated all his hot fluid into his wife's used stockings. All his vexation vanished at that moment. He quickened his pace, eager to drag the suitcase into the room, and opened it with a mixture of excitement and clumsiness, desperate to see his wife inside. But the next moment, a profound sense of disappointment washed over him again. The suitcase held no wife, but was instead filled with a collection of unsightly items. An eye mask, a gag ball stained with saliva, leather collars and handcuffs, and a dead electric toy... He could almost instantly imagine these toys having been used on his wife. And on the corsets and skirts she had worn, there were numerous signs of use, a pungent odor permeating the air, silently recounting his wife's previous ordeal. His phone rang again. Mr. Chen sent a video link, to a website he had never seen before. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as much as possible, but his fingers trembled as he clicked on the link Mr. Chen had sent. This time, he finally understood what had happened in that conference room. The video was from a client's conference room, featuring Mr. Chen and three other unfamiliar men. As the video began, the silver suitcase was placed on the conference room table. Mr. Chen slowly unzipped it, revealing its contents to the men. Locked inside the suitcase was a female body clad in a sexy rubber suit. Black rubber encased her every inch of skin, and even her face was covered by a fully enclosed hood. Through the video, he saw the rubber woman's limbs folded and secured with specialized restraints, and her face adorned with a dog-like muzzle. Straps firmly held the rubber woman in place within the suitcase, rendering her immobile. As the suitcase was opened, those two electric toys were still entering and exiting her body. "This is their Manager Yang, she will personally demonstrate the company's products for everyone." Mr. Chen unfastened the straps, pulling on the leash attached to the collar, and dragged the rubber woman out of the suitcase like a dog, forcing her to crawl onto the table on all fours. Seeing this, the men in the conference room broke into lecherous smiles. Under the guise of understanding the product, they began to grope the rubber woman's body. Seductive moans emanated from beneath the dog muzzle. After a while, someone suggested they wanted to experience the product further. The dog muzzle was then removed from the rubber woman's face. Only then did he see that connected to the inside of the muzzle was a large black rubber dildo, long enough to reach the deepest part of the woman's throat. No wonder she hadn't been able to make any distinct sounds all this time. Along with the dildo, a red ribbed sleeve was pulled out, but the sleeve quickly returned to the rubber woman's mouth, as the clients were already impatiently pulling down their pants. They stripped off their trousers, exposing themselves, and thrust themselves into the rubber woman's mouth, reinserting the ribbed sleeve. The person behind her also removed the electric toys from the rubber woman's body and forcefully penetrated her. "Oh oh oh oh oh." This was the only sound the rubber woman could emit at that moment. The video lasted nearly two hours. Each man had ejaculated into the rubber woman two or three times. As the video neared its end, the rubber woman lay limp on the floor. The leash from her collar was still tied to the conference room doorknob. The three orifices were already filled, and viscous white fluid overflowed, dripping onto her face, her lower abdomen, and her inner thighs. Beneath the hood, only faint breaths remained, accompanied by occasional weak moans. "The Debauched Wife's Rubber Doll Dog." He clicked on the video uploader's profile, finding more videos posted. The thumbnails were still of the same woman's body sealed in rubber. However, when he clicked, he discovered the subsequent videos required payment. The second video was titled: "Wife's Rubber Doll Dog Feeding Play." With a complex mix of emotions, he topped up his account and paid. As the video began to play, the rubber-clad female body was still fixed in place by specialized restraints. The background had changed to a luxuriously decorated bedroom. This time, the dog head mask was removed from her face. The cameraman sat on the bed, looking down at the rubber doll dog sprawled on the carpet. As the video started, his foot slowly pressed down on the back of the rubber doll dog's head, forcing the face, sealed in rubber, towards her food bowl. It was a dog bowl, and inside wasn't food, but a viscous white liquid. "Gurgle—" The rubber doll dog was forced to bury her face in the sticky fluid. She quickly let out a dying whimper from suffocation. This scene ignited the viewers' desire. Above the video, vulgar comments like "Play her to death" and "This bitch is too debauched" continuously scrolled by. Just as the doll dog was about to pass out, the cameraman removed his foot. The rubber doll dog collapsed on the floor, her chest heaving. "Did you understand?" The voice of the obese man came from the video: "If you're not dead yet, crawl over and give him head. