April's (Latex Patsy) perspective

I hang suspended in a metal A frame, mummified from head to toe, naked in black vet wrap, Ace bandages, and duct tape. I'm not completely wrapped, as my bare breasts are hanging out, with weighted nipple clamps affixed, my ass is exposed for corrective whippings, and my shaved pussy is exposed, now with "clown hole" written on it and an arrow pointing down.

Who am I? Formerly April Yun, Korean American stand up Funny Girl and little Asian thicc girl. Now I'm Latex Patsy, submissive to four lesbian dommes, and the NSFW clown in an online fetish show, the butt, sometimes literally, of four cruel lesbos dirty jokes and pranks.

Speaking of Dommes, I'm watching one of them, Mistress Ginger, humming and watching something on a laptop. The screen is turned away from me and she's wearing headphones so I don't know what it is. My other three Dommes, Mistress Cindy, The Mistress of Misery, and Countess Cruel, would make me lower my eyes, as a scummy slave should. To them I'm just an unwilling sub, a piece of flesh tricked into cruel subservience. They get off on tormenting me, but it's nothing personal.

Mistress Ginger really enjoys flaunting the casual freedom she has that I've lost, and her power in taking it from me. She enjoys my eyes on her while I'm restrained, she seems to get off on my submissive, helpless gaze on her. "Why does Mistress Ginger hate you, Patsy?" One might ask.

Ginger and I used to be a funny girl team, and I thought the best of friends. So she was the put upon straight girl in our act, and I mocked her shyness, bisexuality, and interest in fetish stuff on and off stage? There were no hard feelings on her part, we were friends right?

I've never been so wrong. The three years of our partnership built up three years of rage and resentment at my presumed leadership of our comedic duo, ordering her around and mocking her and her interests. I'm a slave now, and I don't get told anything, but I strongly suspect this Latex Patsy gig was a trap she set for me from the beginning. I was supposed to be Mistress April, and her Latex Patsy, but it seems there was another plan.

Now my gaze rests on Mistress Ginger, and my feelings churn. Helpless rage, l did nothing to deserve this, Ginger, damn you! You broke up my relationship with my boyfriend Craig with stupid fake texts! You turned me into a fucking slave! I'm literally destroyed and hollow inside, a shell of the humourous, extroverted woman I was. From the constant casual abuse from you and the other four "Dommes"! Rot in Hell, you cruel bitch!

Of course, the truth is, I'm in hell, and my keeper is casually humming, perusing her laptop. All I can do is watch, not move or speak, as I feel the perspiration between my wrap and my naked skin. So hot and thirsty; my big Asian ass is itching, but I can't scratch...

Mistress Ginger casually glances at me and I lower my eyes. She giggles."It's okay I like you looking at me, silly." I cautiously raise my eyes to gaze at my young Domme.

The slender young girl is wearing a black frilly, gothic blouse and a black Miniskirt with fake silver studs. The ensemble was completed with black fishnet stockings and black leather tall lace up boots.

She radiated power and authority, at least over my nude, helpless Asian butt. Ginger's nervous gaze waiting for my instructions always made my eyes roll. Mistress Ginger's gaze makes me shudder with fear, as much as I can in the strict wraps and bondage I'm always trapped inside of.

She was like a character from Star Trek's Mirror Universe; the polar opposite of her Prime Universe Counterpart.

The effect was heightened when she stands up and struts towards me, my gaze dropping to the silver upside down pentagram hanging between her petite, perky breasts. What the Fuck, despite her pervy inclinations, in public Ging had always been a good Christian girl. I had to bully her into cursing when we were on stage. Her Girl Next door persona made a hoot to make fun of her being bi and into BDSM. At least for me and our audience.

How could my Ging and Mistress Ginger be the same person. How?

My blond tormentor walks until she stands almost nose to nose with me. I see her hands move in my peripheral vision, I'd flinch, if I could move. Turns out all she's doing is adjusting and smoothing out my wrappings around my eyes to give me a better field of vision. When she's done she gives me an evil, predatory smile.

