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They said it was an urban legend. That no one really disappeared when they saw the black figure in the old mansion. That's why Glen was out to prove them wrong, about the mansion and himself.

Glen looked like a stereotypical introverted nerd. He was an arctic fox with shaggy black head fur, a pair of thick recreational glasses, a thin build, and dressed in a messy t-shirt and loose-fitting pants. He didn't have any family--or friends for that matter. He was thrown out of his home for being bisexual, and his nerdy nature made him unpopular in school. That's why he was on his way to the nameless manor, up on the hill across town from his high school. The jocks promised to stop torturing him for the rest of his senior year if he came back with something from it.

He kept a proud stride as he walked down the street, but the moment he reached the dirt path to the old and supposedly abandoned three floor mansion, he started shaking quite a bit. The home itself looked rather well kept outside of the boarded-up windows and old iron bars along the front to protect what must have been flower beds. He knew good and well there was no one inside--the place was still for sale--so he didn't bother knocking before letting himself in.

The inside of the mansion came as a shock to him. The foyer looked like it had just been cleaned, with it's tile floors and golden banisters sparkling under the light of the chandelier that hung over his head. A very phallic-looking chandelier, among other things. The lights looked like penises with a pair of crystal balls hanging below each one, and rods of the stair railing matched them in a way that reminded him of some perverted horror parody.

"Okay, it was dark outside. How the hell did I miss seeing the lights on through the door?" he asked himself in a whisper, trying to get his mind off of the decor for a moment. "Jack said the place was empty. Someone's been here... or is here."

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. and the sound of a lock turning over made him wheel around. However, the spooky factor he was expecting was quickly replaced with fear. He thought the wind had blown the door closed, but instead, there was a tall figure standing in front of it with their arms crossed.

"Such a keen sense for a scraggly fox." They said in a muffled feminine voice. They looked like a dragon from the wings and tail, but they were covered head-to-toe in shiny black latex that gave them little more than a smooth basic shape. They also had a shiny black gas mask with one-way black mirror lenses that gave little away about their head, though the back-facing box filters made them look rather menacing. As did the thick latex boots that covered their feet. On top of that, they had a pair of large smooth breasts on their chest, but the stiff penis on their groin told Glen he was looking at either a shemale or herm.

He was having a hard time keeping his cool as he stood there, staring at the taller, muscular and clearly horny dragoness. "S-s-sorry, Ma'am. I..."

"Came here on a dare. I know." They snapped at him, their skin-tight suit squeaking with every step as they approached him. He felt much smaller just looking up at the black figure, too shaken to move. "Felix Sanders told you he'd stop picking on you if you brought something back from my home."

His eyes went wide. "H... How..."

"...did I know?" They asked with an indignant huff. "I'm a damned telepath, kid. I know you're named Glen Spinner, you're bisexual and got dumped twenty times by men and women alike. I also know you've got the hots for me at the moment, and that blush on your face proves it."

Their hand grabbed hard onto the scruff of the frightened fox's neck just before the other grabbed his shirt and effortlessly ripped it off of his body with a horrifying tear that echoed throughout the foyer. Then came his belt and pants, followed by his underwear. Unfortunately, his arousal was still betraying him as his rather thick canine shaft stood stiffly at attention.

His captor's hand suddenly loosened on his fur, but they stood toe-to-toe with him, causing him to freeze up once again. "I'll be blunt with you kid. You trespassed on my house, and I'd normally just stuff a gag in your mouth and claim you. Thing is, you're in one hell of a mess out there. No family, no friends, no nothing. So, I'll make you a deal. Just follow me, and keep your mouth shut until I say so."

He started to acknowledge the dragoness, but knowing what they said made his jaw lock up and cramp out of sheer fear. He did indeed follow them through a doorway to his right, only to find himself in what looked like a large 'study' room. It was massive, taking up two floors with two of the walls covered in nothing but books and bookshelves. Several caught his eye, mostly concerning bondage and latex fetishes. It seemed to be a running theme with the mysterious woman. However, against the wall with the door the came through was a line of matching suits and gas masks, all of them just like the one his 'hostess' wore. However, there were no boots, just simple toe-less feet.

She grabbed one set and turned to him. "Here's my offer. You can run out of my house and back to that hellhole of a town you call home, or you can stay here and serve me as my personal pet. You'll be stripped of your identity and trapped in latex, and have to serve me sexually, but you'll never have to worry about food, or grades, or anything. A loving home, at the cost of your freedom and name. What say you?"

"Umm... M-miss..." Glen stuttered, his legs shaking so hard that he dropped to his knees from being so weak.

"I have no name, as I said. I go by the title 'Masteress'." They told him, walking forward to the point that he was eye-level with their groin.

"M-masteress, won't anyone know I'm gone?" He asked, finding himself eyeing both their cock and the newly-found vaginal slit behind it. "T-the s-s-school will come l... looking for me."

He could feel Masteress give a smirk of satisfaction behind their mask. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'll send word that you've... gone on to a better life, so to speak. Besides, when I'm done training you, 'Glen Spinner' will be gone, and you'll be nothing more than a pet for me."

Masteress dropped the outfit over his head and turned around, walking away. "Put that on and think about it for a while. I'll be taking care of something and fetching a few items, just in case you make the smart choice and stay."

