Kristal's Changed Life

By JG Leathers

My name is Kristal Strang and I am now a rubber animal.

JG Leather’s brings us another wild tale that only he can tell. Kristal’s Changed Life, inspired by Celine’s Seduction to Rubber, is the story of Kristal Strang and her unwilling rubber transformation.

Kristal, your average nineteen year old, had lost her mother at an early age. Wild, rebellious and flaunting a great body, she has to try everything at least once; drugs, alcohol, and tons of sex. Thinking she is fooling her strict and dominant father, she goes so far as to have an affair with an older woman whom she looks to for motherly advice.

Unfortunately for Kristal, her father knows all after having her spied on by private investigators. After months of conversations, renovations and planning, he informs Kristal they are moving out to the country. She is devastated by the news, but is definitely not prepared for what comes next.

When arriving at the new estate, Kristal is introduced to Frau Baxter, her new governess. At dinner, it is explained to her that though she is nineteen, she is to be fiercely disciplined by the domineering woman. Kristal finds herself very drowsy after dinner and lets Frau Baxter lead her to her rooms for sleep. Groggily the next morning, she wakes to find she has been completely bound to her bed by her wrists, neck and ankles. Shrieking and sobbing, Kristal is inconsolable. The worst, however, is when Frau Baxter explains that this is indeed part of her “correction” and she is now completely under her control.

After a harrowing first day, where she is stripped of all hair, force fed a gluey mush substance, is encased in her Initial Training Ensemble and sent to the “Contemplation Chamber”, Kristal is frantic and cannot understand why her father would do this to her. Little does she know that this first part will be the easiest.

With a true gift for description, JG Leather’s is able to make you feel as though the reader is the one encased in rubber, bound in cuffs, pierced in multiple places, and desperate to escape.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Flamingo Media LLC
• Release date: May 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781935897606

JG Leathers

IS IT IN THE GENES OR IN THE JEANS?JG-Leathers is a combination of letters that says as much about me as can be managed in a short time. Basically, they started off referring to the harness designs that I began to create a long time ago (back in the late 1970's); but over the years I've adopted the combination as a whole persona, if you will, that covers my "scene" identity.Now, I use the conglomeration for a pen name, e-mail address, my logo on drawings and sketches, and damned near everything else I do that's "scene" related in my life.I suppose I came from the womb with kink embedded in my genes and it just matured into what you see now as JG-Leathers. From my earliest memories, I've always been fascinated with harnesses and controlling devices. I can remember a lot of funny and (unaware of my obsession at those moments of my life) seemingly inconsequential little scenes along my way to hell and perdition, or if you prefer, the point at which I currently find myself in life.At about age 18, I finally began to make some sense of the world, and knew that THIS was the general direction in which I was headed. I ran across some "scene" oriented magazines and comics, and then shortly after, found that I could actually go out and buy the restraints that were advertised. Being of a somewhat limited income, I scrimped and saved desperately, then mailed off my money to one of these places, and when the gear finally came, I had to go down to the local Customs Bonded Warehouse and claim it, pay my taxes and duty on the merchandise, and submit myself to the scrutiny of a cod-fish eyed representative of Her Majesty's Officialdom.I went through the whole process a couple of times, then finally reached the point where I said to myself, "Hell! You can draw a little! You're not bad with tools, and you can design stuff!" I suppose you could say the light suddenly came on, and so off I went to the local craft store and bought my first leather, rivets, buckles, and a set of hand tools. From that point on, I've never bought another piece of bondage gear I couldn't make myself. Really, all I need is a quick glimpse of a particular piece of equipment, and I can come pretty close with a fully-functional and matching design in very short order, be it in leather, rubber or metal.On my next birthday, I'll have been around for 66 years, and truly, I suppose you could say that the actual JG-L thing has been in existence for a little over 45 of those years. I toiled away in obscurity for the first 10 years or so, but then finally, in 1988, decided to hell with it and "came out". That happened at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City by Constance Enterprises, at the 3rd Dressing For Pleasure Ball and was an exhilirating experience that I still remember fondly.I don't make a big splash about my scene interests with family and vanilla friends, and so only some of them are aware of who and what JG-L is and does for fun. Most only see small facets of the whole picture and seem satisfied that it exists; but my hobby doesn't come up and smack them in the face, for I don't make a big issue of it. If they ask, I tell them a little bit. The more they ask, the deeper they get.One of my sisters actually accompanied me to the next DFP event the following year, in 1989, and we had a fantastic time of it.As far as other acquaintances are concerned ... most have some suspicions, and a couple, a more detailed awareness, but again, I don't reveal my hobbies to them without being prompted to do so. As matters have evolved, the vast majority of my friends are in the scene, and they of course have a much clearer picture of who and what JG-L is and does. No one but me though has the full picture, and I suppose that's true of all of us.Most of my designs are original, although I'll be the first to admit that there really is nothing new under the sun. I've just taken some everyday pieces and ideas, then perverted them from their original function by redesigning and/or reassembling them in somewhat, well, unorthodox configurations and/or uses than was the original intent of the designer.JG-L isn't a full time affair, but now that I have I retired from my "real world" job, I'll go at it with more dedication because I know that folks out there enjoy my drawings, designs, and the stories I write. My interests certainly haven't made me wealthy, and if anything, they've made me poorer than I should be, just like any dedicated hobbyist. I've spent a tremendous amount of time, money, and energy on my interests and figure that I probably have about $20,000 invested in hand tools and small equipment alone, to say nothing of the amount of money I've spent on supplies used to create the harnesses and ancillary gear. Then, there's the equipment that makes it all function as I want it to. Wealth from JG-L? More like owning a boat ... i.e., a hole in the water, into which one pours unending amounts of money, blood, sweat, and not a few tears.As to personal statistics: on the 13th january, 2012 I'll be 66 years of age, am five foot, eleven inches tall, and shrinking. I weigh 165 lbs., and so given that weight and height, have a relatively slim build and with no typical middle aged pot belly or pear-shaped behind. My rapidly graying hair is below shoulder length and most of the time worn in a pony tail. I dye it gray to cover up my blonde roots. Eyes are blue and I've worn glasses since I was 12 years old. I've been told that I have a deep voice (comes from my days as a Drill Instructor in the RCAF), and that I could manage to do the BBC news in the proper "sotto" voice.I've been married to the same wonderfully understanding lady for the last 29 years and we elected not to have kids, having gotten married a little later in life than most. When she married me, she was fully aware of my warts ("scene" stuff), and over the nearly 30 years of our marriage, has been very accepting of my kinky clay feet. I'm very fortunate to have such an understanding partner.She has no interest in the scene and does not play, even though aware of my strong interests and desires, and there's a big pile of those! I'm sure she does what most wives do when asked; the comment being, "Oh! That's just his hobby. A male thing, I guess."I'm very thankful for her understanding and acceptance of the JG-Leathers side of my person for without them, I'm not sure JG-L would exist. She's a wonderful lady to put up with me and all of my interests.

