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Nerves were nothing new for Em. She had lived with them on a daily basis before the Spread, and though they had ebbed significantly in the years since, the ingrained self-assurance that came with goddesshood had not eliminated them completely. For all the ways the Latex World Order had changed her life, dispelling her innate anxieties was not one of them.
Still, Em defied anybody not to be nervous under the circumstances. Standing in the large shadowy chamber wearing her finest latex, she was so far out of her comfort zone that even the memory of it was hazy. She stood in a pool of light cast by the red neon lights embedded in the wall, their glow reflecting off outfit and skin alike, but beyond her island of illumination she could see nothing.
Em knew that most goddesses would have relished what was about to happen. But she was not like her sisters-in-latex.
Ever since the Spread she had been different. For almost every other goddess the corruptive rain had rewritten them down to their very souls. With both their inhibitions and morals stripped clean away the new women had willingly abandoned their old lives, embraced their newfound power, and savoured every second thereafter of the endless hedonism their new latex-clad society could provide.
For Em, things had gone differently. While the Spread had granted her the body of a goddess, the effect on her mind had been far less significant. Echoes of her old psyche still endured and she lacked the drive to dominate and control that defined her peers. True, she shared many similarities with them, from her disgust of the Originals to her unyielding need to be wrapped in glossy latex, but that didn’t make her differences any less noticeable. If anything, it only served to highlight them further, emphasising the fact that she was a goddess in almost every respect except the most important: in her soul.
Em knew she was not alone. It was common knowledge that the Spread was not one-hundred percent effective. Some natural genetic variation even made certain women entirely immune to its effects. Nevertheless, flawed transformations were few and far between and she knew of only two others in the city. In both cases the women had been corrupted into latex-addicted bombshells, but rather than crave domination they had been imbued with the perpetual need for submission instead. Of course, in a world of Dominatrices submission was not hard to come by, and both women had easily found Mistresses to serve.
Unfortunately, Em’s shyness was not so easy to make use of. She had no desire to dominate nor submit, preferring instead to keep largely to herself. She hadn’t even picked a new name, not really, opting to simply go by the first letter of her old name. Even that was frowned upon, but while she no longer identified with the name of the woman she used to be before the Spread, she also did not feel like enough of a goddess inside to identify as one.
Once the chaos of the Spread had settled and the Latex World Order had risen from the ashes, Em had taken up a quiet position in the old city library. Her passion for books and learning was another thing that had persisted into her new life, and though she was technically a librarian, given that no goddesses ever visited the library anymore there was nobody to distract her from reading as much and as long as she liked. A handful of dronified Originals were also put to work to keep the place running, so on the rare occasion the whim took her Em could use them to satisfy her needs, but for the most part she was content to let them go about their roles while she lost herself in her books and avoided the world outside.
That had been her life for years after the Spread. Then she’d met Madame Shameless.
As if alert to Em’s thoughts, Shameless’ voice drifted out of the dark. ‘Are you ready, beautiful?’
No. The voice in her head responded on instinct, thick with self-doubt. But Em knew better than to listen to it.
‘Yes, my queen.’
‘Then join us,’ came the sultry reply.
When the lights came up, they illuminated a huge space with little to fill it. The walls had been whitewashed so poorly there were more bricks visible than paint and the metal roof was held up by wooden beams warped with age. Only the floor seemed anywhere near new, formed of a uniform black material that visually resembled rubber but lacked the bounce. Given the distinct lack of the sleek modernism that was so prominent in goddess-designed structures, this was clearly a building built before the Spread, probably as some kind of warehouse. Indeed, it stood on the very outskirts of the city in what was once the old industrial district.
Tonight the vast space was almost entirely empty. All it contained was a few lights, a broad leather-padded plinth, and two very familiar faces.
Even amongst Latex World Order bulls, the naked man was a particularly striking specimen. Though he lacked some of the normal bulk, almost every inch of his torso was covered in tattoos. From the roaring tiger that dominated his abs to the intricate sleeves stretching from shoulder to wrist, each design was inked so skilfully they were almost enough to distract from the thick, rigid cock sat beneath the tiger’s lower jaw. Fittingly he was known as Ink, and he was the former husband of Madame Shameless. After the Spread he had agreed to become her permanent slave, and though she allowed him to keep his body she’d spent so long editing his brain that barely an echo of his original psyche remained.
