A word of warning: this story feature depictions of watersports and non-consent, so please turn away if that kind of stuff is not to your taste.
It was one of those days that made Calen appreciate having a generously-sized backyard complete with tall fences and hedgerows all around. The late afternoon sunlight illuminated countless pollens gliding through the air, as well as the motes of dust kicked up from the parched ground by a westward breeze. Calen made sure to grab himself a cup of iced water before heading outside, the weather report showed that it was still 35 degrees Celsius beyond the air-conditioned and well insulated comforts of the indoors
The heat washed over Calen as soon as he stepped onto his backyard porch, as if one had opened an oven door. Even though he was dressed in only a pair of thin linen shorts and a t-shirt, perspiration began to build over his skin within a minute.
But the heat was a far bigger problem for his slave, Luna, her body encased in layers of nylon, latex and duct tape.
The 22-year-old fuckdoll was secured to the side of the porch, courtesy of a length of chain which connected the top of her posture collar to the handrail. An additional chain ran from the bottom of her collar to an eyebolt drilled into the decking held her in place. Almost her entire body from head to toe has been covered up by a shiny black latex catsuit plus gloves and socks also made of black latex. Only her long hair tied into a thick ponytail and her mouth were left exposed by the custom-made latex hood. Her arms and legs have been bundled up via rolls of duct tape wrapped around the folded limbs to create an ad-hoc bitchsuit.
The result of this setup was especially harsh on Luna's limbs. Her weight now rested entirely on her elbows and knees, with her forearm pressed awkwardly into her upper arm, and her calves similarly squished against her muscular thighs by the tape sheath. Worse, with one length of chain pulled taught atop of her collar and another beneath it, Luna couldn't shift her body around to ease the growing strain on her doubled up limbs.
As he got closer, Calen saw that the girl's only exposed part of her skin around her nose and mouth was flushed in a shade of red and coated in sweat. He imagined that the inner nylon layers of Luna's outfit must be drenched by this point. That was an assuring sign, as long as the girl was thoroughly hydrated and kept on sweating, she wouldn't be in any serious danger of heat stroke.
For a few minutes Calen stood there silently, savouring the sight of his slave's cocooned, immobile form. He took a sip of water from his mug, then with a leisurely pace, got on his knees and began unlocking the two chains holding Luna's collar in place. The slavegirl groaned quietly when the tension around her neck slackened, but otherwise she did not speak. She was now entering her third month in captivity, and she understood the courtesy of not speaking to her master unless spoken to.
Once both chains came off, Calen wrapped one arm around Luna's hourglass waist and helped her to 'sit' upright. With her limbs reduced to stubby, useless stumps, she really did look like a begging dog in this position.
He planted a kiss on Luna's chapped lips and gave a few playful smacks to her latex-clad breasts. "Sweetheart, you must be getting thirst." He spoke in a relaxed, conversational tone.
"Yes master, please may I have some water, please." The reply from Luna was quiet and strained, signalling that her throat was indeed desperate for water.
"Well, I don't have water here but I've got the next best thing. You'll be a good girl and drink your master's pee, alright? You have to be hydrated" Calen noted that Luna's mouth shaped into what might be a slight grimace of disgust, although it was hard to read her emotions with much of her face concealed by the latex hood. A small remnant of Luna's old self still screamed against such a horrific, dehumanizing idea, but she did not, could not, find the motivation to resist openly. The cocktail of drugs being fed to Luna on a daily basis had fucked up her mind beyond saving, even in her own mind she was not really a person anymore, and merely a plaything for Calen.
"Okay master, I will" The fucktoy replied, her voice indicated neither enthusiasm nor reluctance.
It was all Calen wanted to hear. He got up to unzip his shorts, expose his cock already stiffened by the delightful sight of his helpless bitch.
"Alright Luna, open your mouth wide, no you silly slut, wider. Don't swallow until I tell you to swallow it" Calen commanded, know that wasn't easy for Luna's jaws, which had to fight against the confinement of the hood and the rigidity of the posture collar. The spray of piss struck directly onto Luna's tongue, and her mouth began to fill rapidly before Calen paused. He counted off a few seconds before speaking again, just to give Luna some time to fully savour his taste.
