[Permanent Restraint Collection] New Chapter: Wife's Stress-Relief Humanoid Dog

"Esteemed customer, a pleasure to meet you. I'm an in-home pleasure product salesperson. I happened to be passing by your residence, saw the door ajar, and decided to come in." So that's how it is. I must have forgotten to lock the door last night. Wait a minute, a pleasure product salesperson? "You can try moving your hands now, see how they feel." "Move my hands? Why... Huh?" My hands were cuffed. A pair of perfectly fitted cuffs encircled my slender wrists, connected by a chain less than 20 centimeters long. I tried to remove them, but they were locked. Clearly, I didn't have the key. "Customer, these handcuffs are the first product I'm introducing to you. The size is perfect for you. Do you find the fit comfortable, and are they pleasant to wear?" "Mmm... They're not uncomfortable, I suppose..." "As this is my first visit, I've only brought the handcuffs for you today. Of course, I have other products as well. I'll be visiting frequently from now on. Here is the invoice for this transaction. Please make the payment." "Hmm, the price isn't too steep. It's acceptable." "Then, for the next couple of days, please get accustomed to life with handcuffs. I'll be taking the key with me. Until next time." "Wait a moment, you're not leaving the key?" "Oh? Don't you know, customer? We always keep the keys. Unlocking is a paid service. This is quite standard, isn't it?" "I see. That's a rather strange rule." "It's alright. It's just because you're not yet familiar with our services. You'll understand as time goes on." Before the salesperson left, she told me her name was Xiaoxue. Wearing handcuffs was a bit more troublesome than usual. Eating, washing, and cleaning the room took some getting used to, but by the end of the weekend, I had mostly adapted. The most inconvenient part was dressing. I couldn't take off my current top, nor could I change into other clothes. I'll need to bring this up with the salesperson next time she visits. One day, when I went out, I expected to attract attention, but that didn't happen. People hurried by, and few noticed my handcuffs. However, a few friends quickly did. "Xiaobai, are you wearing new accessories? Huh, handcuffs?!" My friends listened to my account of the weekend and found it strange but didn't say much. Even strangers who saw them didn't seem to mind. This was thanks to the openness and tolerance of society today. ———— A week later, on a Saturday, the salesperson reappeared. "Have you gotten used to the handcuffs this week?" Xiaoxue smiled as she looked at me, unlocked the cuffs, and allowed me to wash up and change. She mentioned she would try to visit more often to avoid the inconvenience of not being able to change clothes for seven consecutive days. Once I was clean and dressed, Xiaoxue twisted my hands behind my back and locked them with the handcuffs. "The first week with them in front was an adjustment period. From now on, your hands will be cuffed behind your back. Xiaobai customer, please adapt quickly. Also, this week I've brought new equipment. The size is perfect for you." It was a pair of ankle cuffs, made of the same material as the handcuffs, with a slightly longer chain in the middle, about half a meter. Xiaoxue locked them onto my ankles, again taking the key with her. I tried walking; my stride was now limited to less than half a meter. Walking from the living room to the kitchen, which usually took seconds, now took nearly half a minute. "They seem to be working well. I hope Xiaobai customer adapts quickly. Here is the invoice for this week's transaction. Please pay~" Before I could properly flex my wrists, Xiaoxue had me straighten and clasp my hands behind my back, then she put the single-hand restraint on me. "Don't move yet, Xiaobai. This single-hand restraint is designed very strictly. Right now, it's just on you. Next, I need to tighten all the straps one by one." "First, I'll take the strap at the top of the single-hand restraint, wrap it around your shoulders, bring it across your chest, then cross it over and under your breasts, before looping it back behind you. I'll slowly tighten and buckle it, then lock it. This not only secures the single-hand restraint firmly to your body, making it impossible for you to escape, but the straps around your breasts will also serve to support and compress them, making your curves more alluring." "Then, I'll tighten the straps on the single-hand restraint located at your upper arms, elbows, and wrists. I'll buckle and lock them. This way, your arms will be completely useless, with no freedom to move. It's much more effective than handcuffs, and your hands are also [REDACTED] inside the single-hand restraint, meaning your hands will become completely useless from now on. This will present you with many new challenges. You'll have to work hard to adapt, Xiaobai~" "Mmm. I'll try my best..." "There's just one last step. Xiaobai, bring your feet closer together~" Xiaoxue re-locked the ankle cuffs onto my ankles and