Then of course there was Shameless herself. Stood beside her plaything, her sultry figure was wrapped in a stunning latex ensemble that mirrored Em’s own. A gleaming dress with a neckline that plunged below her breasts; glossy leggings descending to intimidating platform heels; gloves that rose almost to the shoulders and were held tight by corset-style straps. And around her waist and neck were locked a set of golden metal clasps connected by a chain that slotted into the gap of her cleavage. Her dark hair was tied back and her abundant tattoos peeked out from the edges of her outfit, as if enticing anybody brave enough to come and peel it off to see what treasures lay beneath.
Her crimson lips were curled into a smile as Em approached. ‘I’ve been waiting a long time for this night,’ she said.
‘Then I shall endeavour not to disappoint,’ Em replied.
And with that Em lay down on the padded plinth, opened her mouth, and allowed Ink to feed his firm dick between her lips.
The sensation of the bull’s head pressing down her throat did wonders to soothe Em’s nerves. By now she had lost count of how many times she had fed on him, how many times she had simply let instinct take over and gorged herself until he was drained and gasping. The sordid taste scattered her anxieties like dead leaves on an autumn breeze.
But it was Madame Shameless’ touch that crushed them completely.
She moved in slowly. First caressing Em’s lower legs, then rising to stroke her inner thighs, followed by gloved fingers feathering between the folds of Em’s wet pussy which was bare beneath her dress. As those fingers edged gradually deeper the Domme shifted higher so her free hand was splayed across Em’s chest and her head hovered above her navel. A few kisses planted across Em’s latex-wrapped stomach gave way to impish nibbles which tugged at the material, which in turn developed into long, sensual strokes of her tongue. All the while her gaze was fixed on Em as she continued to hungrily service their shared man.
‘That’s it, gorgeous. Take what you need from him. He is yours to use any way you choose. All bulls are. All studs and slaves and sissies are yours to own. Accept that. Embrace it. Take your satisfaction from him.’
As always, Em’s response was not like that of other Dommes. Most of her peers would have pinned him down and feasted; the rest would have teased him to the brink of insanity. But Em’s style of manipulation was far more subtle. She sucked slowly, sensually, her tongue dancing around his shaft when he drove in and her lips toying with his head when he slid out. Without so much as lifting a finger she soon had Ink shuddering with every thrust. Driven by a need for more, the bull hooked two fingers beneath the chain lying across her chest and used it to lift her higher.
To the untrained eye Em looked as if she was the one being controlled. But Madame Shameless knew better. In truth Em was using Ink’s own lust against him, biding her time until he reached such a state of orgasmia that he ecame her puppet in mind, body and soul.
Watching her protégé with impish pride, Shameless reflected on just how few of the countless goddesses who’d visited this warehouse could hold a candle to Em’s skills of manipulation.
When the building came under her ownership she had immediately set about repurposing it to provide pleasure on an industrial scale. In the end, the method she chose to achieve this goal was as simple as it was eloquent, for Shameless only made a single change: a new floor. More specifically, a new floor made of countless nanobots capable of taking on the form of any item of furniture imaginable, right down to the atomic structure of the material. Collectively they enclosed the whole warehouse in a neural field which attuned the nanobots to the brain activity of any goddess who entered. The net result was that a goddess only had to think up what furniture they wanted and the nanobots would rise out of the floor to make it a reality.
Unsurprisingly, Madame Shameless used her refurbished warehouse the same way any self-respecting nymphomaniac would: to host the largest, most hedonistic orgies within a thousand miles. Even the House of Deviance could not match the sheer scale of Shameless’ salacious parties. One time her warehouse had even played host to a full quarter of the city’s Dommes, during which the depravity had continued for well over a month.
Yet during all those carnal carnivals, Madame Shameless had rarely seen a goddess break the mould like Em. Almost all those transformed by the Spread had been infused with a lust so savage it inevitably required equal savagery to satisfy. Even Shameless often found herself possessed with the euphoria that came with shattering the mind of yet another helpless slave.
