an exclusive to dolls realm....
After the artist cleaned and prepped the skin, he set the gun to work
drawing the outline of the figure onto her skin. It was her first
tattoo and she already felt the pain getting to her. She wanted a Chinese
character for 'Strength' between her shoulder blades and she didn’t
want to be a wimp about it. The tattoo parlor, which also served as a
piercing salon, was a relatively new one to the strip of bars and low-end
apartments which lined the street.
Jenna and Rei were here because they had gotten drunk at the bar
across the street and, on a dare, Rei had challenged Jenna to get a tattoo.
Jenna had stormed in and after only a few minutes and some yelling with
Rei, she had chosen an almost design off the wall.
Besides regular ink at this place, they used one called ‘Gloss’. It
was applied like regular ink, but left a bright shiny color behind which
would never fade and always keep a high shine. Jenna wanted that ink
because she wanted it to stand out, to rub it in her friend’s face how
cool and tough she was.
Now, she reeled in pain as she lay on her stomach as the outline of
the character was affixed into her skin. The instruction from the tattoo
artist of ‘Hold Still’ wasn’t helping. The funny music from the stereo
in the room wasn’t distracting her enough either.
After 45 minutes of pain, the artist paused long enough to switch
guns. This one would apply the thick black ink to the inside of the
outline. When the pain stopped the second time, she felt the adrenaline
high. The artist applied a large bandage and asked her to come back
tomorrow to remove the bandage and to inspect the work. The two girls
stumbled out and home to sleep it off.
Jenna returned the next day and lay on the same bench. She grimaced
as the bandage was pulled away and inspected for infection. She stood
up and looked at it in a pair of mirrors held up by the artist. The
black ink didn’t act like a typical tattoo ink which lay below the skin.
This ink was much thicker and besides sealing itself below the skin,
there was also quite a bit on top which made the tattoo look a little
like raised paint. It made the symbol clean and beautiful but something
about it made Jenna feel funny. Maybe it was the booze from last night,
but the symbol didn’t look right somehow. Jenna shook it off, smiled
and said thank you. The artist smiled and simply said "You'll come back
when you need something else done."
Jenna smiled and nodded, "I will."
Rei was a college student who Jenna had lived with for only a few
months after finding an ad in the local paper about a roommate wanted for
an apartment. After living with Rei for a while, Jenna had concluded
one thing. Rei always seemed much cooler than Jenna was. She would
disappear at nights sometimes and Jenna was never asked along. Rei was
always a little snobby, but it was just enough to make Jenna think that
maybe Rei _was_ better than her. So when Rei asked Jenna if she wanted
to go for a drink, Jenna had jumped at the opportunity.
Just one night later, they had met at a local coffee shop.
Jenna wore a black tank top, so she could surprise her friend with how cool
her new tattoo was. Rei was surprised at the tattoo alright; after
all, she could read Chinese. "Why did you have the word 'Obedience'
tattooed into you, I thought you wanted the word 'Strength'?" she asked with
a confused look on her face.
Jenna panicked and explained that the word 'Strength' was what she had
asked for. Jenna was shaking with anger and began to cry. Rei hugged
and consoled her, telling her it was still a really nice tattoo and
hardly anyone would ever really know what it meant.
Jenna sat in shock at what had happened, she didn’t know what to do.
“If you’re that upset, you should go confront the artist about what
happened.” Rei said. Jenna thought she was right. She paid and left,
headed to her butcher’s hideout.
Jenna stood in the entrance to the parlor and said she wanted to speak
to the artist who had vandalized her. She was led by the girl at the
desk to the back studio where the artist sat cleaning his tools.
"I'm going to sue you for what you did to me." Jenna said shaking upon
seeing the fat slob.
"No you won't" said the artist.
Jenna felt dizzy but quickly recovered. She was outraged at his
pretentiousness.
"Don't you feel any guilt about what you did?" she yelled.
"Keep your voice down." said the artist.
Jenna felt dizzy once more and grabbed the doorframe to steady
herself. Jenna took a deep breath and spoke again, this time without yelling.
"I'm going to let everyone know what horrible..."
"Stop talking and sit down" the artist said.
Jenna sat down across from the artist without saying another word.
