Building Reality: Addiction

Until one day, when the female voice talked to her differently.

"You are doing so well. You are such a good rubber toy. I'm so happy that you decided to play along willingly. April would like to have sex with you as a reward. Come to the master bedroom at once."

The video in her VR goggles switched to what looked like a live stream. It was from a camera installed in the master bedroom showing April lying down on the bed, naked, and playing with her cellphone. It was so confusing.

Tracy got off her bed and tried to walk. Bumping into walls here and there, she managed to get out of her rubber room; the door was left open. Slowly, the rubber toy made her way through the house and reached the master bedroom. On her screen, she saw a rubber girl entering the room. It was following all her movement, but she wasn't sure who that was.

April got off the bed and typed on her phone.

"Put your arms behind your head and don't move."

Tracy executed herself and obeyed the order. Then, April started to attach something around her waist and in between her legs. It was a rubber strap-on. April had no intention of removing Tracy's chastity belt anytime soon.

"Lie down on the bed."

Using her hands, she found the mattress and climbed on it. What she was doing was matching the girl's movement in her goggles. Looking at herself from a 3rd person point of view made it feel so strange. Her brain couldn't cope with the weirdness.

"If you touch her, you'll get shocked. If you make noises, you'll get shocked. Do not move."

After sending this last message, April climbed on the bed and over Tracy. Seeing her wife turned into a sex toy was so hot that she almost came as soon as she sat on the strap-on. For the next two hours, April fucked herself with her amazing rubber toy.

Frequently, Tracy made some noise and got shocked harshly. She was seeing this girl fucking a rubber girl on the bed, which made her want sex so badly. But there was nothing for her in this, just painful shocks.

Once April was fully satisfied with her multiple orgasms, she got off the bed, removed the strap-on from her rubber plaything, and texted a new command to Tracy.

"Get inside the rubber box."

Having no choice, Tracy obeyed again and crawled to the box. The door was closed behind her, and she was isolated once more, receiving no reward from what had happened. Her goggles turned off, and there was nothing else remaining but a strange silence, making this sensory deprivation experience last even longer. She hoped the hypnosis would restart as soon as possible.

After what seemed an eternity, probably several hours, the female voice pulled her out of her misery.

"You did very well earlier. But you received a lot of shocks, which is not good, and it's worrisome. April cares so much about you, and you are making her sad. Also, she decided it was not fair to deprive you of all sexual activities, after all. When you are not in use, you should be able to have an occasional orgasm."

Tracy was trying to make sense of the words but felt a bit brain dead after all that isolation time. She tried to focus on what the female voice was telling her.

"You have two choices. You can let April make you more receptive to your hypnosis program. It would make you calmer and also much more susceptible to suggestions. You will also be able to cum occasionally. This way, you'll have more fun and won't get shocked as often. This gift is all for you so that you can enjoy your experience better."

Tracy only understood half of the words and couldn't comprehend the rationale, but she caught the part claiming it was good for her and that she would get to cum.

"Your second choice is to remain as is and greatly disappoint April. Your collar will be reprogrammed to shock you randomly several times per hour. I disabled your collar for now. I want you to grunt once if you want the first choice or twice if you prefer the second choice."

The second choice didn't make any sense to Tracy. She didn't like being shocked, and she didn't want to remain as is.

"Urrrr!"

"You make April so happy. She is fortunate to have such an amazing wife who enjoys playing along with her. She loves you so much."

The communication cut once more, plunging Tracy in total darkness and silence. She curled into a ball, not too sure what had just happened, but she was feeling good knowing someone was happy with her. Her little rubber world felt more comfortable.

It took a very long time before Tracy received the command to get out of the box. After a quick feeding, she was sent back to her rubber room. She laid down on the bed and felt way more relaxed than usual. When her hypnosis started, it seemed so much more real to her. All her resistance was gone, and everything said to her was absorbed effortlessly; it was such a great sensation.

