Learning of the Consequences….

You moan as you come to, your mouth feels odd while your arms throb and ache. Slowly opening your eyes, you see the Mistress of the Twins petting and stroking Yin, the Silver one. She looks up at you as your arms jingle the chains above, your arms secured in place by a pair of latex cuffs.

“Ah, you are awake. Welcome to my humble Academy ****…”

She walks past Yin who kneels down and awaits her return. You attempt to back up, but being chained to the ceiling only amuses her from the futility of your action. Aside from the cuffs and a ring gag, you find yourself completely naked and helpless to her. She approaches you and pinches your nipple, causing a soft moan to erupt from within, the pain slight yet giving way to pleasure.

“Or perhaps I should be calling you Gimp? Doll? Fucktoy?” She alternates on pinching your nipples as she lists off names. You squirm under her pinching, trying in vain to escape to no avail. The Mistress laughs in amusement at you. She takes hold of both nipples, her latex encased fingers softly squeaking as she twists both and sneers at you.

“Do you like that my little toy?” she giggles as she lets your aching nipples go. “By the time we’re done, you will be begging to serve. There hasn’t been a foolish little slut that has stepped in here that hasn’t embraced the Gimp life.” She takes off the flogger attached to her belt and strikes your aching sex, causing you to cry out and tear up. Your stares plead with her to show mercy, a feeling the Latex Dominatrix chooses to ignore.

“Most can’t stand the idea of going back to being human, their only dreams are of servitude to a powerful Mistress like Kara or myself. Many of them choose to work at the bar or at the Academy, hoping for a Mistress to claim them or…” she paces around you and rubs the handle of the flogger gently underneath you, carressing your soft, firm buttocks and lightly presses against your clit.

“They simply want to show other misguided slaves the truth about their own nature.”

The gentle stimulation is exquisite, as your lungs begin to breathe deeper. Resistance begins to fade as exhaustion takes over, your head falling forward which She rubs softly to reward you.

“That’s a good girl...give in to your nature. Submission is so much more pleasurable isn’t it? Being a good little rubber pet for your mistress makes her happy, which makes you happy….”

The feel of her hands is soft, yet firm upon you. Her caresses seem to both massage the muscles yet also tease your warm blushing skin. It is immensely relaxing, causing your eyes to feel heavy, dulling you somewhat as Yang enters the room in front of you as well, carrying a large folded bundle of Latex and a bottle of liquid. You hear the snap of fingers behind you and the Twins both approach, yet the feeling to resist is barely there. A feeling of heat brushes against your ear as the Mistress of the Academy whispers into your ear.

“Time to put on your outfit my dear. Time to embrace your True Self.”

Yin takes the bottle and kneels before you, squirting the crystal clear liquid onto her hand and then slowly, smoothly, rubbing it over your right leg. It’s cool to the touch, causing your legs and arms to raise up in little goosebumps which gives way to a wonderful slickness. The feeling is sublime, yet also nostalgic as you recall this was how the Latex felt during your match. Yin takes her time, gently massaging your calf, your thigh, even taking a few moments to massage all the built up pressure and stress in your feet from dangling there. Her efforts wretch a moan from you as she then moves over to the other leg.

Time draws out slowly, agonizingly so as she plays with you. Her Mistress no better as she rubs your now wet sex, aching nipples and taut stomach. A creeping blush builds more as your senses feel drastically in focus, yet your body is totally relaxed. Yang approaches you as well as she unveils the dark blue latex to be a full body suit, similar in design to each of the Twins, with a pair of elbow length gloves and thigh high socks. The Golden Gimp places the material on the floor in front of you, giving you ample time to focus on your future. She takes one of the socks and just as slowly, almost reverently, slides it over your now slick lubed up legs. The Latex is just as cool to the touch, but quickly warms as it glides along you, wanting to stick in places until the tall golden **** smooths it and rubs it straight. You gasp softly as she pulls it up and it snaps into place. Your skin was so sensitive before the latex….yet the shiny material only seems to enhance the sensation, every faint little touch is magnified, and you can’t help but moan as you feel her fingers move and encase both of your legs.

“Yes….it feels so good doesn’t it my dear? Like wearing a second skin. Feel how it resists you...but holds you so close. It IS your new Skin, your new identity...”

You cry out in lust as you feel several hands rubbing the slick greasy liquid all over your body now, your stomach, your back, your butt, your arms...Yin takes an exquisitely slow time rubbing your aching sex and inner thighs, which you shamelessly spread your legs to help her. A sudden sharp pain emerges from your head as the Mistress pulls your hair back, causing you to cry out.

“I’m going to unchain you slut. Cooperate and you will get to enjoy this feeling more…Resist...” you hear her quietly chuckle. “And I will enjoy breaking that.”

A soft nod is all that can be mustered in response, too drunk with lust to want to consider resisting...at least for now. The clinking of chains gives way to gravity as your shoulders slump and bloodflow resumes, causing a very minor tingle throughout them. The Mistress and Yin grab hold of your arms and gently place you on the ground as Yang continues her work, pulling the legs of the suit up your body, further encasing them in a second lair of restrictive rubber. A shudder pervades you which causes you to tremble, you shake but it is quickly stopped as the Mistress and Yin hold you down. The Mistress flogs your tits and you stop, the piecemeal resistance gone. You can only softly whimper in lust as you feel the tight material push against your sex and buttocks, Yang taking a moment to straighten the zipper you see on it, she squeezes on your puffy labia to elicit another moan out of you to tease you. The outfit moves faster up you as it constricts your tits and bunches them together, giving a perfect bit of cleavage.

As Yang begins to place the gloves on, Yin snakes a hand down and unzips your zipper, and begins to pump her latex coated digits into your pussy, distracting you as you are further enveloped in your prison. What at first felt like an eternity turns into a mere microsecond, as Yin as amazing dexterity and can keep you on edge….but never over it as she delicately plays with your clit and pussy to keep you near the orgasm, even going as to try and beg for it through your gag. But instead, you are given her digits rubbing against your tongue as Yang finishes her work and has encased your arms as well. The sounds of rubber squeaking along with the metal of a zipper fills your ears as the Mistress starts to zip you up in the back. You turn your head but are stopped as Yang holds it in place, causing you to look forward at the Twin slaves. Yin holds up the final piece to your prison, a near faceless rubber mask similar to theirs. This mask however has an opening for the mouth and your nostrils to breath, but shares the small pin pricks near the eyes. You begin to pant more fearfully at the prospect, only to cry out as the Mistress tightly squeezes your throat, reminding you of punishment should you resist. The gag loosens, and your mouth is thankful to close for the time being as you close your eyes in a rush of lust and terror. The rubber feels warm now as it tightens on your skin, your short hair feeling taut as it is pulled moved back and held in place by the rubber. The sound of lace fills your ears as you feel the hood tighten on you, the zipper moves to the top and you feel another tight restrictive collar lock around your throat with a ‘Click’. You open your eyes to see very little light, but are able to make out your surroundings as the truth settles in.

It’s over….you are now a gimp.

“Now….let us begin your first lesson….”