Something was wrong and Jenna wasn’t fully sure what yet.
"You liked what happened to you and you'd do it all over again." said
the artist.
Jenna rolled her neck as another wave of dizziness hit her. As she
recovered she began thinking and had to admit, she had liked the whole
experience about getting the tattoo. She liked the rush and knew she
would want another one. She couldn’t reconcile her feelings with her
reason though. It didn’t make sense, she didn’t even get the tattoo she
wanted. It didn’t bother her that ‘Obedience’ would forever mark her
body. A few minutes ago she had been mad at this man for violating her,
and now she felt confused about what to do.
"Do you want another one?" he asked.
"Yes..." Jenna said surprised at her own admission. The artist stood
up and turned on the stereo in the room and the strange music started
once more.
At that moment, Jenna felt weak and lost conscientious.
Jenna awoke with a start in her bedroom. Her small bedroom was
sparely decorated and her queen-sized bed took up most of the room. She was
sweating from the nightmare she had about getting tattooed by that mad
man again. She looked at the time and realized she was late for work.
She swept the covers aside to reveal she still wore her clothes from
the day before. She couldn’t remember how she got there.
Jenna knew she had to find out later. She stood up, stripped, and
made a dash for the bathroom. Once inside, she looked at her ‘label’ over
her shoulder in the mirror. She didn’t like what it said but she liked
how it looked. It was sexy, regardless of what the symbol meant. She
showered and made a dash back to the bedroom, but when she passed by
Rei’s room, it was empty. Jenna wondered where she was while she dressed
in a suit, and headed to the office.
Jenna worked for a large company as an accountant. It was not a
glamorous life but it paid the bills. It also allowed her to stay a little
on the wild side since she didn't have to do any work at home.
She was only a year out of college and she still loved going out and
partying.
The day progressed like any other. She went in, did work, had lunch,
did work... at 3:00, she fainted.
Jenna felt several people standing over her when she came to.
She felt like she had a fever and was sweating. Everyone in the office
was worried about her and her boss told her to go home for the day.
Jenna agreed that it was probably a good idea.
On the way home, Jenna passed by the tattoo parlor and felt she needed
to stop there. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to go inside. She
exited the car and entered the parlor, once again asking to see the
artist.
"Oh good, you came." he said as she entered, as if expecting her.
"What did you do to me?" Jenna asked.
The artist remained silent and simply gestured to a nearby chair while
he turned on the music once more. Jenna sat down and the artist pulled
out his tattoo gun once more.
"Pull up your sleeves." the artist said.
Jenna complied, "Please don't tattoo me again; what are you going to
do to me now?"
The gun went on and the artist grabbed Jenna's arm. He had quickly
drawn two lines, about an inch apart, around her wrist in pink ‘Gloss’
ink. Jenna squirmed in pain and he firmly held her arm down. He then
picked up another gun and began to fill them in with black ‘Gloss’ ink.
Jenna grunted and whined because she found she could not move her arm
away from him. Once one arm was finished, the artist moved to the other
arm, repeating the same procedure.
Once the artist was done, he grabbed both arms and inspected them.
Two unbroken bands of shiny black encircled her wrists outlined in the
faintest pink line. They were permanent cuffs than Jenna would have
trouble hiding, unlike her current tattoo, and Jenna began to worry and
cry.
Another person entered the room. She was lean and scary looking. She
wore a black tank top and camo pants. Her hair was bluish-purple and
she was pierced everywhere. She more medical gloves and carried a tray.
She set the tray down, and Jenna could see it had a long needle and two
pair of silver rings which were hinged open. One pair was large and
round, and the other was very small D-shaped rings.
The woman sat and looked at Jenna's tear-stained face.
"This will just be a moment." she said with a smile.
The woman took Jenna's arm and pinched the newly inked skin.
She slid the needle through effortlessly and in a quick one-handed
motion, slipped the needle out and one of the small rings in. With a faint
'click' the halves of the ring were pushed together, making it a
seamless ring. The woman then slid a large ring through the small ring and
with a louder 'click', it also was locked in place. The procedure was
repeated on the other arm.
"There we go, a nice set of permanent bondage cuffs for you.
