Object of Utility - Cretin

She is not calm till sheathed within

Her black constrictive latex skin

From head to toe no flesh exposed

A Rubber Doll to fuck and pose

An eyeless mask engulfs her face

Her features swallowed in its tight embrace

Her breathing heaves, she moans with lust

I polish and buff my latex slut

Custom rigs and racks built to aid her transformation

She’d rather live her life as a household decoration

Paranoid by freedom she prefers her fantasy

To be a sexy chair or table—objectified entirely

She spends her days gagged, plugged, and bound

Electrodes zap her hairless mound

As furniture items in my home

Hung upside down or packed in foam

One day I had her teeth removed

Replaced her lips with an inner tube

Inflated, they fit extra tight

She licks the rubber with delight

Secure to be a latex object of utility

I augment her condition with intensive surgery

Sightless, she took time to discover how she’d been improved

She climaxed when she realized that her arms had been removed