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping in the liquid tonight." The panting rubber doll dog trembled all over. She hesitated for a moment, then with difficulty, supported her body with her short limbs and slowly crawled to the bedside. Resigned, she knelt and positioned the groove at the mouth of the headgear towards the man's thick, exposed member. The man roughly pressed down on the back of her head, thrusting deep into her throat. This "feeding play" lasted for several minutes. Finally, the man in the video shuddered and ejaculated, filling the doll dog's mouth with his fluid. As he withdrew, a faint cry was heard again from beneath the headgear. However, the doll dog's cries didn't last long. The dog head mask with its thick rubber pillar was soon put back on her face. Then, the man, pulling the rope attached to the doll dog's collar, locked her into her new home—an iron dog cage. The rope of her collar was tied to the dog cage. The space inside was so narrow that she could only curl up her body. The man activated the electric toys on her front and rear. A moan of "Ugh oh oh oh" immediately came from under the dog head mask. He suddenly noticed that the video had been uploaded just a few minutes ago. He understood his wife's current state. She was imprisoned in a stranger's home as a rubber "bitch," used as a tool. Then she was locked in a cage and brought to climax again and again by electric toys. Perhaps soon, she would be completely broken. He should go save her, no matter the cost. In fact, it wouldn't be difficult to find out the man's identity. But this thought only existed in his mind for a few seconds before being drowned out by a stronger desire. As if possessed, he opened the "Feeding Play" video again. This time, he took out his wife's used black stockings from his briefcase and covered his already extremely aroused member with it. As the man in the video pressed down on the rubber doll dog's head and his body shuddered, he too ejaculated into the stockings. Six. He kept silent about it, and his life changed drastically because of it. During the day, he continued to work at the company as if nothing had happened. However, as soon as night fell, he would take out his wife's used stockings, put them on, and then, like an addict, click on that website. His wife appeared in the videos, but he could no longer see her face. She always wore a full-face headgear in the videos, and most of the time, the dog head mask as well. He had to pay to watch the videos to know her current situation and understand... her transformation. From the third day onwards, the rubber "doll dog" in the videos gave up all thoughts of resistance. Under the man's "training," she gradually transformed into an extremely obedient rubber "bitch." By the fourth day, she would even affectionately rub her slightly protruding nose against her owner's thigh after he had vented on her. She also got used to living in the dog cage and would proactively crawl into it to lie down after being used as a tool. On the seventh day, the man began to walk her around the villa complex, holding the rope of her collar. One evening, she was tied up at the entrance of a club. When the video found her the next day, she was sprawled on the ground, her black rubber suit almost stained white, covered in the marks of use. His mindset also underwent imperceptible changes. Watching the rubber "bitch" in the videos, he often forgot her identity and, like the viewers constantly scrolling through the comments, treated her as a real rubber "bitch." Only when he climaxed repeatedly with his wife's stockings and looked at the empty bed in the bedroom would he remember that the rubber "doll dog" being treated in various extreme ways and locked in a cage in that video was his wife. He once thought his wife would never return. A chilling dread seized his heart at Emily's words. What followed swiftly confirmed his ominous premonition. He dragged his wife, inch by agonizing inch, from the hard, cold solidified substance. First her shoulders, then her torso... As the part of his wife's body below her neck emerged, his breath hitched— Her arms were gone. At her shoulders were two disturbingly smooth, severed ends, sealed shut by some pitch-black, seemingly sentient latex. This brutal treatment had almost entirely stripped her of any possibility of independent action. He continued to pull, and as his wife's complete form finally broke free from the narrow, barrel-like container, an even more