You will not tell anyone where you got these or who did this to you,
otherwise everyone will want a pair. You feel mad about this now, but by
tomorrow morning, you'll get into it."
Jenna shook off the dizziness which affected her once more and the
first shaky words out of Jenna's mouth were 'I understand.'
Jenna was dumbfounded and shocked. She stood up slowly and swept her
sleeves down trying to cover her new cuffs, left the building, and
walked to the car. Once inside, she began to cry. She could not believe
what was happening to her. She cried for 20 minutes before starting the
engine and driving home.
She crashed on the couch and cried some more. She was so confused.
She was being forced to receive all this body modification but deep
down, she loved it. She liked being forced to do it. She wasn’t ‘Strong’
she really was ‘Obedient’. Jenna lay there all evening, unable to
move, sick with herself. The last thing she remembered before sinking into
sleep was the glint of the moonlight off her wrists and the silver
rings which dangled from them.
Jenna awoke the next morning on the couch with the sun on her face.
She sat up and brushed her hair back from her face. The rings on her
wrists jingled and what had been a restful sleep was now rocked back by
reality. She sat with her arms on her legs, looking at her new cuffs
and feeling the rings dangle from them.
"I can't go to work like this..." Jenna said.
Jenna called in sick. She summoned the energy to stand, and strip and
go into the shower. The hot water cascaded down her body and she just
let the water flow over her, trying to wash away all the strange things
that had happened in the last two day. She put her hands on the wall
in front of her and looked at her new decorations. In a strange way,
she thought she liked them. They were terribly and maliciously done
without her consent, but they were sexy. She had never tried bondage
before, but she was permanently into it now...
She imagined that her hands were bound to the wall via the rings
through her skin. That turned her on.
She soaped up and rinsed off. She couldn't believe that 24 hours ago
she had been that angry at the artist for doing this to her. She stood
naked in the mirror looking at her reflection. She felt sexy. Jenna
went to her closet to find something to wear. She wasn't going to work
and so she skipped the suits. She went straight for her club clothes.
The only piece of clothes she owned which matched her cuffs was a pair
of black PVC pants which she pulled on. She pulled out a pink hologram
tank top and pulled that on over her head. She looked in the mirror
and she felt better. The cuffs didn't look out of place anymore.
Jenna decided that she had been wrong about the cuffs and that she
really liked them. She would apologize to the people at the tattoo parlor
and tell them how she really felt.
She pulled on a pair of high-heels and grabbed her keys. She passed
by Rei’s bedroom only to find her roommate still wasn’t there. It
hadn’t been touched in two days now and Jenna hadn’t seen Rei since the
coffee shop. Jenna decided to call her cell phone later and make sure
everything was ok.
In a flash she was in her car and soon she was at the tattoo
parlor. When she entered, the assistant at the door smiled and said, "You
look in a better mood today."
"I am, I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused." Jenna said. "I want
to tell the artist too."
Jenna was led to the back room where the artist sat at his desk
sketching on a piece of paper. The funny music played again in the
background.
"I'm sorry for my outburst about my first tattoo, and I like the
choices you’ve made for me." Jenna hesitated and then confessed, “They...
They make me horny.”
The artist looked up and saw Jenna and smiled. "I knew you would be."
Jenna was confused. "Why?"
"Jenna, I have a confession to make. You’ve been brainwashed. The
music that you hear makes your mind pliable when you’re under stress and
when you were in all the pain from being tattooed, your under a lot of
stress. You never heard me whispering how obedient you would be
because you were in so much pain, but your subconscious mind molded your
psyche to match. Your changes are permanent. Your tattoo cannot be
removed and you cannot resist obeying people now. If you think back over the
last few days, you've done everything anyone has asked of you, without
knowing why. The control over you is so great, you cannot remember
getting that you fainted on command at the time I specified. You even
feel good about those cuffs because Brianna said you would."
Jenna was getting nervous. She finally realized what was happening.
She was trapped.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she said, her lips quivering.
"I have a customer who wants to see you become this... The artist
picked up the pad he had been working on at the desk and held up
a sketch for Jenna to see. She gasped, and backed toward the door.