shortened the chain to just 30 centimeters. Then, she took out another chain, connecting one end to the metal ring at the end of the single-hand restraint and locking the other end to the middle of the ankle chain. After doing all this, she had me experience my new companions. I tried to take a few steps. When I instinctively took a step with my usual 50-centimeter stride, I stumbled and almost fell. And whether it was intentional or not, the connecting chain between the single-hand restraint and the ankle cuffs seemed a bit short. When I walked, the taut chain would pull down on the single-hand restraint, forcing me to arch my back slightly, puff out my chest, and tuck in my stomach, with my hands reaching backward. This was the only way to avoid affecting my gait. Another problem was that this posture made it look like I was deliberately thrusting out my chest, exposing these balloon-like breasts, as if I were flaunting the beauty of my nipples. It was so lewd, but with the restriction of the chains, I seemed to have no way to deal with it. Seeing my initial adaptation, Xiaoxue locked all the keys away and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Alright, that's all the products for this time. And here's the bill for this session. Xiaobai, it's your turn to pay~" The following days saw Xiaobai's novelty with the straitjacket persist for a while. The straitjacket was designed scientifically, maximizing restraint while maintaining comfort, allowing Xiaobai to wear it for extended periods. But trouble was brewing. Initially, Xiaobai only considered the inconvenience of strict restraint as the biggest problem. However, it turned out that the design exposing Xiaobai's breasts and [REDACTED] was the real issue. Every time she went out, regardless of the single-handcuffs, ankle chains, or other restraints, while they attracted public attention, they were overshadowed by the exposure of her sexual parts. Especially under restraint, Xiaobai's gait became more provocative, causing her breasts to bounce up and down, incredibly seductive. The skin around her [REDACTED], pulled by the tightening latex suit, stretched Xiaobai's vaginal opening wide, making her inner walls seem to lead directly outside. Coupled with the stimulating effect of the depilatory cream, even a slight breeze passing through her vagina would cause irritation. Every time Xiaobai went out, within a short while, she would start leaking, and unable to wipe it away, she could only let it flow down her vagina along the latex suit, forming a "trail" on the ground with her unsteady steps. Whether on the smooth mall floor or the dry asphalt road, it was extremely conspicuous. Compared to the exposure of her body, this wet trail appeared even more lewd. Finally, one day, as Xiaobai continued to leave wet trails on her way to work, she was taken away by the police for "obstructing public health." It turned out her behavior had already attracted the attention of the police. They had initially adopted a wait-and-see attitude, not wanting to appear too un-progressive in this open society. However, with the upgrade of Xiaobai's restraint gear, they decided to intervene. The incident happened suddenly, and none of Xiaobai's acquaintances knew what had happened. Later, the locking gag Xiaoxue had added made it impossible for her to speak clearly, and the single-handcuffs prevented her from writing to communicate. The police did not have the keys to unlock the restraints, making interrogation and record-taking impossible, and preventing them from contacting anyone Xiaobai knew. They were at a standstill. The police were very busy and naturally troubled by Xiaobai's significant problem, but Xiaobai wanted to communicate more than they did. The person Xiaobai most wanted to contact was the saleswoman Xiaoxue, to have her explain the situation to the police and get Xiaobai released soon. Life here was truly boring. At first, the police tried to communicate with Xiaobai every day, or attempted to remove her gag or single-handcuffs. But their quality was too good, and after repeated unsuccessful attempts, they had no choice but to decide to release Xiaobai temporarily and attend to their other cases. This release lasted for a month. During this month, Xiaobai was confined to a temporary holding cell at the police station. The holding cell was just a locked cage-like room with a few benches. Every day, besides sleeping and eating the simple food provided, there were no activities. Xiaobai was locked up with others. They were all temporary, and several groups of people came and went. There were all sorts of people. But no matter what kind of person, their greatest interest upon entering was to stare at Xiaobai's body, looking at the restraints, at her exposed body parts, especially the men, and unfortunately, most of them were men. With the gag in her mouth, Xiaobai couldn't feed herself and could only moan and struggle to reach an agreement with them. They would feed Xiaobai food and help her eat, and in return, they could freely admire