But Em’s quiet, scheming approach to domination was an inspired break from the norm, and one that Madame Shameless always relished the chance to observe – especially when her protégé was on form. Fortunately, tonight was one of those nights.
‘Fuck, the taste of your cock is making me so horny,’ Em whined. She spoke with the kind of needy breathlessness few goddesses would be caught dead voicing, but Shameless knew it was all just part of her ploy.
Keen to assist her student, Shameless stopped fingering Em and held her hand up for Ink to see. Twinkling ribbons of pussy nectar were strung between her gloved digits. ‘She’s not lying. You’ve got her dripping wet.’
Triumph blossoming over his face, Ink immediately began manhandling Em into a new position – which, of course, was exactly what she wanted him to do.
Erotic delight rushed through Em’s body as Ink drove into her from behind. With the hem of her dress flicked up the jiggle of her pale ass was visible with each thrust, a view which only seemed to fuel the bull’s lust even further. Increasing his pace more with every passing minute he was soon grunting like a rutting beast, and when Madame Shameless slid up to straddle Em’s prone body he reached out to snatch her dress, a move which had two benefits: additional leverage with which to pull himself hard into Em’s cunt, and the opportunity to spank Shameless’ bare ass whenever the urge took him.
Leaning in, Madame Shameless whispered softly in Em’s ear. ‘You clever little thing. You’re toying with his desires and he doesn’t even know it. To think that when we met you were making do with library drones when you had all this talent inside.’
Basking in the pleasure of Ink’s driving dick, Em smiled. ‘Just wait until you see what I’ve got coming. Trust me, you’re going to love every second.’
If it even works. For all you know your little experiment is going to be a total failure. You think she will bother to associate with you then? Or will she cast you back to your solitude?
In the past the harsh voice of self-doubt would have set Em’s thoughts reeling. But now she simply chuckled. Because as strong as her nerves were, the influence of her mentor was even stronger, and in the past two years Madame Shameless had shown her the true potential hiding within her own soul.
Their paths had first crossed at the House of Deviance. Em hadn’t actually wanted to be there. And if it wasn’t for Mistress Ecstasy she wouldn’t have been. Their friendship predated the Spread and she was one of the few goddesses who ever deigned to interact with Em at all, but Ecstasy had a persistent habit of dragging Em along as her plus one to all manner of salacious events. Deep down, a part of Em was grateful – her friend was only trying to help her find her place in this sordid new society – but no matter where they went a part of her just wanted to be back in her library with her books and drones.
They had come across Madame Shameless in the Bull Pit. Clad in only a pair of red latex stockings, she was gleefully relishing her position at the heart of a crowd of hung studs, all of whom were taking turns to ravage her insatiable holes. Her tattooed body glistened with sweat and erotic mania was written over her face as scores of voyeurs watched her voraciously drain her playthings cumshot by cumshot. For a while Goddess Deviance herself had even been amongst the gathered onlookers, her stunning figure wrapped in a floor-length red latex gown while the crimson fingers of her latex evening glove worked feverishly over her sex.
Enraptured by the spectacle, it had not taken long before the audience had started to join in the depravity. One by one they had succumbed to the atmosphere of oppressive lust until the Bull Pit had become the site of a wild, wicked orgy into which Ecstasy threw herself with glee. Slaves had screamed, bulls had grunted, goddesses had howled – and Em had tucked herself quietly into a corner to masturbate.
It had been hours before the orgasmia abated. When it did the Bull Pit was a heaving mass of latex and limbs, Domme and sub alike exhausted to the brink of unconsciousness. All except for two: Em and Madame Shameless.
Approaching the quiet young goddess, Shameless had been immediately fascinated. It was well known that watching Shameless at work was an aphrodisiac unlike any other, and she had never once met a goddess capable of resisting the urge to give in to their deepest desires when in her presence. Yet Em was the exception. More intriguing still, Shameless could sense a hidden seductress lurking just beneath the surface – an aura of suppressed lust buried so deep it was almost imperceptible. But the seasoned nympho knew a natural-born Dominatrix when she saw one, even if Em herself was oblivious to her true potential.
