Gimpitis

By boyryan54

boyryan54I am sick. I feel pretty crummy, but my Dom seems pretty happy about it for some reason.

It started a few days ago with a sore throat and a cough. Seemed innocent. My Dom kept asking how i was feeling, with a sadistic glint in his eye. I knew he was a sadist, but this seemed cruel to get pleasure from a sick slave. This morning, things took a turn for the worst. I developed a fever and when I coughed, a shiny black tar-like substance was on my tissue. I remember thinking it was spreading over the Kleenex, but that seemed crazy. Must have been the fever playing with my mind. When I mentioned it to my Dom, he said with a chuckle, “That’s impossible, slave! Now let’s tuck you into the cage for the night.” I wanted to plead to go to the doctor, but I knew it would be no use. My Dom knows what’s best for me, after all. With a heavy yawn, I crawled into my cage, and my Dom patted my head and said, “I’m sure you’ll feel better soon.”

The next morning, I woke with a start in my cage. I couldn’t see, my tongue felt weird, and I had a hard time forming words. When I went to go rub the cobwebs out of my eyes, I noticed I couldn’t feel my eyes! My head felt like it was covered with latex. I started to panic, and started grunting and kicking the door of my cage. My Dom finally came down when he heard the noise, and even in my blind state, I could tell from the stomping of his boots that he was mad to be woken up so early! When he entered the room, the energy in the air was thick with anticipation, but it seemed to evaporate the second he got to my cage.

“My plan is working faster that I had expected slave!” he said with a sing song in his voice! I cocked my head, confused. He continued, “remember my doctor friend, slave? You had an intense breath control scene with him last week? When you thought he was using poppers, he was actually testing a new inhaler filled with a biologically altered state of latex. Turns out he wanted a test subject, and I was tired of you as a slave. At first I thought your body was rejecting the virus, but it seems to have melded with your body.”

I started whining and grunting and thrashing in my cage.

“It’s no use, slave, it’s done. No turning back. The virus will continue to take over your body, making you the perfect rubber Gimp! No seams, no zippers, just full rubber skin, inside and out!”

I started to cry. My Dom was tired of me! And he altered me! What was going to happen to me?!? Through my sobs, I heard a phone number being dialed. “Hello Doctor Robert! The slave is ready for you to take possession of it.” He hung up, and with a quick slap to my face, “chin up slave, it will be okay! I will be back shortly.” I heard him walk away, practically skipping with joy! Over the next few hours, I could feel the latex spreading more over my body. Finally I heard the door open, and two sets of voices, my Dom and Doctor Robert.

“Doctor, do you mind if I get one last fuck in before you take him away? I would love for the both of us to use him while you explain what the future holds for him.”

“But of course! It would turn me on knowing he will learn what will continue happening to him, but impossible for him to do expressions!”

A few seconds later the cage door was opened, and four hands roughly grabbed me and threw into a sling. Restraints were added so I couldn’t escape, while I felt cold lube smeared in my hole. My Dom entered me with little concern for my comfort. I groaned from the pain. I felt hands in either side of my head, Doctor Robert.

“Hello slave. I am now your Master. I am sure you are confused, but that will soon fade to acceptance. In the next day, all your skin would be replaced with latex. I would take some incisions and seal on some permanent d-rings around you neck, ankles and wrists. Don’t worry, you won’t feel them! There is no going back. I will subject you to tests on your new skin to test for sensations, including whipping, flogging, electro, hot wax and maybe some other instruments.”

My Dom was thrusting faster, enjoying the feeling of my struggling away from their grasp. “You will spend all of your time in bondage, either chained or caged, and taken care of by my myself or my other normal slaves. For you are special to me and I won’t let you out of my sight. You are the first successful case of an infection by my virus gimpitis.”

“I’m getting close, Robert! Get the chloroform! I want to watch him go slack!”

I felt Master Robert’s hands move from my face, and shortly I smelled a sweet smelling scent.

“Good night, Gimp. When you wake up, you will be in your new home!”

As I started to fade, I felt my Dom roar with pleasure, as I fell into a deep sleep.

 

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