April was standing next to Tracy, witnessing the effects of the hypnotic drug she had added to her food. She went to her phone and looked at the hypnosis program that was running. Since the beginning, she only ran the memory wipe add-on, but she was now enabling some more interesting features. One was to make sure Tracy never made another sound. She didn't like it when Tracy got hurt, so this was to protect her from the shocking collar. Another one was the add-on to make her cum on command.

She loved Tracy so much. She didn't want her to suffer because of her fantasy. Also, she wanted to give her some pleasure, so it didn't feel like a one-way relationship anymore. After activating the new programs, she sat on the bed next to her rubber wife and started masturbating energetically. What Tracy allowed her to do was turning her on so much.

For the next few weeks, April kept adding drugs to Tracy's food, slowly increasing the dosage, and enabled more hypnosis features. Some of them were to convince her that she had rubber skin and other ones to make her feel happy about her life. April didn't want to take the risk to make her wife feel bad because all of this may have been a bit more than their previous vanilla life. The drugs really seemed to have calmed down the rubber toy.

More and more often, April had one-way sex with Tracy, but she needed to address some remaining issues. Occasionally the rubber toy was moving a bit too much while she was fucking it, and she didn't like that very much.

Her fantasy was to have a rubber wife that was exactly like an inert toy, so she wasn't supposed to wriggle around that much. Her solution, before having sex with Tracy, was to give her sleeping drugs to knock her unconscious for a few hours. Being a doctor, she could get her hands on pretty much anything and administer it relatively safely.

Tracy, her, she wasn't aware of any of that, she didn't know what she was fed. She was a rubber girl and couldn't remember anything relevant about her life; she was happy, never anxious, and always thrilled to follow any instructions she received. Not being able to figure out where she was most of the time, she needed more detailed instructions to move around the house.

Sometimes, when she expected it the least, she received a small command that made her cum hard. She didn't care how or why it was happening, but it felt so good. And some other time, she lost track of everything for long periods without knowing why.

For the past three months, April kept Tracy in that state and had so much fun. When she got married, she never thought Tracy would have made her life this joyful. All the twisted ideas she had always wanted to experiment with, Tracy had accepted to try them all willingly and made all the right choices to continue and go deeper in the fantasy. Nobody could wish for a better understanding partner.

April just had a very hot sex session with her rubber toy, so she was lying on the bed in the rubber room, with Tracy lying next to her, knocked out by the medication, which would last another twelve hours or so; she had given her an extra dose since it was her day off. April wondered if her fantasy was complete enough and if it was time to let Tracy out. She never told her that it would be a permanent lifestyle; she had to be fair with her and respect her word.

That night, April slept in the rubber room with Tracy for the first time in months, hoping it would help her make a decision. She cuddled with the unconscious rubber body; she didn't want this to end. Tracy hadn't moved a toe during all that time which made April so satisfied that her treatment had worked perfectly. Perhaps Tracy didn't want this to end either; it was hard to tell.

The next morning, when Tracy started to move a little bit, April texted her.

"Tracy, do you want out?"

Her rubber toy heard the words, but she couldn't reply. She was still smashed from her forced deep sleep and also conditioned not to make a sound. So how could she even respond? April wasn't too sure what to do. From her perspective, she just wanted this to continue badly. Just the thought of keeping Tracy in that state forever turned her on like crazy.

She turned back on the hypnosis program and left the rubber room, locking the door behind her. Today was not the day when she would make a decision. There was no rush anyway. She laid down on the living room couch and repeatedly pressed the "cum" button, making Tracy orgasm over and over. Her wife deserved that much pleasure after being so amazing.

***

A couple of months later, April was in a different place in her life. She was no longer the same person, and there was a good reason for that. She had made up her mind to let Tracy out of the rubber toy experience. The fantasy was over, and it was time to move on and go back to a more reasonable life. Nothing was meant to be permanent.

However, she discovered she couldn't do it when she attempted to stop some things, such as the medication or the hypnosis. She started to cut, but as soon as Tracy was getting slightly more alert, she couldn't help herself and resumed the treatment as it was before.

She had developed a severe addiction to controlling Tracy, and she felt horrible about it. There was nobody she could share this with, and she was starting to miss her wife.