From that point on, Madame Shameless had made it her mission to uncage Em’s secret goddess.
‘I think you should come with me, beautiful,’ she’d purred, her stunning curves twinkling with cum and lube while perspiration plastered hair across her skin in damp strands.
In spite of her sheltered lifestyle Em knew what an honour it was to simply be addressed by Madame Shameless, let alone interact with her. So when the entrancing Domme took Em’s hand and led her from the Bull Pit she made no attempt to resist. Still, it came as a shock when Shameless suggested they take things back to Em’s library.
‘But… there’s nothing there for a real goddess. Just a few drones and all the books nobody reads anymore. Nothing to excite somebody like you.’
Shameless simply smiled. ‘Trust me, little one. I want to know what makes you tick. And there’s no better place to learn than in your happy place. Besides, there must be something there for a real goddess, otherwise you wouldn’t like it so much.’
Blushing furiously, Em had made no further objections. And as soon as Madame Shameless stepped into her library their lives had become irrevocably entangled. Teacher and student; mentor and protégé; lover and lover – their connection had rapidly evolved in a whirlwind of sex and sin. Anywhere Shameless went, Em was her shadow, the more experienced goddess tirelessly teasing out the flower from the weeds with a mixture of encouragement, training, and a shared sex life hotter than all Em’s favourite erotic stories combined.
Tonight was the culmination of that work, and Em had never wanted anything more in her life. Shameless had trimmed away her nerves so that she could flourish. Now it was time she proved she was deserving of all that effort.
By now Em was riding their bull. Ink lay below her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pumped up into her rosy wet sex. His broad hands cupped her ass, supporting her as she bounced needily, and based on the way he was shaking she suspected he had figured out he was not the one in control. Indeed, he had already finished in her once, but she hadn’t paused to let him recover. Thanks to Latex World Order genetic technology all bulls were engineered to have almost limitless stamina, but that didn’t make the post-nut drop any less intense, at least not without mental changes. Mental changes that Madame Shameless had refused to implement. As such all Ink could do was gasp and groan as Em gladly pushed him beyond his limit.
‘You’re so fucking hot, you know that?’ Madame Shameless was kneeling beside her. A gloved hand slid up Em’s back as she spoke. ‘Training you has changed my life. Even if you don’t think you’re a true goddess, you’ll always be one to me.’
Then Madame Shameless was kissing her – and Em’s secret was finally revealed.
The moment they locked lips the older goddess lost all control. Suddenly addicted to Em’s sweet taste she was consumed by the need for more and all decorum was abandoned as she kissed her protégé hard and deep and sloppy. Her moans filled Em’s mouth, her hands came up to seize her face, her body writhed and squirmed. At the same time her strength steadily ebbed away. The longer they kissed the weaker her movements became and her body began to sag. Nevertheless, her need for Em was overwhelming, and she clung desperately to the pale woman’s body until the last ounce of strength was torn away.
All the while Em continued to calmly ride her bull as if nothing was happening.
When Madame Shameless finally collapsed, she was in a state no bull or goddess had ever driven her too before. Her chest heaving she giggled deliriously, one hand fingering her wet sex and the other groping her tits.
A delighted grin spread over Em’s lips as she lifted herself free of Ink’s cock, the bull giving a relieved whimper as her pussy slid away. Kneeling beside the other goddess Em stroked aside an errant lock from her mentor’s face.
‘Surprise,’ she smirked, chuckling as Shameless’ unfocused gaze found her. ‘I hope you like being mindless, my love, because from now on I can steal all your brains with just a single kiss. For the record, you only have yourself to thank for this: you always told me my greatest strength was my intelligence. I’m just proving you right.’
‘How?’ Shameless asked.
‘It was simple really. Goddesses have had neural technology for years, I just adapted it for my own needs. Most of the time we use it to control the minds of our slaves, but I expanded those capabilities to include goddesses too. With my new implant your mind is my plaything. The chip emits a constant energy field that can interfere with and manipulate the brain activity of anybody within range. To put it another way, I can hack your psyche and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.
