He sits on the couch, motionless. It’s where he spends most of his time. He can’t very well just get up and walk away, after all. She had his arms and legs removed years ago. It was all consensual, of course. She told him her idea and he agreed, after not much thought. The way she explained it to him, it seemed to him like it was the obvious thing to do, like he would have been crazy not to accept. At the same time they had removed his vocal chords. The knew he wouldn’t need them anymore. So they both agreed it just made sense to have them done at the same time.
He breathes in deeply through his nose. He feels the cool, night air against the inside of his nostrils. It was, after all, one of the few exposed places left where he could feel anything. Part of the agreement he made with his wife was that he would be permanently encased, from head to toe (or torso, as it were) in latex. She had a custom suit especially made for him. No arms or legs, for obvious reasons, an attached hood with no eye holes, nose holes with little hoses that extended partially up into his nostrils so no skin need be exposed, a padlocked zip across his mouth, and a padlocked zip across his anus. When he happily climbed inside it, they had used a mixture of lubricant, glue and other things to help glide him in. Once settled, the mixture halted all hair growth and the glue bound the latex permanently to his skin.
He smells the fading scent of dinner in the air. He hadn’t eaten any, of course. The O-ring gag permanently affixed inside his mouth made chewing impossible. Not to mention the idea of having to deal with bowel movements from someone in his situation was out of the question. He instead received sustenance intravenously. The lack of solid food, along with a few other tweaks, meant that he no longer had solid bowel movements. All his waste was removed through urination. Through catheterisation, to be exact. It was all automated and taken care of. He had handed over so much control. He no longer even had control of his own bladder. The O-ring also actually helped with his wife’s bladder. If she was with him and didn’t want to go all the way to the bathroom, he proved to be a very convenient urine disposal system.
His body tingles as he feels the sensations from his rectum change. With no more bowel movements, his wife is free to explore her anal fantasies without restraint. He is now kept plugged 24×7, unless of course his ass is going to be used. The plug is capable of both vibration and electro-stimulation and is controlled remotely. It is capable of delivering both pleasure and pain and he has felt many mixtures of both. Right now, it is set to a moderate vibration. It’s her favourite setting when she’s using him like this. Probably because it feels good to her too.
One of the more ingenious of his wife’s ideas, he always thought, was that the suit has an outer layer which can be inflated. When fully inflated, it gives him the appearance of an oversized, comfortable pillow. Right now though, he was only very slightly inflated. Whenever his wife has visitors she inflates him and they assume he’s just an oversized pillow, albeit made of an unusual material, which they soon move past. It was interesting to have people lean on you and use you as just an object, without ever realising there’s a living, breathing person inside. The more intense of these are when she has one of her lovers over. Being used to prop up her ass or for her to rest her head on while she was being fucked was incredible. Sometimes, when she rests her head on him and her lover is busy pleasuring her, she would whisper to him through the latex, softly so that only he can hear. Telling him how good it feels, how satisfying it is compared to what he used to be like, and teasing him that other guys were getting what he could no longer have.
That’s not to say that he had no active role in their sex life. She would regularly lay him flat on his back, unzip his mouth, and ride his face to orgasm. His cock too, proved to be of some use. Just like the rest of his body, it was encased in an inflatable, latex sheath. When in the mood, she would inflate it, well beyond his original size, and ride him. Unfortunately for him, the density of the inflation meant that, although she was riding his cock, he couldn’t actually feel her. The electrodes attached to his cock though, did at least ensure he enjoyed an erection and some stimulation during these times, or whenever else his wife so chose. But stimulation would not always mean pleasure, and pleasure very rarely meant orgasm.
Those times when he got used, when he proved useful to her were among his favourite. He thoroughly enjoyed pleasuring her and enjoyed being used to assist when others were pleasuring her. But his absolute favourite times were those like he was having now. Right now his wife was curled up on the couch, watching a movie. There was nobody else there. She didn’t speak to him or acknowledge him. The only sound, beyond that of the screen, was the gentle crunch as she ate the popcorn she prepared earlier. She was using him as a pillow. Her head resting gently on his chest, one arm around him, holding him tight. These were the times he liked the best. Out of all the experiences they’d shared since agreeing to go down this path together, these were the ones that made him the happiest. He heard her breathing change and her body shift as she drifted off to sleep, snuggling deeply into her latex pillow.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5d1iqx/a_living_latex_pillow_mf_latex_cuck_anal_fdom
Love how extreme the body modification was. That is my favorite part of the story.