"No no Jenna, come here and lie down on the bench and we'll get
started. This will take a while. It’s a good thing you stopped by early
this morning. We'll have plenty of time to get quite a bit done."
Jenna obeyed and lay down on bench on her back.
The artist smiled and said "I'm to make this a surprise for you.
Go to sleep." Jenna instantly blacked out once more.
Jenna awoke in the sheets of her bed. She had had a wonderful dream
that was fading quickly that she could not remember now. She smiled and
stretched. She noticed her legs felt stiff. She rubbed her eyes,
hearing the clink from the rings on her wrists, and flipped off the covers.
Jenna looked down and realized she was totally naked. The memories of
the previous day came rushing back as she looked down at her legs.
From the top of her thigh, down to her toes, her legs were shiny black,
covered in shiny black rubber. She reached out and touched them, feeling
the same sensations, as if it was real skin, on her leg, and the alien
feel of rubber on her fingertips. At her ankles the blackness was
broken by a set of cuffs, similar to those on her wrists, edged with pink
and had two rings which pierced the skin and hung down on either side.
At the top of her legs, the black was finished cleanly by a pink
border. A pink line ran up the back from her heels to the top of the
leggings. Between her legs, the hair on her pussy was gone, apparently waxed
away.
Jenna didn't know exactly what to do, and then the phone rang.
She didn't answer and the machine picked up.
"Hello, you have reached voice mail of Jenna and Rei, please leave a
message after the beep."
"Jenna, it’s your boss John, I was calling to seen how you were
feeling because I want you to come in today. We need to finish the numbers
on the project and you know them best. You're probably already on your
way in. Thanks!"
Jenna groaned and swung her legs over the bed. If her boss wanted her
to go in, she better get showering. As she headed to the shower and
heard the rings on her wrists and ankles jingle, she realized she would
need to hide her new adornments. As she lathered and rinsed, she
thought about what to wear. As she dried off her rubbery legs, she thought
about pants and then an idea came to her out of the blue.
She entered the bedroom and opened her closet. She pulled out a tunic
top, which was very trendy right now, and pulled this over her naked
body. She slipped a wide belt around her waist and cinched it closed.
She pulled on a pair of high heeled boots which matched and looked in
the mirror.
Jenna looked like a whore. She was totally naked under the thin top
and her shiny black legs only accented her legs and boots. Her hair was
still damp and was starting to get frizzy and big. She looked trampy,
like she walked right out of 80’s as a prostitute. Jenna couldn't find
anything wrong with this and grabbed her bag to head directly to work.
"You’re fired Jenna!"
Jenna stormed out of the boss’s office and headed for the front door.
She had done exactly what he had asked. She had come in. She started
working. He had called her into his office and told her that what she
was wearing was inappropriate for the workplace. She responded saying
she hadn't seen anything wrong with it. He had said he didn't want to
see anything like that on her at work.
That's when she took off the top.
As she stormed out of the office naked, upset and embarrassed, she got
a few catcalls from some of the males and looks of disgust from the
female employee’s. For some reason, both made her feel good. She wasn't
like them anymore, the tattoo artist had seen to that. She was
different now and she couldn't live amongst these people anymore.
She gave quite a show to passing motorists as she drove to the tattoo
parlor. It was a small miracle she didn't encounter a police officer.
She entered the tattoo parlor wearing nothing but her boots and asked
to speak to the artist.
The artist gestured her to the bench which she lay down upon.
"How was your work today?" he said with a smile.
"I've been fired and I upset my boss.” She said sadly.
"Good. After today you won't fit in there anymore anyway."
"What do you mean?" Jenna asked. "I don't fit in there now. I wish
you would just hurry up and finish with me."
"Jenna, then from now on, you will stay here until I have completed
your new body. You are a work-in-progress and wish to finish your
transformation. While you are here, you will call me, ‘Sir’ and all the
female assistants, as ‘Lady’"
Jenna blinked and felt dizzy once more. She looked at her Artist and
smiled.
"When would you like to continue Sir?"
"Right now... strap that gag there into your mouth and please
hold out your arm." he said. For the first time in several days, Jenna
felt totally happy about what was happening. The Artist turned on the
music while Jenna picked up a large rubber penis gag with a rubber
strap attached. She greedily slid its length into her mouth and strapped
it behind her head. She sat on the bench and held out her arms.