Smart as she was, April admitted her problem and decided to see a therapist. Of course, she hid all the details and came up with a side story, but the central theme was her controlling tendencies. She diligently went to her weekly session and understood what was wrong and learned new tools to turn her life around.

It took a while and a lot of effort, but she did it. She reached a point where she managed to start giving back Tracy her freedom.

***

About a year later, Tracy was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing else than a very sexy and shiny rubber suit. There was no crazy isolation hood and no chastity belt anymore. She leaned forward to pick up her coffee cup and inhaled the aroma; she loved it. It was a bit late for a coffee, but it would keep her awake until April came back from the therapist. Her wife has only been away for the past ten hours, but she already missed her like crazy.

The TV series Tracy was watching was slow-paced, calming, and good for her. The story wasn't exciting; it was just a romance. The girl was in love with this good looking guy, and there was nothing special about it. However, it was a good one for her to pretend she was the woman and practice her speech.

When the actress was saying something, she paused the show and repeated what she had heard.

"I'm going to my parent's farm tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?"

"... I... going... to my... farm... No!... parent's farm. Would you like... to come with me?"

That was a hard one. It was a bit depressing, but the good news was that Tracy was improving rapidly. More words came back to her mind over time. She had not forgotten them, but they were still locked away in her memory and had trouble accessing them.

The front door opened and closed. April was back from her appointment and headed to the living room to meet Tracy.

"Hey, rubber girl!"

"April!"

"So how was your day. Did you do all the exercise I asked you to?"

"Yes ... almost."

"Almost?"

"I ... didn't... try to remove the suit."

"Ah ... that's fine. There is no rush for that. And what about your memory, Tracy?"

"I know how to wire a single pole light switch."

"I don't know what a single pole light switch is, but it looks like your electrician background is coming back fast. And wow, your speech was great. You are improving so quickly. I was feeling so bad about that part."

April was a brilliant woman. She came up with a plan to gradually release her grip on Tracy. Drastically stopping the fantasy would have caused a big shock and caused a lot of physical damage, but also would have been fatal to their wedding.

The first thing she did was to stop the hypnosis conditioning and slowly replaced the videos by something a bit more vanilla. Occasionally she would have run some deprogramming tracks, but they were mild compared to what she had made Tracy endure since they started this.

Over time, she also reduced the number of drugs she gave Tracy. That was probably one of the things she felt the most guilty about. She now knew it was not her smartest move ever, and it was not even legal to do so. She was only hoping that Tracy would forgive her. Her intention was not to hide anything once they could have a good chat about all this.

When Tracy regained most of her alertness, April sent her the command to come to the master bedroom. She made her sit on the bed and carefully removed the isolation hood. It had been a huge moment in April's recovery. However, Tracy's anxiety spiked through the roof, and she had to run to the isolation box. She stayed in there for a full week with the door barely cracked open.

During that week, April took outstanding care of her traumatized wife. She requested two weeks off from work just to be with her. It was seven days of bringing food to her, talking to her, and cleaning her and all. That was when April fully realized the whole extent of her bad addiction. It made her feel so guilty.

But on the morning of the 8th day, April woke up and found Tracy sitting on the bed. Tracy couldn't talk, from conditioning, and feared to be shocked, but she tried to communicate in her own way. She remembered who April was, it came back to her, and she wanted a hug from her wife.

Carefully April took her in her arms and rocked her gently for a very long time. A few days later, they even decided to sleep in the same bed, the rubber bed. Tracy couldn't sleep anywhere else because her nightmares were too intense when she was not in her environment.

Later on, April managed to take the chastity belt off Tracy, which was a huge step in her healing progress. She could now touch herself if she wanted to. The rubber suit was a different matter; she couldn't remove it as it would be the equivalent of removing the skin from her flesh. In Tracy's head, she was still made of latex.

A month ago, Tracy spoke her first words since she had been freed, and it was "April." April had worked hard to get her to that point. She knew Tracy could understand her well, so she taught her some meditation techniques to help her remove the conditioning slowly and regain her language abilities.