horrifying truth struck him, explaining how she could have been confined within this cage less than a meter high. Her legs had been removed. Her lower body, also ending in smooth, severed planes, was completely and seamlessly encased from head to toe in that opaque black latex. There was no zipper, no buttons, no trace of any opening or closure—from her head to the end of her missing limbs, this shell was an absolutely sealed unit, isolating her entirely from the outside world. She had lost all control over her own body, like a meticulously preserved artifact, to be moved and manipulated at will. He couldn't fathom how she had been "donned" into this latex suit. Perhaps, from the very beginning, the designers had intended to leave her no room for regret, nor any possibility of escape. She was trapped within, molded into a form incapable of resistance, until... The thought that his wife had existed in this state of absolute confinement for the past three months, facing unimaginable things every day, made his heart plummet. Had she, by now... Emily's words were like icy needles, piercing his lingering hope. "When Madam entered this suit, they used special tools to permanently seal the only temporary opening. Unless the club's custom cutting tools are used, this suit is absolutely impossible to remove from the outside or the inside." She paused, then suddenly covered her mouth, letting out a soft, yet spine-chilling giggle. "However, in Madam's current 'complete form,' even if the opening were still there, she herself... couldn't do anything, could she?" She seemed to savor every flicker of pain on his face before slowly adding, "You don't need to despair too much. Once the 'treatment' is all finished, they will 'return' Madam's limbs to her." "Return them?" he asked incredulously, his voice dry. "Of course," Emily's smile held a fathomless ambiguity and malice. "But, if by then... Madam herself no longer wishes to change back? The club always respects the members' deepest 'wishes.' They would be more than happy to let her remain like this forever—a truly, completely dependent, incapable of resistance, beautiful treasure." "I'm taking her with me," he interrupted, each word squeezed through his teeth, carrying an undeniable resolve, yet unable to suppress the trembling fear beneath. "Now." "That won't do," Emily's voice was soft but carried an unyielding force. "According to the established procedure, Madam still has a series of in-depth 'treatments' to experience. You haven't seen her for three months, aren't you... curious about what 'changes' she's undergone?" On the screen, the black form seemed to regain some strength. She couldn't stand, couldn't crawl, only wriggle slowly and with great difficulty like a grotesque fleshy worm on the cold, dirty floor of the public restroom. Every inch of movement relied on the slight undulations of her torso, appearing clumsy and desperate. What followed struck him like lightning, freezing him in place. The Madam, completely sealed in latex, seemed to sense the "trainer's" presence and began to inch, in that pathetic manner, towards the man's feet. Deprived of sight and limbs, she could only explore forward with the slight bulge of her nose beneath the mask, a futile effort. When her "face" finally touched the trainer's leather shoe, she stopped. Then, she made a movement that almost froze his blood. Teacher Lin, however, seemed relaxed, and said to me in a tone of good news: "Things are progressing very smoothly, and the wife's performance has greatly satisfied the buyer." "The buyer?" "I apologize, but due to a non-disclosure agreement, I cannot reveal too much until everything is finalized. However, if the wife is willing, she can tell you the specific details of the transaction herself—after all, I am merely an intermediary." I immediately pressed: "Where is she now?" "Oh, I almost forgot to mention," Teacher Lin smiled slightly, "the wife's current state... makes it inconvenient for her to sit on a chair." As Teacher Lin spoke, he bent down and gently helped up the figure curled at his feet, in a posture like a bitch. By the time the wife was settled into the chair, I could barely recognize her. She wore the black leather hood I had seen in photos, and a black gag stretched and filled her mouth completely. Latex gloves and stockings encased her limbs, and her body was folded and restrained, the tight latex straps digging deeply into her skin. The rope patterns outlined by the straps could not conceal her body's intimate parts, but instead made her breasts and cunt more clearly exposed to my sight. Her full breasts were pierced with rings, adorned with two small crystal ornaments that swayed incessantly with her subtle tremors, refracting cold and fragmented light. Two electric dildos, identical to those in the photos, were