Jenna watched in a mix of fear and arousal as her body fell under the
careful ministrations of the Artist. He started by using a brush and
painting on a clear, sticky glue on her arms above the wrist, all the
way to her shoulder. He then pulled up a black tube of rubber over her
arm and in a slow meticulous process, he tightened and stretched the
rubber over her arm until it was sealed tightly and looked like her own
skin. The extra rubber was folded up and glued down. The Artist then
picked up his tattoo gun loaded with pink, and used it to pierce the
layers in the rubber seam and graft them to Jenna skin. When he was done,
a solid line of rubber ran from her wrist to her shoulder. The process
was repeated on her hand using a tight black rubber glove. The edge of
the glove was tattooed into place, making it look seamless with the
cuff. The process was soon repeated on the other arm and soon she had a
pair of sleek, shiny arms to match her legs.
He instructed her to lay on the bench so he could modify her
‘Obedience’ tattoo. Jenna hesitated. She didn’t want him to do anything to it.
It now defined who she was. She rolled over. She had to obey him,
even if that meant he would change her.
He didn’t change her. Instead he first created a circle border in
pink around her tattoo and then outlined the tattoo itself in pink.
Anything left inside the circle was filled in with black.
The Artist went into a nearby closet and pulled out a pair of black
latex hotpants. These were shiny black with large pink ‘O’s where her
pussy and asshole would be. He lay them on a nearby chair and picked up
the brush and glue once more.
She looked at the hot pink openings and knew that soon, they would be
hers. She would be little more than a sex-doll with those holes. They
were grotesque to her feminist sensibilities, but then again, what she
was becoming was the opposite of empowering. She was submitting to the
whim of this man, whos goal is to transform her from free woman to
female dolly. At the same time, she wondered how her new holes would feel.
Once the glue was applied, Jenna was told to stand legs-apart so that
the Artist could work the dildo's in. He roughly pulled the pants up
and worked them in without any lube. Jenna yelped into her gag each
time the dildo took a wrong turn. Jenna felt like her ass was ripping
open as the entire length was forced inside. She screamed in pain and
cried. Once they were seated in place, Jenna collapsed onto the bench to
recover.
The artist applied a pink border around the legs and waist of the
hotpants using his tattoo gun while he waited for Brianna. She entered and
set up once more with her needles and a mean-looking piercing gun.
Jenna spread her legs for the fearsome looking piercer and Brianna
began to use her fingertip to work Jenna’s real pussy lips into the pink
rubber folds around the dildos. It felt so good and occasionally Jenna
could feel a finger or two move around inside her.
Brianna noticed Jenna’s inquisitive look and informed her, "They’re
hollow." With that, Jenna could feel a pair of fingers wiggling around
inside her, the fingernails clicking against the solid plastic sides.
The pleasure was building and Jenna tipped her head back and was about
to moan.
Brianna's piercing gun sent a metal ring through her pussy lips
and the rubber, and it came out as a scream… then another scream... and
another.... A few minutes later, Jenna's pussy was pierced with 5
metal rings on either side.
Brianna stood up, smiling at her work, "Those dildos aren't going
anywhere." she said. "Let’s do the boots next." she said to the Artist who
left the room.
He returned with a pair of ballet boot with 8 inch heels. Jenna was
ordered to sit so the boots could pulled up onto each foot. Each boot
was entirely smooth, with no laces, zips, or any other entry aid.
Brianna and the Artist applied glue to Jenna’s foot then wasted no time
trying to get the boots on. One person pulled on the boot while the other
pushed from the bottom, forcing Jenna's feet deep into the toe of each
boot. Jenna's toes were pressed down while raising her heels up. The
process was repeated with Jenna's other foot and a pink border applied
to the top edge and soon Jenna’s feet were permanently sealed in. She
would never be able to take a step larger than 8 inches from now on.
Jenna began to cry, "I've been crippled" she thought to herself.