and touch Xiaobai's breasts and [REDACTED]. Since it didn't involve sexual intercourse, the police turned a blind eye and did not interfere. A month later, Xiaoxue visited Xiaobai's home several times and found her consistently absent. After inquiring extensively, she discovered Xiaobai was being held at the police station and finally came to the station. She explained Xiaobai's situation to the police, paid her bail, and took Xiaobai home. As soon as she returned home and felt the comfort of her home, remembering the grievances of the past month, she couldn't help but sob. Xiaoxue held Xiaobai in her arms and spent a great deal of effort comforting her. After a long time, Xiaobai finally calmed down. Seeing that Xiaobai's emotions had somewhat recovered, Xiaoxue then said, seriously and earnestly: "Xiaobai, I have some more bad news for you. I went to your company to inquire about you before, and I found out that because you've been absent from work for a long time without reason, they have fired you. What are your plans now?" Narrator: Our home renovation team immediately began remodeling Miss Jiajia's room. Since she's experiencing life as a dog, everything must be modified from a canine's perspective. All furniture requiring standing to use was removed. The bed was also taken out, replaced by a sturdy-looking iron cage in the corner. Is this truly just an ordinary cage? Will it have other uses? Scene: The room renovation is complete. The camera switches, and the host appears in the room. The camera pans around the room. Host: As you can see, Miss Jiajia's room has been renovated and looks quite beautiful. And Miss Jiajia's restraint modification is also complete, so let's invite her out~~ Narrator: The room renovation is finished, so what will Miss Jiajia's situation be? Scene: Miss Li Jiajia is led into the room by program staff, crawling, and appears before the camera. In the shot, Miss Li Jiajia is naked, her limbs locked in restraint sleeves that shorten them by half, forcing her to crawl on the floor. The camera focuses on close-ups of the limb restraints, her bare breasts, and her genitals, then presents Miss Li Jiajia's full body from different angles. Narrator: What "Lisa, how has your condition been lately? David is starting university in Devon soon, we'll come to stay with you for a while, have the maids prepare. Love, Aunt Sarah." Upon receiving her aunt's message, Lisa nudged the floor switch with her foot. Shortly after, the door to Lisa's "cell" opened from the outside, and a maid entered. "Mmmph—" Lisa's mouth was gagged, rendering her unable to speak. She gestured with her eyes for the maid to check the message. "Yes, Miss! We'll get everything ready right away." The maid exited the room respectfully, and the cell door closed once more. Lisa lay back down on the floor, gazing at the cell's ceiling light, quietly awaiting dinner. This "cell," which was Lisa's room, was located on the second level of the manor's cellar. The room was not large. The walls, floor, and door were all covered in thick white latex foam, giving it the appearance of a "special ward" in some hospitals at first glance. The floor was soft, and since Lisa spent her time sitting or lying on it, there were no beds or chairs in the room. In fact, aside from a television mounted on the wall for Lisa to receive information from the outside and for entertainment, a switch on the floor to summon a maid, and a bright white light emanating from the ceiling, there was nothing else in the room. In contrast, Lisa's "attire" was considerably more elaborate. The gag in Lisa's mouth was securely fastened by a small lock at the back of her head. Her upper body was clad in a white straitjacket commonly found in hospitals. The sleeves, which had no openings for her hands, wrapped around from the front to the back, where they were secured by straps, fixing her upper body in an embrace. The straitjacket was adorned with numerous small locks, effectively restraining her torso. Her lower body was simpler. Lisa's fair legs were bare, with several white restraint straps binding them together at the ankles, knees, and thighs. The room's floor allowed for going barefoot, so Lisa's feet were bare. Lisa was also not wearing underwear. The V-shaped straps of the straitjacket's hem passed between her legs and connected to a small lock behind her, leaving her private parts perfectly exposed. A urine bag was secured to her thigh with straps, from which a transparent drainage tube extended. The end of the tube was connected to a hollow urethral plug, inserted into Lisa's urethra. The pale yellow liquid was nearly filling the urine bag, causing Lisa to frown slightly, seemingly causing her some discomfort. After a while, the "cell" door opened, and another maid entered, pushing a small cart. "Miss, it's time for dinner," the maid said respectfully, taking out a feeding tube. One end was connected to the upper layer of the cart, and the other end was attached to the port on Lisa's gag. The maid turned on the cart's switch, and a paste-like