I've been hacking & adding to this captioned for awhile

i think its about as ready as it can get.

Begging
Asudem Latex

Keep begging Missy. We both know it’s totally futile. I’ve made my decision and it’s final. You begged me so long to take you into my private world - no matter the cost and now after months and months - you fit perfectly. Like my silken foot into my 7” stiletto patent leather heels. We’re made for each other. You’ve been moulded into my very definition of erotic. Oh and like your own heels, they’ll never come off either. If only you had an inclination when you saw me at the mall - entranced by my sight…. and you softly asked….

I mean look at you.

You’re as totally feminized as any doll I’ve trained in the past. My impossible ideal made flesh and sealed in fetishwear. You’ve been in feminine clothing, immaculate makeup, and wig for months now under my care and my estate. You don’t remember do you? Your conditioning means you wear it naturally and perfectly every time. Its now automatic for you. No thinking, Automated - Perfected. Yes, really - as I always planned when you peaked my interested and dared to talk to me. Sorry you don’t really remember anything much beyond the obedience and seduction and growing addiction to my wardrobe fetishistic tastes. Your eyes were a light like a kid on christmas day when I gave you the tour of my walk in wardrobe after I invited you over. Yet you oh so willingly stepped over its threshold knowing you wear nothing but these fetishes forevermore once I’ve made my customisations to your mind and to your flesh.

Its like you’ve just woken up to who you are now and your spellbound by the feelings, the look, your very reflection. You walked into my wardrobe and came out anew perfectly balanced on 7” stiletto patent leather heels. My perfect toy for dress up.

Everything you were before has now been erased in the process. I know how deep the programming goes and you waved all rights to when you pledged your love to me and tasted my nectar. Well my nectar to imprint you to me and a unique blend of chemicals and hormones.

That was the start and that was months ago.

You’ll never be able to dress in anything I haven’t told you too, nor even begin to remove them if the idea even were to arise. Always suitable for your station and guaranteed to be kinky if not out restrictive. Always pretty, always perfect, always my ideal display doll. Oh and we’ll move on further than just make up now that your look has settled; permanent tattooed/stained makeup for my doll. No amount of cleaning or scrubbing will remove the bespoke doll look I granted you. Do i denude your skull like a store mannequin and leave you to forever wear synthetic wigs to further your artificial constructed beauty? Change you look and dress on my whims? So much faster and no need for salons. Oh we can wait on that for now.

Frozen in beauty as I desire, yet modular as well as a good doll should always be for so much dress up.

You’re so broken and docile that I haven’t had to punish you for weeks, and I can hardly remember the last time you were allowed to cum! A trap of permanent edging with the keys and commands in my control. My secret small red leather book of commands. Submission to me is nectar to you now as is feeding on my nectar… Yes, my work is done and you’re almost my perfect doll - one that I’ll keep forever.

You see I’ve always made the dolls for wealthy clients and of course they weren’t volunteers. That limited what I could do because of this small ‘hindrance’. Oh they looked great and acted perfectly as you do already but they lack a personal artistic touch, a realisation of my desires and their burning need for _Me_ above all else. This final element means all conditions, limits are simply - gone. Their acts of submission were programmed and automatic and while yours are, they are so enhanced; you wanted this. They were simply make overs with conditioning versus a full structural rebuild of a house and all new appliances… So shiny and new. Literally shiny as well (giggles)

With your burning need to please me, to be with me as my lover and your secret and very pronounced latex fetish combined and my own deep admiration of what you’ve become and will become.

Oh I can take you so much further… so many possibilities to explore. All of the permanent and of increasing …. artificialness. Perhaps further shaping and cutting to make you a perfect plastic dolled duplicate of your Mistress. Who better to serve and please me than me?