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Over the next few weeks, your latex training continues. You are subjected to all sorts of new experiences, from being wrapped in latex mummification to being strapped into a latex vac bed.

Each new experience pushes you further and further into submission, and you find that you are becoming addicted to the feel of the latex against your skin. You start to crave the sensation of being restrained, of being completely at the mercy of your captors.

And as your training continues, you start to realize that you are no longer just a prisoner or a sissy ****. You are something more. You are a latex ****, completely devoted to serving your captors and obeying their every command.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

The more you are subjected to latex training, the more you start to crave it. You start to feel incomplete without the latex against your skin, and you long for the next session.

As time goes on, you start to notice that your body is changing even more. Your skin becomes even more sensitive, and the feel of the latex against your skin becomes even more intense. You start to feel like a living latex doll, completely at the mercy of your captors.

And they know it. They use your addiction to the latex against you, using it as a way to control you and manipulate you. They know that you will do anything to feel the latex against your skin, and they use that to their advantage.

But despite everything, you are happy. You have found a sense of purpose and belonging in your new life as a latex ****, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You know that you will never be free from your captors, but that doesn't matter. As long as you have the latex, you are happy.