"Very good girl, now swallow." The warm, acrid urine was far from a refreshing drink, but Luna's body needed it. She closed her mouth and gulped down the contents, then parted her lips wide open. Once again Calen filled her mouth, and commanded her to swallow only after his piss began to overflow from her mouth and spilled down her chin.
"Have you forgotten something?" Calen teased, "What are you supposed to say now?".
"Thank you master for...for giving me your pee to drink." The slave replied.
She felt master's hand on her collar, directing her to get back on all fours once again. The two chains were clipped back onto the top and the bottom of her posture collar respectively. "Sweetie, I'm so proud of how brave and disciplined you are, now you gotta keep the good work up, okay? You got one more hour to go, I'll unlock you then." Somehow, those encouraging words cut through the humiliation and helplessness in Luna mind, and delivered to her a tiny spark of happiness to her broken mind. Of course, this was exactly what Calen had intended; systematically strip away every shred of the slavegirl's dignity and control, then give her a crumb of affection to reward her obedience.
"Okay, thank you master, I will be good for you."
The master grabbed his mug off the porch deck, and then walked back to the air-conditioned comforts of the indoor. Wiping the sweat off his brows, his mind wandered to the tub of ice cream sitting in the freezer.
A few spoonsful of that won't hurt, the calories are worth an extra ten minutes on the treadmill anyways.
Calen murmured to himself as he checked his watch; it was 4:57pm right now, he'd come back to cut Luna loose at 6.
Two hours earlier...
Calen could tell the look on his slave face was not a happy one as he outlined his wicked intentions to her. Inside Luna's head, she was already trying to figure how she was supposed to endure wearing three skin-tight layers on a sweltering summer day like this, and that's before she factored in the duct tapes to be wrapped around her arms and legs.
"But it'll be so hot I'll get sick." She complained meekly, without genuinely expecting that she could avoid what master had in store for her.
Calen tried to put on an encouraging voice, "It won't get you sick you silly slut. It will get very hot once you're outside, but that's the point of this challenge after all." He was deliberate in describing his plan as a 'challenge' rather than a 'punishment', since it was important for Luna to understand that being tormented by her master was supposed to be a desirable norm rather than a mistake to be avoided. Ultimately, his goal is for Luna is perceive her suffering as a kind of pleasure on its own. It was not merely enough for the fuckdoll to dutifully accept pain, humiliation and orgasm denial, instead, he wanted her to actively crave her own debasement and submission.
"Yes, of course master, I understand." Luna signed, nervous but otherwise obedient.
"Now don't you waste any time, go get undressed, and take off your collar too. Grab what I told you, then come back here." Luna nodded again, then hurried off past the bedroom and into its walk-in wardrobe. She reached for a row of shelves containing a dozen designer lingerie sets, stockings in various colours and textures, plus a variety of latex fetish-wear. First, she took off the light, airy silk minidress she had been wearing, followed by the leather collar around her neck, and lastly her bra. Now wearing nothing aside from her chastity belt, Luna picked up what she needed from the wardrobe and rushed back to the lounge, where Calen watched with a wolfish gaze as his slave slipped her tall, svelte figure into the form-fitting garments.
She started off with a pair of black thigh high stockings over her legs, followed by a long-sleeved Wolford leotard. Her second layer was a catsuit which encased her from the neck down, in a thicker, more opaque coating of nylon mesh. The third layer, however, was what made Luna really nervous; a black latex catsuit followed by matching latex gloves, socks and an open-mouth hood. Even with Calen helping out as best as he could, it still took some effort for the slavegirl to squeeze herself into the latex cocoon. Lastly, a four-inch-tall rubber posture collar covered up the only remaining silver of Luna's skin still exposed between the collar of the catsuit and her hood. The resulting combination sealed her entire body, save for two opening for her ponytail and her mouth, in the smooth, stifling material.
Wrapped up entirely in shiny, black latex, Luna really resembled a sex doll or a mannequin more than a human being. Her corset-trained hourglass waistline and the impressive size of her breasts were still evident, squished under the well-fitted material. Latex is not a particularly elastic material, so Luna's catsuit had to be an expensive made-to-measure item to achieve the utterly skin-tight result. That result though, Calen decided it was worth every pretty penny.