food slowly flowed into the gag through the feeding tube. Lisa swallowed slowly. Ten minutes later, the maid turned off the switch, ending the meal. "Dinner is finished, so please rest well, Miss." The maid pushed the cart, preparing to leave. "Mmm..." Lisa's eyes kept darting towards her [X]. The maid understood Lisa's intention and appeared troubled. "The urine bag is full, but it's not time for excretion yet. Please endure until bedtime, Miss." A few hours later, at 9 PM, it was time for Lisa to rest. The maid entered the room again, pushing the cart. "Is the urine bag this full? You've had a hard time, Miss. I'll let you excrete now." Sister Ting contacted the express company and was told: the package was lost in transit. Sister Ting contacted Lin Wei again. On the other end of the phone, Lin Wei was busy with something. After a few seconds, she said with a headache, "Forget it, if it's lost, it's lost. There's nothing we can do. I'm really too busy here to bother with his trivial matter. Sister Ting, let's leave it at that for now. I'll leave my boyfriend entirely in your hands. I'll deal with his situation when I have time." Sister Ting hung up the phone and looked at me. I was still wearing a full set of restraints: wrist cuffs, a waist cincher, a chastity cage, a hood, a gag, a collar, and high-heeled boots. All the locks were impossible to open. "You heard that, didn't you?" Sister Ting rubbed her forehead, her tone helpless yet still gentle. "You can't just eat and live here for free forever, right? How about this: during business hours, you'll be the store's mannequin. After closing, you'll still be locked up in the back storage cubicle to rest. What do you think?" What could I say? "Mmmph." I nodded. And so, I became the mannequin for Sister Ting's BDSM shop. Initially, I just stood in a corner of the store, wearing that black latex restraint suit. If it weren't for my slight movements, I would have looked like a black human sculpture. Occasionally, curious customers would walk over and examine me. Sister Ting would smile and introduce, "This is our store's mannequin. You can touch and experience it." The first time a stranger touched me, my whole body trembled. A hand pressed against my waist through the latex suit. The pressure wasn't strong, but the feeling of being unable to dodge or resist made my heart pound a few times. However, I quickly got used to it. After all, I couldn't move anyway, so what was the harm in being touched? A few more weeks passed. Sister Ting was video chatting with Lin Wei when Lin Wei delivered some infuriating news: because I hadn't returned for a long time, the company had fired me for unauthorized absence. "Since that's the case," Lin Wei said, taking it quite philosophically, and instructed Sister Ting, "Just let him stay with you. I'll come to see him when I have time." Sister Ting was a shrewd businesswoman. She quickly discovered that my "live mannequin" display effect far surpassed that of a dummy model, significantly increasing customer dwell time and conversion rates. So, she made a decision—to fix me in the street-facing display window. The display stand was custom-made by Sister Ting. A stainless steel base was fixed to the floor, with a 1.8-meter-high vertical column. A wide stainless steel waist belt on the column locked me to it. A neck ring was connected to the top of the column by a chain, pulling me slightly upwards. Ankle connectors were fixed to the base, lifting my feet off the ground, suspending me in the air. A back restraint loop, pulled downwards to my waist by a chain, connected to a lock at the rear of the base, stretching my arms backward and downward. This restraint made me feel a bit like a butterfly pinned to a display board, with no room to struggle. It became boring after a while. Fortunately, this situation didn't last long. Sister Ting soon began upgrading the restraints on me, one by one. The hood upgrade began the day the display stand was installed. That day, Sister Ting transferred me to the newly customized stainless steel display stand in the window. She first unlocked the clasps of the old hood. Those were some of the few locks that could still be opened, as Sister Ting needed to check my skin condition regularly and had deliberately kept the keys for them. After removing the old hood, she carefully put on the new one. The new hood had a more complex structure, divided into front and back halves, each with independent locks requiring twelve small keys to seal completely. Sister Ting first installed the mouthpiece. The forced mouthpiece was a single piece of hard silicone. Once inserted into the mouth, it perfectly filled the entire oral cavity, forcing the upper and lower jaws apart and pressing the tongue to the bottom, rendering it immobile. There were two holes in the middle of the mouthpiece: one connected to a feeding tube, and the other for breathing. The breathing hole had a metal mesh cover on the outside to prevent blockage. Sister Ting first inserted the feeding tube through the hole, confirming