As soon as they were out of the room, Glen pulled the rubber outfit off of his face and looked at it. "Can't hurt to try it on, I guess." he said to himself, eying the smooth, seamless latex. There was no zipper, so he did the only thing he could and stepped into the open neck, pulling his legs into the suit's legs. It clasped tightly around them, but not painfully so. It was like a second skin. Then came his groin, where something strange happened. Expecting nothing but a bulge in place of his penis, Glen watched as the rubber seemed to take on a mind of it's own, melting around his length, sheath and balls to leave them out in the open, just in coat of black that opened up for his urethra. He decided to quickly pull the rest of it on, tucking his arms and chest in to it before letting it go just below his chin.

The suit felt warm, like a nice blanket on a cold winter day. It was also as sensitive as his own skin, letting him feel the shag carpet of the study beneath his feet. The entire thing was surreal for him. However, as he rubbed himself down, he noticed a change in his body. Two rather large mounds protruded out of his chest, and he could feel something dripping beneath his legs. Glen reached down to see what it was, and as soon as his hand rubbed over the area, he gave out a staggering but quiet moan.

"N-no way... I... I'm a fucking herm in this?" He asked himself, checking the breasts. They were sensitive to the touch, but in a completely different way. His body relaxed as he massaged them, causing a soft chirr to escape his lips. It was a heavenly sensation, like someone had just started giving him a nice rubdown in the spa he once went to.

Glen stopped after a few minutes, remembering the gas mask. He looked down at it, torn as to whether he should put it on. It didn't look all that strange outside of the two reverse-mounted hose ports and one-way black mirror lenses, but after the new features his suit gave him, he couldn't help be be wary. Still, he slipped the mask over his muzzle and pulled the zipper-less back down onto his head, and was in for another shock. The top of the mask melded around his ears, forcing them to stay upright while a soft mesh let him hear through it. Then, strangely, the entire thing moulded itself into a smooth replica of his head, holding his head just as tight as the suit was his body. Just like the suit, it felt warm, and all sense of touch passed through it like a second skin.

He felt along the mask giving a content smile from the feeling of the rubber, until he got to his neck. He searched all over, but there was no seam between the two parts. Just like Masteress, the entire thing had sealed shut. However, he didn't panic. He hadn't made his choice yet, and he was sure his hostess would be able to release him if he wanted.

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He wandered around the study as he thought about Masteress's offer. He spoke to himself, though his voice was heavily muffled by the mask he now wore. "If I stay here, she says I'll be taken care of. If I go with my freedom... what do I have? My family hates me. My school life'll turn to hell if I go back. I'll never hear the end of it from Fenix. Fuck..." The more that ran through his head, the more it hurt to even think about going back. Fenix was NFL material. He could ruin Glen's life, or at least that's how it worked out in Glen's head.

"But... No, no one'll miss me. They didn't care when I jumped from the Crossroads Bridge. What'll make 'em miss me if I just disappear? Just... just..." That was all he could take. The emotions bubbled up into his throat, and he dropped to his knees, sobbing. The pain he felt had exploded into his heart, and he couldn't stop it.

Behind him, Masteress walked through the door with a collar and leash in one hand, the other holding a small pouch. "Now you know why I offered." They told him with a sigh as they approached him. Without a word of warning, the dragoness grabbed him underneath his arms and pulled him to a nearby couch. "Come on, lie down on here."

He did as he was told, not wanting to argue. However, Masteress then pulled his head into her lap, resting it against their lap and petting him like a feral. "I may be a cruel bitch sometimes, but even I know not to hurt a victim. That's just unforgivable."

He looked up at Mastress behind the lenses of his mask, whimpering softly. "Masteress..." He was so choked up that he could barely speak. "M-Masteress... I... I don't want to go back, but..."

"...you're afraid I might hurt you." Masteress said, finishing his thought. "I promise on my honour as a dominatrix that I'll treat you well. You'll be my loving pet, and one I'll happily take care of. I won't let your pain hurt you anymore. Just promise me your obedience, and don't hurt me."

The petting felt so good to Glen, even through the mask. It caused him to relax as he laid in Masteress's lap, as if everything he was just thinking about had started to fade away. It eventually came to the point that he became so relaxed that his eyes started drooping. With a soft yawn, he looked up at the dragoness and the cold black lenses staring at him.

"Masteress... I..." He paused, the doubt still there, but also fading fast. "Please... take me. If you're going to treat me like this, I want it."

He could sense a soft smile on Masteress maw as they leaned back against the couch back to relax as well. "As long as you don't mind occasional sex, this is what you'll be getting." They told him, their tone soft and loving. "I just ask for your affection and obedience in return. You love me, and I'll love you as a member of my family."

Glen couldn't even muster the energy for an answer at first. All he could do was give a happy whimper of approval to his new owner as they pulled a thin and smooth latex collar around his neck, which sealed to his suit much like the mask had. It had no buckle, just a ring that sat against the centre of his throat. However, he was able to finally speak when a couple of questions started gnawing at the back of his head "How will I address Masteress? A female? Herm? Male?"

They pet along his head and removed the leash from the ring of the collar. "You'll address me as Masteress, as a hermaphrodite. You will start addressing yourself as 'pet', and as a herm as well. No name, just the title. 'Glen Spinner' is dead to the world, and only my pet remains. I'll help you learn that over the next few days. You have much to learn. So very, very much to learn."