"There, that's better, Patsy. I thought about blindfolding you in wrap when you're like this, alone with me. But I like this much better, you're immobilized, watching me live my life freely, futilely wishing for the freedom I take for granted. You can't move or speak, like you're in a nightmare. I bet your nose is starting to itch, too, and I'm not going to scratch it."

Speak of the devil. As soon as she mentions it my nose starts to itch, my muscles reflexively try to move against the wrap, but that casual freedom is gone. All I can do is stare mutely back at my Mistress with wide eyes.

She chuckles softly "I'm going to smile to myself later at the hair salon, thinking of you stuck here, like this. And I'm going to use your credit card." She gloatingly holds it up in my face.

Again, I curse my own laziness and irresponsibility, pushing off routine things of my life on Ginger. The power I gave her, like being an authorized user on my credit card, made it easier for her to trap me.

She smiles "You're wondering about the premiere episode of Latex Patsy and Mistress Ginger, aren't you? I have an idea that I can't wait to share with you." I definitely can wait, I have a feeling I'm not going to like it.

Each episode starts with Ginger on stage in her fetish outfit doing a stand up routine. I'm next to her in my Latex Patsy outfit, basically a head to toe female gimp suit with my girl parts hanging out. My arms are bindered behind my back, and my clit is clamped, as well as with a leash attached to a screw eye embedded in the stage. . I'm the straight girl and butt of most of her jokes; if she feels I'm lagging, she steps on my clit leash, whips my bare ass, and slaps me upside the head. I also might get the old sprayed with a seltzer bottle or hit with a cream pie.

Then it segues into a skit, with my Dommes, myself, and of course me, Latex Patsy.

The first Skit, I'm tethered in front of our production building in my Latex Patsy suit, my arms bindered with a sign saying "Clown Services" hung around my neck.

A clown happens by in an ice cream truck, sees the sign, and looks like he had an idea. He untethers me and leads me to the passenger seat in his truck, strapping me in while I mmmph in protest. He flicks my right nipple hard and makes a "Shhh" gesture, finger to his lips, quieting me down.

Just as I'm pulling out, Mistress Cindy sees him taking me, and corals all the other Dommes to give chase in Ginger's Trans-Am.

The bulk of the skit switches between my Dommes trying to catch the clown, and me restrained in the passenger seat, mmmmphing terrified at the clowns's crazy driving. At one point when he's sure he's given my Dommes the slip, he pulls over. He leers at me, and starts fondling my left breast and rubbing my exposed twat. I'm wide eyed, mmmphing in protest at his molesting me, which he ignores.

They finally corner him, and fan out on either side of his truck with assault rifles. He gets out and falls to his knees begging. He saw "Clown Services" and assumed I was free use, there was no contact information on the sign. He then shows my Dommes on his phone that he has a good sized bank account and will pay well for my services.

My Dommes concede their mistake and like the amount he's offering. The viewer isn't privy to the business plan, but Mistress Cindy whispers it in my ear. I start mmmphing objections and Mistress Ginger storms over and claps her hand over my nose, cutting off my air until I shut up.

The last scene is the Clown's adult ice cream truck ambling slowly along playing good humor muzak, the clown happily driving and waving. I'm tethered to the back bumper, trotting slowly along in my Latex Patsy suit, the clowns business sign around my neck. I look, hot, tired and miserable; but my Dommes are following behind in Ginger's Trans-Am to make sure I don't slack. And that's the end.

The last part is Ginger and I back on stage again. She makes one last joke at my expense, then says in a bubbly voice "Goodbye, everybody." and waves. She slaps me upside the head and orders me to mmmmph "Goodbye, Masters and Mistresses which I do, making the audience laugh and applaud. Then the program ends.

I'd find it hilarious if some other girl was Latex Patsy. Guess how I feel that it's me? Oh, joy.

Mistress Ginger makes a big production of looking at her phone. "Patsy, I'd love to chat some more, but my Hair Salon appointment is coming up. Don't worry Countess Cruel and The Mistress Of Misery are coming to watch you. Bye, Patsy."

I hate those two fetish cunts. They're total bitches to me, and when they get horny...things happen between us...very intimate...

