Glossed Over

by Brad Poe

There was a time once....

Was it a year ago? A week? It was sooo hard anymore to keep track of time, without a clock in Michelle's line of sight, right in the path of her unmoving, unblinking eyes....

And really, it didn't matter that much now. Now was all there was, now and then, back when she could move and think on her own....

Back when she had every reason to do anything but smile and be pretty for someone. Back then, she would have been scared, terrified even, of the loss of control that so excited her now as she felt a tightening in the nearly rigid, round plastic hole that went up her round, shiny pink ass.... she didn't feel much there anymore, since the plug that she had there nearly numbed everything out...but somehow, she always felt the tightening and the heat of her Owner, her Master, as he firmly and slowly pushed his tight, plastic-clad prick into her... going on and on, deeper and deeper, almost endlessly, until it felt like she was being leaned back, mounted on top of him, almost...

It took a while for her mind to come back to her after being mounted like that.... but yes, there was a time when being unable to move, unable to so much as twitch or groan without real intervention from her Master, would have scared her, when just being posed there, stiff and shiny and pretty, would have left her feeling so vulnerable.

But now, none of that mattered. She was perfectly smooth now, shiny pink plastic from head to toe, only a blonde wig glued to her head breaking the smooth blank expanse of plastic... her face placid, serene, tight and rigid. All the way down to the few tubes, few and far between, that numbly let her breathe, drink liquids, and be fucked....

And of course, the lenses over her eyes, that forever kept them open and fixed in place, gazing on a full-length trio of mirrors, good mainly for seeing just how sleek and sexy and pretty an object Michelle is now.

[did that feel good, babydoll?] a soft-spoken male thought drifted into her mind's ears....

[oh yes Master oh god yes touch me dress me brush my pretty hair play with meplaywithme] the thoughts gushed out, in a rush, from Michelle's attention-starved mind...just having that little bit of stimulation, where she could respond back, felt at once so ethereal, and yet so intense and overwhelming....

Michelle loved it when Master spoke within her mind, but... she was glad nonetheless when it was over, so she could go back to being a placid, shiny, beautiful thing again... without a thought in her head, her pretty, plastic head.

The Master *winced* briefly at the shrillness and suddeness of the barrage of thoughts that poured from Michelle's mind...

It was almost more than what he could take, hearing how much his true love had been reduced, how much like a baby, no, a toy of a baby, she had sounded...

"But it was what she wanted... what she begged me to do... nothing less was enough in the end..." he had to calmly repeat to himself in order to stifle the guilt he felt nonetheless, or to at least mute it enough to get the clothes, the hair brush, and all of the other things that mattered to Michelle now, now that she was more plastic than woman...

It had all started innocently enough... she was a student, looking for a sexual subculture to research for a thesis... he was just looking for someone to love, someone who would at least try some of the fantasies and ideas that haunted his mind....

And for several months, this was all it remained. A fantasy, a series of play sessions, online, and then only very slowly to the telephone, that mainly involved hypnosis scripts and roleplay. She would become the Woman Who Turned Into Plastic one or two nights a week.... and he would become the Mind-Hacker, forever in search of the Grey Net, the telepathic Internet of the Collective Unconscious....

It made for some nice fiction, and excellent cybersex.... at the time, though, neither Kevin nor Michelle took it any more seriously than that. After all, people really don't turn into plastic, right? Or become reality-hacking mind-readers... .it was all silliness and games, and it was all good....

Until Kevin got a mysterious note, a letter in an envelope, that just appeared on his mouse-pad one morning, from out of nowhere...

The note said:

"You have it within you to become the Master you desire to be....the world can be yours, if only you learn how to master it.. .use the hypnosis script on the reverse of this page in your online games. We will be in touch to monitor your progress..."

"Sincerely, The Grey Net."

And so it began.