beautyinperversion: I want to be like this, covered in latex tight and unyielding, holding to my ev

beautyinperversion:

I want to be like this, covered in latex tight and unyielding, holding to my every curve. The hood over my head, taking away my humanity, making me an alien sex object.

Tied down bind by bind, each clinking closure another freedom removed. Testing my bonds, unable to escape.

Placed onto the rubber bed for preparation, my eyes hidden behind another layer of latex, my ears covered by heavy, solid speakers. And then the mask to my lips and nose, only able to smell rubber, breathing it in, exhaling it. My every sensation controlled, covered in latex.

The white noise and subtle messaging begins to rise, blanking out my thoughts, making me programmable. Lights begin to flash in my vision. What messages am I being told? What am I being turned into?

Whatever the result, I asked for this. I crave it. I need it. I need it at the cost of everything I am, every shred of identity and humanity replaced with brainlessness and objectification. That is my fate.