‘Of course, some things require the subject to be closer than others,’ she went on. ‘Take brain draining, for instance. I can leech almost every point of a subject’s IQ in a matter of seconds, but the transfer requires skin-to-skin contact to work.’ Em grinned impishly. ‘But I guess you’ve already figured that out. The effects are only temporarily – a day or so at most – though if you’re a good girl I could give you some brains back if I choose to.’
Even though she was buzzing with erotic power, when Em leaned down to kiss Madame Shameless’ forehead the motion was tender.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered, resting her brow on her mentor’s. ‘You believed in me even when I didn’t. You were right: I never saw myself as a true goddess. Not until I met you. But now I’m more than that. I can be the goddess of goddesses. Their thoughts are mine to control. Their desires are my playground. And all because you saw a shy girl and refused to let her remain a slave to her nerves. Thank you.’
For the briefest moment raw pride shone through Shameless’ vapid expression. ‘That’s my girl. I’m yours, Em.’
The younger goddess raised an eyebrow. ‘Em? Oh no, Em is gone. If I’m going to be a real goddess, then I deserve an appropriate title.’ Her eyes glittered devilishly. ‘You may call me Lady Mesmer.’
Before Madame Shameless could respond, the new Domme put her manipulative powers to use.
Ink surged abruptly to his feet, following the wordless command she had sent through the neural field. All his exhaustion was erased, as was the tormented expression on his face, and instead his entire body was tense with carnal hunger. Grabbing Shameless roughly by the hips he dragged her to the edge of the plinth before hefting both legs up to rest against his powerful chest. Her tight sex twinkled just in front of his cock, exposed and vulnerable.
Meanwhile, Lady Mesmer’s sex was also glistening. More importantly, it hovered barely an inch above Shameless’ face. The brain-drained Domme clung to Mesmer’s legs and lapped desperately at the air, but she was unable to raise her head and feast thanks to a mental order to remain still.
Locking eyes with Ink, the doubtful inner voice that had plagued her for so long succumbed to a far sultrier tone – the same which now played through the bull’s head. You’re going to fuck her until I order you to stop. No matter how many times you cum you won’t tire. I want you to make her scream. And if you fail then I’ll make you scream.
Then, with both bull and goddess at her mercy, Lady Mesmer lowered her hips and laughed as a medley of slapping skin and muffled moans echoed through the warehouse…
Thanks for reading!
Here we are again. Another year, another Latex World Order instalment.
For me, LWO is one of those rare storylines that never seems to run dry. Even now I have ideas for another half a dozen additions, and as those who’ve read these stories since the beginning will know I always like linking new additions into those I’ve already released. This piece is no exception, since if it wasn’t already abundantly obvious the initial meeting between Em and Madame Shameless took place on the same day as 2023’s House of Deviance.
Alas, while the ideas are always there, the time to write them is more elusive. Given that it marked the very genesis of my blog, LWO will always hold a special place in my heart and as such I never put any constraints on new instalments. I don’t try to limit myself to a certain length; I don’t skimp on exploration of the psyches of the characters; I don’t reject the urge to flesh out the lore and worldbuilding of the wider world even if it isn’t always relevant to the plot. I simply enjoy the chance to write a new story of lust, latex and as much devilish corruption as I please. Unsurprisingly that often results in these stories being on the longer side, and so the time they take to write tends to restrict me to doing less of them than I’d ideally like.
So, if I don’t release another one until this time next year, then I hope you enjoyed this! And please feel free to let me know if there are any characters from previous LWO stories you’d like for me to revisit.
Also, for those who aren’t already aware, every year I take a short break over July. Therefore there will be no new stories next month, however I will be back in August with a big summer series. At the time I’m scheduling this story in late May I still have 3 chapters and the epilogue to write, so it is very much still a work in progress, however I’ve been making good headway, and by the time you’re reading this I’m hoping to have everything as close to finished as I can. That way I’ll have plenty of time to edit the full thing and make it as good as it can be.
Regardless, I’d like to thank my readers for supporting my blog throughout this first half of 2025, and I hope to see you in August for round two!
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