My new girlfriend was a huge sex addict and had an unbelievable amount of kinks and bondage gear. She was taller than me and more muscular, often joking about how feminine I am and that I was the “prettiest and most effeminate boy she’d met”. She convinced me to spend a week as her latex pet, she locked my already small cock in a tiny flat cage, sealed me head to toe in latex and bound me one all fours in a bitchsuit. My ass was plugged and a large dildo slotted into my mouth before my face was sealed away in a thick rubber hood. The week was fun, I enjoyed spending time as her faceless rubber pet but was quite ready to return to normalcy. 

That was when the first surprise hit me, I wasn’t let out. She kept me in this helpless, shiny state for much longer and when I protested I was inaudible, mewing helplessly into the fat silicone cock that was stuck in my mouth. My girlfriend claimed she liked me better this was and that there was no way I could convince her to let me out, I was to spend eternity as her pet. What made things worse is what happened in her love life after she turned her femboy boyfriend into a latex animal. She told me she never enjoyed sex with me, my small cock didn’t satisfy her and I finished too fast so she was “looking forward to enjoying big cocks again”. She started dating and often brought the guy back. I had to listen to them fuck, she would howl and moan loudly into the night, often laughing as she degraded me, describing her new lovers cock to her captive pet with glee. Every time she did something in me would stir. Her new lover was used to me being around now, so during sex they’d rather my leash’s to the bedpost so I could hear it all better, every time I’d feel the bed rocking, my poor , tiny, caged cock would start to squirt cum… a testament to my new life as a latex pet.

My new girlfriend was extremely dominant and a huge nymphomaniac. I was quite cautious but enjoyed experimenting with her, until I made the mistake of spending a “week” as her pet… (story continued below)