it reached the back of the throat, then connected the nasal tube. The nasal tube was made of soft silicone, inserted about five centimeters into the nasal cavity, with a small breathing regulator at the end. The regulator had a knob that could adjust the airflow. "This regulator can help you maintain a stable breathing rhythm," Sister Ting said as she adjusted the knob. "Normally, it's limited to eight to twelve breaths per minute, so you won't hyperventilate or become hypoxic. Don't worry, I've tested it." After adjusting the breathing regulator, she put in earplugs for me. The earplugs had built-in Bluetooth receivers. After inserting them deep into my ear canals, Sister Ting tested them with a remote control. White noise immediately sounded in my mind, like distant waves or the rustling of leaves in the wind. The volume wasn't high, but it was enough to mask most external sounds. "When interacting with customers, high-frequency noise can be triggered to protect their privacy. You don't need to hear anything anyway," Sister Ting explained. Also to protect customer privacy, the semi-transparent eye mask was replaced with a completely opaque one. Since the eye mask was integrated with the hood and couldn't be removed, Sister Ting painted it with a black latex-friendly coating. Once dry, it became a completely blindfold. I shook my head back and forth to test it. I couldn't feel any light at all, just a vast expanse of blackness. "Alright," Sister Ting clapped her hands. "Try it out now." I tried to breathe. The airflow from the nasal tube was very small. Each breath required more effort than usual, but it was indeed enough to sustain life. The white noise from the earplugs continued to play, making external sounds muffled. The eye mask was pitch black; I couldn't see anything. The mouthpiece upgrade came a week later. That day, Sister Ting came for routine maintenance. She opened the lower half of the hood to check my mouth and then took out a new mouthpiece. The original mouthpiece had an inflatable balloon added to the rear, near the throat. The balloon was connected to an external manual pump via a thin tube. When lifted, large amounts of medicinal liquid flowed from her nose, mouth, and ear canals. It took a while for her chest to heave a "cough" and expel the water. She hung suspended on the water's surface, her pupils dilated, unable to even manage a "mm." Lifted from the tub, not a single hair remained on her body; even the old calluses on the inner thighs and elbow creases had receded. Her skin was a uniform pale pink. The maids wiped her dry with fine silk. Every inch of skin brushed by the silk sent a sharp, tingling sensation, several times more intense than when she had been wiped with silk before. One maid brought a small celadon bottle, poured out a thin line of pungent medicinal oil, and smoothed it down along her collarbone. As the oil slid an inch across her skin, a spicy sensation ignited an inch beneath the surface; as it passed the lower edge of her breasts, her nipples immediately quivered; as it glided over her groin, a tingling spread through her inner thighs. A gust of wind that swept through the room seemed to magnify into a tickle on her skin. From now on, every breeze, every light touch, every time the mechanisms and whip-tongues fell, the sensation beneath her skin would first flicker to life, then layer upon the original dullness. After drying, a new set of restraints was presented. The new hoof covers were a size smaller than the old ones, with a dark, lustrous rubber exterior lined with a lighter, thicker leather. A silver stud was embedded in the sole of each hoof, its head pressing against the sole of her foot. The four new hoof covers were fitted onto the Empress’s limbs in sequence, tightened, and locked. The moment the stud pressed against the sole of her foot, a dull pressure traveled up her calf along the nerves. Her limbs were locked back into a folded position, her lower body, previously upturned, returned to an angle that arched her buttocks high, her cleft gaping wide, facing the narrow groove at the tail of the wooden platform. The new corset was half an inch narrower and half an inch longer than the old one, wrapping from beneath her breasts to the lower edge of her hip bones. The maids wound it around her waist, tightening it inch by inch. With the first pull, the air in her chest could still descend half an inch; with the second pull, the air could only reach her chest; with the third pull, the air was cut off below her collarbone, unable to descend further. Her waist was cinched thinner, making her buttocks appear rounder by a third. The lower edge of the corset dug into the flesh below her hip bones, leaving the cleft and her lower body beneath the new corset starkly exposed. The new neck ring was half an inch higher than the old one. The moment the ring was fastened, her jaw was lifted from the middle of the bone, unable to be lowered even half an inch. Her vision was now fixed diagonally downwards, leaving no room even to turn her head