Today, they were able to have simple discussions, and Tracy's progress was exponential. It was no longer delusional to think she would be back to her old self sooner rather than later. It was such a relief for April.

"Tracy, can we talk about what I did to you some more?"

"You ... still feel bad?"

"Yes. I do... When I understood my problem, I got so scared. I want to apologize all the time, but I don't feel I'm ready to receive your pardon yet. You understand?"

"I do. But it's okay. We will... recover... other?"

"It's "Together" ... not "other." Tracy, I would like to try something with you now. Are you feeling okay enough to try something difficult?"

"I ... think so."

April sat next to Tracy and wrapped her arms around her neck. Then she started unzipping the back of her latex catsuit. Her rubber girl was silent, unsure of how to react. Then she pulled her hood forward, revealing Tracy's pale skin. Her hair grew back a lot since the last time she checked.

A couple of times in the past months, with Tracy's agreement, she drugged her to render her unconscious and spent a good amount of time cleaning her thoroughly. It was hard work to put her back in the catsuit, but it was mandatory. Tracy was just not ready to see herself without her rubber skin.

But today was a big step forward. Tracy was not freaking out. It was as if she remembered that she was not really a rubber doll.

"Do you want me to touch your face a little bit?"

"... Yes... something is... different. I think... I'm okay."

"You look okay. You remember it is just a costume now?"

"Yes."

April gently placed her hand on Tracy's cheek. It felt so good that she moaned a little and leaned her head into the caress. April was bold enough to get closer and give her a small kiss on the lips.

"April! I... I remember more... a lot more. We slept together a lot, naked."

"Hehe. That's right."

"I want that now. Help me."

"Are you sure you are ready for this?"

"Yes. Show me how to remove my costume."

"Okay, but let's do it upstairs, so if you freak out again, you can just go sit in your rubber box."

There were still some details that Tracy didn't remember. In this case, she didn't know it was just a zipper on her back. But April was there to assist. She grabbed her hand and led her to the master bedroom.

After dimming the light to make the ambiance more soothing, April began to unzip Tracy's catsuit carefully, revealing a white skin that had not seen the light in a long time. Very slowly and compassionately, she peeled the latex catsuit off her wife. Tracy's skin was extremely sensitive, which gave her a very odd feeling.

Once the last foot popped out of the suit, confirming that she was naked as a worm, the two girls slid under the warm blanket and tried to hug and caress each other. Unfortunately, Tracy had a lot of trouble with all of this, notably when Tracy reached her crotch.

"AAaah! That is too sensitive!"

"Alright... I won't touch you there then... we can try later."

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, Tracy. We will take our time."

For the next two weeks, they repeatedly tried to have sex like they were having before, but Tracy's sensitivity wouldn't go away. Cuddling was fine, but every time April brushed Tracy's crotch by accident, it turned the session into something unpleasant.

April was a bit frustrated to be unable to please her wife despite all the efforts and patience she put into it. She really wanted Tracy to be able to have sex again soon. But she made a small mistake.

The next time they got in bed for a cuddle session, she whispered the word "cum" in Tracy's ear, which triggered a massive orgasm. Her wife was still strongly conditioned to react to her cum command. Tracy really enjoyed it, that was not the issue. But it reminded April so much about what they had experienced since they started the fantasy fulfillment game. She remembered all the fantastic moments she had with Tracy when she was a rubber toy.

"Tracy, tomorrow, I'll give you your first real bath."

"No. I'm too sensitive. It will hurt."

"It won't hurt. And we have to clean you a bit, even down there."

"I don't want this... It will be too hard. Make me sleep..."

"Tracy... We have to stop this, and you have to try a bath. I'm sure it will help."

"... Nooo. Maybe next week. Just make me sleep tomorrow. I promise I'll try it next week."

"Mmm... okay. But it's the last time."

"Yes."

The next day, before bath time, April made Tracy swallow some sleep pills and asked her to lay down on the bed. While Tracy was falling asleep peacefully, April went to get a bucket of warm soapy water and a sponge. She has been doing this for a while now and found it pleasant. She could touch her wife everywhere without causing her any discomfort.