As my former best friend turns her back on me, my eyes bore into a back. Please, just one glance to show you still see me as a person, not a thing. Mistress Ginger walks away from me without a single glance backward.

April's (Latex Patsy) perspective

I hang suspended in a metal A frame, mummified from head to toe, naked in black vet wrap, Ace bandages, and duct tape. I'm not completely wrapped, as my bare breasts are hanging out, with weighted nipple clamps affixed, my ass is exposed for corrective whippings, and my shaved pussy is exposed, now with "clown hole" written on it and an arrow pointing down.

Who am I? Formerly April Yun, Korean American stand up Funny Girl and little Asian thicc girl. Now I'm Latex Patsy, submissive to four lesbian dommes, and the NSFW clown in an online fetish show, the butt, sometimes literally, of four cruel lesbos dirty jokes and pranks.

Speaking of Dommes, I'm watching one of them, Mistress Ginger, humming and watching something on a laptop. The screen is turned away from me and she's wearing headphones so I don't know what it is. My other three Dommes Mistress Cindy, The Mistress of Misery, and Countess Cruel, would make me lower my eyes, as a scummy slave should. To them I'm just an unwilling sub, a piece of flesh tricked into cruel subservience. They get off on tormenting me, but it's nothing personal.

Mistress Ginger really enjoys flaunting the casual freedom she has that I've lost, and her power in taking it from me. She enjoys my eyes on her while I'm restrained, she seems to get off on my submissive, helpless gaze on her. "Why does Mistress Ginger hate you, Patsy?" One might ask.

Ginger and I used to be a funny girl team, and I thought the best of friends. So she was the put upon straight girl in our act, and I mocked her shyness, bisexuality, and interest in fetish stuff on and off stage? There were no hard feelings on her part, we were friends right?

I've never been so wrong. The three years of our partnership built up three years of rage and resentment at my presumed leadership of our comedic duo, ordering her around and mocking her and her interests. I'm a slave now, and I don't get told anything, but I strongly suspect this Latex Patsy gig was a trap she set for me from the beginning. I was supposed to be Mistress April and her Latex Patsy, but it seems there was another plan.

Now my gaze rests on Mistress Ginger, and my feelings churn. Helpless rage, l did nothing to deserve this, Ginger, damn you! You broke up my relationship with my boyfriend Craig with stupid fake texts! You turned me into a fucking slave! I'm literally destroyed and hollow inside, a shell of the humourous, extroverted woman I was. From the constant casual abuse from you and the other four "Dommes"! Rot in Hell, you cruel bitch!

Of course, the truth is, I'm in hell, and my keeper is casually humming, perusing her laptop. All I can do is watch, not move or speak, as I feel the perspiration between my wrap and my naked skin. So hot and thirsty; my big Asian ass is itching, but I can't scratch...

Mistress Ginger casually glances at me and I lower my eyes. She giggles."It's okay I like you looking at me, silly." I cautiously raise my eyes to gaze at my young Domme.

The slender young girl is wearing a black frilly, gothic blouse and a black Miniskirt with fake silver studs. The ensemble was completed with black fishnet stockings and black leather tall lace up boots.

She radiated power and authority, at least over my nude, helpless Asian butt. Ginger's nervous gaze waiting for my instructions always made my eyes roll. Mistress Ginger's gaze made me shudder with fear, as much as I could in the strict wraps and bondage I'm always trapped inside of.

She was like a character from Star Trek's Mirror Universe; the polar opposite of her Prime Universe Counterpart.

The effect was heightened when she stood up and strutted towards me, my gaze dropping to the silver upside down pentagram hanging between her petite, perky breasts. What the Fuck, despite he pervy inclinations, in public Ging had always been a good Christian girl. I had to bully her into cursing when we were on stage. Her Girl Next door persona made it more fun to make fun of her being bi and into BDSM.

How could my Ging and Mistress Ginger be the same person. How?

My blond tormentor walks until she stands almost nose to nose with me. I see her hands move in my peripheral vision, I'd flinch, if I could move. Turns out all she's doing is adjusting and smoothing out my wrappings around my eyes to give me a better field of vision. When she's done she gives me an evil, predatory smile.