to look at the cage's edge. The new breast clamps were covered in light, thick leather, with double the density of micro-protruding granules on the inner lining. The lower edge of each cup was a tightened band of thick leather, fitted onto the base of her breasts. The maids cupped the breasts with the two cups, tightening the two bands inch by inch, embedding them deeply into the flesh at the base of her breasts, pulling the entire breast away from her torso at its root. Her breasts were constricted and swollen, their skin turning a pale red, hanging in front of her chest like two bulging sacs suspended from her neck. The granules pressed against every inch of her breast skin, while the edges of the cups encircled her nipples. When her chest drew a breath, the entire suspended breast sac trembled, and the ring edges rubbed against her nipples. The wrist and ankle cuffs remained plain silver, but the inner surface of the bands now bore a ring of blunt teeth. The moment they were fastened, the tips of the teeth bit into her flesh by a small fraction. The maids brought out new nose hooks. On a lacquered tray lay two small hooks of dark bronze, their bodies curved like crescent moons, one end rounded, the other a hook. "Your Majesty, these are nose hooks. Since your admission, your nostrils have only been for the passage of thin tubes for ventilation. From now on, all food and air will enter through your nose during your recuperation, and your nostrils must be gradually widened." Maid Su picked up a nose hook, its rounded end inserted from the outer edge of her nostril, hooking onto the inner wall of the Empress's right nostril. As the hook was lifted, the nostril wing was pulled upwards and outwards from the inside, stretching the entire nostril into an upward-facing oval. Then she moved to the left, performing the same action. Both nostril wings were pulled upwards and outwards, shortening her nose tip by half, her nostrils opening upwards and forwards, revealing two lines of pink mucous membrane within her nasal cavity. Two thin chains hanging from the hook's tail were looped around the sides of her cheeks and fastened to small rings on either side of the neck ring, thus securing the nose hooks. Maid Su reinserted the male connector of the nasal tube into the lifted nostril, connecting the air passage. "This size hook, Your Majesty, will be worn for seven days. After seven days, it will be replaced with one half a size larger, increasing in size every ten days, until your nose tip is shaped like a sow's snout." A bronze mirror was passed from the lacquered tray, directly facing the Empress. The face in the mirror was no longer entirely as it had been before her admission. Her nose tip pointed upwards, her nostrils gaping forwards, her flared nostril wings spread wide, revealing two lines of pink within her nasal cavity. The new neck ring held her jaw, preventing her from lowering her head, so her entire face stared blankly at the bronze mirror. Her nose bridge appeared shorter beneath her upturned nose tip. The kneeling figure in the mirror, chest puffed out, buttocks arched, nostrils facing the sky, was now a veritable sow. Behind the mirror, several maids holding the restraints stood at an angle the Empress could not see. One of them pursed her lips, her shoulders giving a slight tremor; another turned her face away, pressing her palm to her mouth to suppress a stifled laugh; the youngest maid, unable to contain herself, let out a faint "poof" sound from her nose, which was immediately suppressed by her companion's elbow. Their suppressed giggles were brief and soft, masked by the silence behind Maid Su. Maid Su lifted a plain silk cloth from the lacquered tray, revealing a new mask. The new mask was a fraction thicker than the old one, still made of dark, lustrous rubber. The sow's facial contours at the front were more pronounced, and the two oval openings for the nostrils aligned perfectly with the holes created by the nose hooks. The rubber padding inside the mouth was deepened by half an inch, even encompassing the flesh of her cheeks outside her lips. There were two grooves on each cheek, running downwards along the cheekbones. The eye slits were a fraction narrower than the old mask; the rubber around the ear holes was duller than the old ear covers. The mask was lowered from her forehead. The rubber padding pressed against her cheeks inch by inch. The moment the grooves on her cheeks adhered to her cheekbones, her entire face was suctioned by the new mask's rubber. The oval openings at her nostrils clicked into place with the nose hooks. The rubber padding inside her mouth pressed against the outer end of the gag, pushing the gag further inwards by half an inch. The silver lock at the back of her neck clicked shut. "Your Majesty, this new mask is to be worn day and night. Every seven days, I will unlock it to clean your body, and then relock it." Thus, the new set of restraints was fully fitted. "Come, let's push out the air, it'll be more snug and comfortable," she murmured softly, her