incessantly violating her cunt and anus. She trembled on the chair, unable to make any sound with her mouth blocked by the black plug. Teacher Lin removed the black plug. Only then did I see that the other end of the plug was connected to a thick and long black latex penis, its length appearing sufficient to penetrate deep into her throat. The moment the plug was withdrawn, the body confined by the leather hood immediately began to greedily and rapidly swallow air. "Wife, your husband wishes to know more details about the transaction. Can you tell him?" All I received in response were broken moans of "Haa... woo..." The built-in oral ring filled her mouth, making it impossible for her to utter complete sentences. Teacher Lin said apologetically, "I'm afraid the key is with the buyer, and I can't help the wife remove the hood." As he spoke, he shifted the wife's body to the left, showing me that the hood was securely fastened to her fetish outfit with a buckle. Teacher Lin brought the resin-filled tool close to her ear. My wife and I had seen this tool on the club's website before – it was used to permanently seal a female slave's hearing. At the time, my wife had joked that if her hearing was taken away, wouldn't she truly be no different from an object? At this moment, my hands were cuffed behind my back, and I could only watch as the resin was slowly injected into my wife's ear canal until it was completely filled. Then came the other ear. The entire process took several minutes. Through the glass, I saw her struggles gradually weaken, until she finally resigned herself to being pressed against the window by Teacher Lin. After both ears were sealed with resin, a few tears streamed from those hollow eye sockets. But soon, the tears were contained within by the black latex hood that was about to be pulled over. Her beautiful face was consumed inch by inch by the latex, eventually becoming a black oval with only a slight bulge at the nose. Thanks to long-term gag training, the soft mouth cover was easily pushed to the deepest part by Teacher Lin. The final step was to seal the seam between the hood and the bodysuit completely with glue. Teacher Lin meticulously applied the adhesive, firmly bonding the interface without leaving any gaps. It was then that I noticed there was no zipper on the back of my wife's bodysuit – this meant that once the hood and collar were sealed, she would never be able to remove the suit. My heart pounded violently against my chest. As I couldn't help but get up and press against the glass window, the hood and bodysuit had already completely merged. Immediately after, a red collar was placed around her neck. At this moment, my wife disappeared. Before my eyes, only a human silhouette remained, its features erased, forever imprisoned in the bodysuit. Teacher Lin gently tugged on the rope of the collar, and the bell on the collar let out a crisp jingle, as if to greet its owner. Teacher Lin pressed on the shoulder of the latex fleshlight, making her squat down little by little, towards his crotch, until she was completely obscured by the counter on the other side of the isolation window. Soon, the sound of a penis rubbing against a soft latex sheath, and muffled moans, could be heard from the other side. "Madam's training is all complete," Teacher Lin explained calmly. "She can now, before your eyes, completely become a satisfactory collection, single-mindedly performing oral sex for others." I couldn't see the scene on the other side of the counter, only hearing the friction between the penis and the latex sheath, and watching Teacher Lin's expression of enjoyment. As his body convulsed a few times, the sound of the penis rubbing against the sheath finally stopped. He bent down and busied himself in a place I couldn't see. I never saw my wife again. When Teacher Lin left, he dragged a locked suitcase – the suitcase trembled slightly. Back in the room, Elucia brought some more items: a leather hood with an opening for the mouth, and a gag that reached deep into the throat. Even through the evidence bag, I could smell the foreign scent mixed with saliva. V Since then, I have never received any news about my wife. Perhaps she has become a collection, belonging to some rich person's hoard. Every night, lying in bed, the moment her hood and bodysuit were completely sealed flashes before my eyes. Almost every night, I dream of Teacher Lin leading that stumbling, dehumanized body out of the visitation room. Extreme restraint, complete objectification, and the erasure of personality. For a long time, this had been a forbidden fantasy that my wife and I had jointly pursued, buried deep in our hearts. And when it truly came to pass, it brought an unprecedented shock – even with my genitals locked and restrained, in that moment, I couldn't help but release.