Trophy wife to doll (latex)

Jane needed to find something, her husband was clearly getting bored of her. If she wanted to keep her life of luxury, she needed to find something to bring him back in her arms. She was a trophy wife, pretty look to be shown to his friends and a good fuck in the bed for the fun, nothing more, and she was good with that. It was just business. But now, even her new tits and sexy nighties doesn't seem to make him fully hard.

So, she looked up in his historic. And she found tons of sites on a theme, latex and bondage. So that was his new kink, or to be more exact, the kink he discovered. It looked really pervert but she needed him to get back his interest to her. So she bought a latex suit.

Few days later, she was surprising her husband by coming into the bedroom from neck to toes in a black latex suit. Surprisingly, even if she had the feeling she was looking ridiculous, the sensation of latex on her skin wasn't that bad. And clearly he was happy to see her in it, so it was a win.

"Put on a hood too !" He told her.

"P-Pardon ?" She asked, surprised by his demand.

"I want you fully covered."

"Oh... Ok..."

She went back and put on the hood that came with the rest. This time only her eyes, mouth and hairs could be seen under the latex. A feeling of sadness engulfed her as she felt like her beauty wasn't of any use any more. Any girl could be under that hood.

But she couldn't let herself down, she was in his good graces again. And so, she went back to the bedroom. He was as hard as he ever was, which made her a little bit more happy, even if it was just because she was basically a moving sex doll. Jane let him attach her and he fucked her senseless. He never was the 'love making kind' but her, it was just fucking a hole. And that hole was her pussy. And he used it for hours.

"I want you to be always fully dressed in latex." He ordered her.

"I-I... babe... and my sexy dresses and clothes ? That was expensive..."

She tried her best to stop him from the idea, but he was adamant.

"Throw them away, you're my fuck doll now !"

"I... yes..." She reluctantly accepted. Where could she go anyway ? Back in poverty ?

Jane had been constantly wearing latex catsuit to the point that it was like a second skin. She could barely see her own face when she changed clothes. She was feeling like she was losing her identity. And since he started to share her with his friends, she was losing even more of herself. To the point that she had a hard time remembering her name. She was fuck doll to everyone, now. An interchangeable toy to empty there balls in. That's what she was, and she felt like it always been...