warm palm starting from my heel and pushing upwards inch by inch. I could feel the air being expelled, the latex clinging tighter to my skin, the shape of each toe becoming distinct. She paused at my calves to check, ensuring there were no air bubbles, and continued upwards. The crotch of the bodysuit had an opening, perfectly exposing my chastity cage. She adjusted its position, centering the lock within the opening, the surrounding latex hugging the edges of the cage tightly. "Baby, is your ass hole aligned correctly?" she asked, her fingertip lightly touching the spot. "Mmm, almost, but with you, I'm sure it's perfect, wife," I mumbled, my head bowed. She reached behind me, confirming the hole was aligned before continuing to pull the suit up. The bodysuit stopped at my chest. She picked up the prosthetic breasts from the bed, two black latex forms with a thin cord around their base, the ends connected to a tightening device. "Come on, good husband, lift your chest for me to see," she said, her eyes sparkling with an expectant smile. I propped myself up. She aligned the base of the left prosthetic with my nipple, looped the cord around it, and began to tighten. The cord cinched tighter with each turn, my nipple elongating. It started as a slight tightness, then became a pain, and finally, a sensation that was both painful and numb, indescribable. "Baby, is this okay? Is it too tight?" she asked with concern, yet her hand continued to twist gently. "A... a little more, it's okay," I gritted out, feeling a strange stimulation. She carefully twisted it another turn. I couldn't help but gasp. "Alright, alright, no more, look at you in pain," she said, her voice full of sympathy as she released her hand and gently pressed the prosthetic against my chest, as if afraid of hurting me. The base was coated with adhesive, and once pressed, it stuck fast. I reached up to touch it, feeling only the smooth latex. My nipple was pressed underneath, completely devoid of sensation. She repeated the process on the right side. With both prosthetics in place, she continued to pull the bodysuit upwards. As my hands entered the sleeves, she guided each finger in, ensuring they reached the very tips. The gloves were seamless, all five fingers crammed into one chamber, able to feel each other but unable to move independently. She expelled the air from my arms, finally pulling the bodysuit up to my neck. She zipped up the back and used a small lock to secure the zipper pull. Outside the zipper, there was a row of buckle straps, which she fastened one by one, locking each one. Click, click, click... Six straps, six locks, the sound like a drumbeat. I looked down at myself. Two fake breasts protruded from my chest, the latex cinched my waist into a curve, my crotch exposed my chastity cage, and there was an opening at my rear. My entire body was black and shiny, like a second skin. "Wow, you look amazing! Husband, you are absolutely perfect like this!" my wife exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration and affection. "Come, let's put on the hood." She picked up the all-black latex hood, stretching the opening for me to push my head through. The first sensation was darkness. I could see nothing, only an absolute blackness. Then she adjusted it, and I suddenly realized I could see a little bit from my eyes. The micro-perforations allowed me to see as if through a thick veil. I could make out the rough outline of the bed, things within a meter were blurry, and anything further was a mass of black. "Baby, can you see? Is it too dark?" she asked worriedly, gently adjusting the hood. "It's a bit blurry, but I can see the general shapes," I mumbled. "Mmm, that's enough. If it were too clear, you wouldn't get used to it," she said, carefully inserting the nasal tubes into my nostrils. Two soft tubes, slowly pushed deeper into my nasal cavity, making me feel like sneezing but unable to. There were openings for my mouth and ears, allowing me to eat and hear her speak. The hood was pulled down to my neck, meeting the collar of the bodysuit. She took out a tube of adhesive and applied a thin line along the seam. The adhesive was cool, drying quickly after application, leaving the seam perfectly sealed, undetectable even to the touch. "Good husband, come, lie down, okay? Let's continue," she said, gently placing her hands on my shoulders. I lay face up on the carpet. She folded my right leg, bringing my heel to the back of my thigh, my calf against my thigh, and then secured it with two straps at my ankle and the top of my thigh, locking them tight. The same for my left leg. With both legs bound in a folded position, she picked up a black latex sleeve and pulled it from my knees down to my toes. The sleeve had steel wire ties, which she fastened one by one, locking each buckle. A long strap was left at the toe, which she didn't attend to for the moment. After both legs were covered, my lower body was completely encased. From my knees and elbows down, it was all latex and leather, rendering me immobile.