"There, that's better, Patsy. I thought about blindfolding you in wrap when you're like this, alone with me. But I like this much better, you're immobilized, watching me live my life freely, futilely wishing for the freedom I take for granted. You can't move or speak, like you're in a nightmare. I bet your nose is starting to itch, too, and I'm not going to scratch it."

Speak of the devil. As soon as she mentions it my nose starts to itch, my muscles reflexively try to move against the wrap, but that casual freedom is gone. All I can do is stare mutely back at my Mistress with wide eyes.

She chuckles softly "I'm going to smile to myself later at the hair salon, thinking of you stuck here, like this. And I'm going to use your credit card." She gloatingly holds it up in my face.

Again, I curse my own laziness and responsibility, pushing off routine things of my life on Ginger. The power I gave her, like being an authorized user on my credit card, made it easier for her to trap me.

She smiled "You're wondering about the premiere episode of Latex Patsy and Mistress Ginger, aren't you? I have an idea I can't wait to share with you." I definitely can wait, I have a feeling I'm not going to like it.

Each episode starts with Ginger on stage in her fetish outfit doing a stand up routine. I'm next to her in my Latex Patsy out got, basically a head to toe female gimp suit with my girl parts hanging out. My arms are bindered behind my back, and my clit is clamped, as well as with a leash attached to a screw eye embedded in the stage. . I'm the straight girl and butt of most of her jokes; if she feels I'm lagging, she steps on, my clit leash, whips my bare ass, and slaps me upside the head. I also might get the old sprayed with a seltzer bottle or hit with a cream pie.

Then it segues into a skit, with my Dommes, myself, and of course me, Latex Patsy.

The first Skit, I'm tethered in front of a building in my Latex Patsy suit, my arms bindered with a sign saying "Clown Services" hung around my neck.

A clown happens by in an ice cream truck, sees the sign, and looks like he had an idea. He untethers me and leads me to the passenger seat in his truck, strapping me in while I mmmph in protest.

Just as I'm pulling out, Mistress Cindy sees him taking me, and corals all the other Dommes to give chase in Ginger's Trans-Am.

The bulk of the skit switches between my Dommes trying to catch the clown, and me restrained in the passenger seat, mmmmphing terrified at the clowns's crazy driving.

They finally corner him, and fan out on either side of his truck with assault rifles. He gets out and falls to his knees begging. He saw "Clown Services" and assumed I was free use, there was no contact information on the sign. He then shows my Dommes on his phone that he has a good sized bank account and will pay well for my services.

My Dommes concede their mistake and like the amount he's offering. The viewer isn't privy to the business plan, but Mistress whispers it in my ear. I start mmmphing objections and Ginger claps her hand over my nose, cutting off my air until I shut up.

The last scene is the Clowns adult ice cream truck ambling slowly along playing good humor muzak, the clown happily driving and waving. I'm tethered to the back bumper, trotting slowly along in my Latex Patsy suit, the clowns business sign around my neck. I look, hot, tired and miserable; but my Dommes are following behind in Ginger's Trans-Am to make sure I don't slack. And that's the end.

The last part is Ginger and I back on stage again. She makes one last joke at my expense, then says in a bubbly voice "Goodbye, everybody." and waves. She slaps me upside the head and orders me to mmmmph "Goodbye, Masters and Mistresses which I do. Then the program ends.n

I'd find it hilarious if some other girl was Latex Patsy. Guess how I feel that it's me? Oh, joy.

Mistress Ginger makes a big production of looking at her phone. "Patsy, I'd love to chat some more, but my Hair Salon appointment is coming up. Don't worry Countess Cruel and The Mistress Of Misery are coming to watch you. Bye, Patsy."

I hate those two fetish cunts. They're total bitches to me, and when they get horny...things happen between us.

As my former best friend turns her back on me, my eyes bore into a back. Please, just one glance to show you still see me as a person, not a thing. Mistress Ginger walks away from me without a single glance backward.

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