Brianna knelt down and swept the hair back from Jenna’s face. Jenna
and Brianna’s eyes came together and Brianna said, “If you think this is
bad, you better know that when you’re done, you’ll barely be human
anymore.” Jenna stopped crying at the sudden coldness of Brianna tone and
her fate finally sunk in. She would become a work of the Artist and be
sold to a customer. She was nothing more than a commission for him.
Jenna didn’t want to be Jenna anymore. She didn’t want anything about
her old life. She didn’t belong there. She didn’t like the look of
her old tan skin and wished to be totally black rubber. Her rubber body
was artistic. It was a dream of the Artists and she would rather it be
her dream. She wanted to be an obedient rubber dolly.
The Artist came in once more and this time he had a larger item.
It looked like a black rubber top with short sleeves but it was very
stiff, as if it was a piece of medieval armor. He held it up for Jenna
to see and she could see large, rubber cups for her breasts on the
front. Each one had a hole in the tip the size of a silver dollar edged
with a metal ring. He spun it around and there was a large hole in the
back which would expose her ‘Obedience’ tattoo to the world.
She was instructed to put her arms above her head and the Artist and
Brianna applied a layer of glue before they brought the top down firmly
onto her chest. Her breasts were worked into the cups of the top until
her nipples emerged from large holes in the end. The waist and short
sleeves of the top were bordered and sealed in pink like before but
Jenna could barely feel it. Jenna was used to the pain by now.
Jenna was instructed to lean back on the bench once more.
Brianna latched Jenna's arms to hooks on the legs of the chair while
the Artist prepped his gun again.
"This will hurt... a lot..." he said before placing the tip of the gun
to the middle of her nipple. She didn’t believe him. She was a rubber
dolly now and nothing could hurt her.
The needle's tip began a slow spiral which would eventually hit every
square millimeter of skin, turning it from purple flesh to a neon pink
rubber. The nipple shrunk as it responded to the stimulus and the
glossy in did as well and when it set, a smooth pink plastic cap formed
which trapped an aroused nipple inside. Once the entire nipple was
coated, the Artist began to spiral out from the pink to the skin which had
tightened and was now exposed.
But all Jenna could feel was white hot pain.
She couldn't move, her back was arched and she screamed into the gag.
Every muscle in her body was tensed and her mind wouldn't let her
muscles go slack. It was overwhelmed and felt nothing but pain. Her eyes
had slammed shut and refused to open.
The pain stopped, and Jenna's body hit the bench. She was loopy from
the adrenaline and even though the Artist had been working for only a
few minutes, she felt like it had been hours and she needed to sleep.
The process was repeated on the other nipple and once again she
writhed in pain. Before it could stop again Jenna blacked out.
Jenna awoke, still in a daze. Her jaw ached from the gag. Her body
ached from the work that had been done to her. She was hot. She opened
her eyes and tried to stand, but instead found herself chained to the
chair still. She planted her stiletto heel into the floor and with
great effort managed to slide her rubberized body back up into a better
posture.
As she got her bearings, she looked into a dingy mirror which sat
opposite her on the wall. She blinked and couldn't believe the sight
before her.
From the neck down, she was encased in black rubber. No original,
exposed skin was left. Her pussy was held open by the dildos inside her
and the edges of the opening were ringed with pink plastic.
Her nipples had been coated entirely pink, but while she slept they had
been pierced with two very large heavy rings.
The Artist came in, looked refreshed and happy. “It must be morning.”
Jenna thought
"Today is your last day. I promise you it will be short and
relatively painless compared to yesterday. Hold still.”
Jenna didn't move as he unhooked her hands from the chair. She rubbed
her sore wrists while the Artist moved to unhook her gag. The large
cock came free from her mouth and she sputtered and coughed. She closed
her mouth which only made her jaw feel worse.
The artist pulled out a set of electric clippers and began shaving off
Jenna's hair. She didn't cry as her long locks fell to the ground.
She wanted to finish what had been started. The Artist then used a razor
and shaved her head clean, before toweling it off.
"Last piece, and then just a few touches." he said. "You’ll be very
pretty when you’re done."
He went to the backroom and returned with a hood and a pink rubber
item. The hood was black rubber and had stylized facial features drawn on
it. Jenna thought it looked like the face of a sex doll. Despite its
black skin it had pink painted cheeks, black eyes with blue eye shadow,
and large pink lips puckered together as if blowing a kiss.
The Artist turned the mask inside out to reveal a dildo inside the
mask. He place the tip on her lips and without ordering her to, she
impaled herself on the entire shaft. He pulled down the mask tightly over
her head and then spent almost 5 minutes arranging it onto her face.
Jenna's lips and teeth were forced into grooves on the surface of the
dildo. Little short tubes came to rest in her nose. The eyes of the
mask were large tinted lenses which allowed her to see in the relatively
bright room, but would be totally useless in low light. The
Artist pressed a finger between the mask's puckered lips and Jenna
could feel her mouth being forced open, just a little, to accept the
invader.
“I almost forgot” he said opening a nearby drawer and pulling out a
pink and black posture collar. “If you notice, I didn’t glue the mask to
your head because of the specifications of the customer, but I need it
to be held in place. This collar will help.” He wrapped the collar
around her neck and slipped the clasps together. He then used a wrench
to tighten it until it was so snug Jenna couldn’t move her head.
Once that was done he picked up the pink rubber piece and held it up.
It was a molded rubber wig, cut into a short bob, and the Artist place
it on Jenna's head.
The Artist got up and went to his toolbox and when he moved
Jenna could see herself in the mirror. She was a black and pink rubber
dolly. She looked made for sex. She also looked exactly like the
drawing that the artist had revealed to her earlier.
The artist returned with a rag, an unlabeled bottle, and his tattoo
gun. The air hose attached to the tattoo gun was unhooked and connected
to a small valve at the base of Jenna's breasts. Within seconds, her
breasts began filling with air. As the metal rings which lined the
edges of her nipple openings met the rings in her nipples, the force of her
expanding breasts caused her nipples to be pulled out and stretched.
Jenna just sat there. She felt the pain, but to react to it would be
wrong. Pain was a human thing to feel and she didn't feel human
anymore. She looked like a doll and she was being treated like a doll. She
must be a Doll.
"Stand up."
Jenna stood and the Artist used the unmarked bottle and rag to polish
Jenna's rubber body. He polished every inch, leaving her glossy and
shiny. It carried away the drool and tears which had marked the painful
end of her human existence and made her feel like a new Dolly.
The artist began the finishing touches on the doll.
"You cannot speak." Jenna's mind no longer knew how to talk.
"You cannot do anything unless ordered." Jenna felt her will to do
anything except obey disappear.
"You love the fact you are a Dolly." Jenna felt flush with happiness
of becoming a doll.
She heard the door to the shop open and a familiar voice ask to see
her new toy. A pair of high heels clicked down the hallway and
Jenna watched as her friend Rei entered the room.
Rei smiled at her. "This was almost too easy. I make you my
roommate, I get you drunk, I talk you into getting a tattoo, I pick the place,
and poof! Now you’re my obedience slave." Rei walked around the
standing Dolly. "You do good work!" she said to the Artist.
"Thank you, she's not my first. Can I interest you in a tattoo?" he
said smiling.
Rei smiled back, "No thank you, but depending on how well my new doll
works out, I might be interested in another purchase."
"I look forward to that. Give me your keys and I'll pull your car
around back."
Rei handed the man her keys and he left though the front. Rei turned
to Jenna and looked into her masked face. Rei ran a hand own the
Doll’s rubber face and neck.
"You are no longer my friend, and are instead my obedient toy."
Jenna felt her feelings toward Rei change. She would now do anything
she was told.
"You are bisexual now and which to fulfill any sexual desire I wish of
you. You also feel horny all the time."
Jenna felt her pussy become warm and moist almost instantly.
“When you wear this mask, you are my Dolly named ‘Pink’ and you do not
remember anything from your life as Jenna. If the mask ever comes off,
you will become Jenna once more and be embarrassed by everything you
alter ego will have done. You will be embarrassed at being only a
partial dolly and wish to be masked once more. You will never want to be a
human being again.”
The Dolly felt something inside draining away and Pink felt complete
and happy.
The backroom door opened and the Artist stepped through. "Follow me
Pink." said Rei. Pink took her mincing steps as a doll out the back
door and into the car when she was loaded into the trunk and driven off to
a new life.