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Kristal’s Changed Life

by JG-Leathers

ISBN 13: 978-1-935897-60-6

A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

Copyright © 2011 JG Leathers

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Foreword

The following story was inspired by Ron Saggers’ (Von Ronsa) story, CELINE’S SEDUCTION TO RUBBER, and might be considered a prelude to that wonderful tale of an unwilling rubber transformation. This tale is about how Kristal Strang came to be the thing that Celine met at her home, before she herself was transformed by Frau Baxter, then Baron Aschermann. The tale continues after Kristal’s meeting with Celine, describing what else was done to her in the years following.

I’ve written this story as a tribute to Ron’s, in hopes that I can equal his vivid imagery.

Chapter One

My Early Life

Kristal

My name is Kristal Strang and I am now a rubber animal.

How I came to this sorry and unbelievable state of being is a strange and awful story; one that the reader may find disturbing on many levels, but it is how I live now, every day, regretfully remembering my past and what my life might have been like if my own actions had not precipitated the events I write of.

Parenting, I suppose, is a difficult job, but my mother, while she lived, and my father, managed it well for the first years of my life, giving me a happy childhood. Mother was taken from us by cancer when I was but ten years of age and I never truly recovered from her loss. Like many children who find themselves in that awful situation, I believed myself at least partially responsible, foolish as that concept is, and it took me many months to come to terms with her loss, but what was not readily apparent was the departure of her steadying influence upon my father. She had managed to curb his more strong views on life and child rearing, leavening them with good humour and patience. He did the best he could, I suppose, hiring a companion and housekeeper for me, but he seemed always to be deeply immersed in the pursuit of his company’s success and so spent little time with me.

Without a mother to guide me through the thickets of feminine puberty and assist with my upbringing, I became lost in the emotional turmoil’s of that most awkward age and when I began to develop physically, he was not present very much. School and the usual behind-the-hand talk of sex and sexuality created a curiosity that led me to begin exploring this most important and basic area of human activity and far too soon I began to enjoy illicit encounters with some of the more adventurous of the young men who seemed always to be chasing me.

My physical attractiveness proved to be both a curse and a blessing all rolled into one, as I came to discover while I passed through my early teens, but I soon accepted that I was considered quite beautiful, being some 135 cm tall, with long golden hair, china blue eyes and a nice figure. My breasts were large for a young woman of my stature, and nature had also been kind in the conformation of the rest of my body, for I had a very narrow waist, proportional hips and a nice bottom, so I was told. This attractiveness though, was to prove the reason for my ultimate downfall and what has happened to me since, for I soon discovered the power that my feminine beauty wielded. I enjoyed the courting and panting desire of my male schoolmates and even of some of my less discrete teachers, but there was one I truly liked a lot ... a mature woman of perhaps 25 years of age who appeared, at first, to me to be a surrogate mother. She frequently took me aside and helped with some of my emotional and personal issues, offering the advice and comfort that I was so desperately in need of, but she had an ulterior motive.

I cannot say how it came to pass, but we soon became lovers and I revelled in this new-found and, I thought, safe outlet for my burgeoning sexuality, finding her attentions to be most flattering and exciting. We spent many evenings of increasing physical intimacy together, even while at the same time I pursued my explorations with the young men I met and so continued to become ever more sexually active. Not only that though, but I began to experiment with drugs and alcohol and was quickly sucked into a descending spiral of addiction, even though I didn’t realize it at the time. Simultaneously, my father had begun to spend more time at home and wanted me to be present more often than I was. Naturally, he quite soon became very curious about where I spent my time and what activities I was engaged in. Being a man protective of his possessions, of which I was one, he demanded of me that I tell him where and what I was doing and this curiosity on his part led me to be more evasive than I should have been. With the beauty I possessed, I suppose he worried that an unwanted pregnancy might soon result. His personality, although benign to the outer world, at home was domineering and demanding in the extreme and so I soon began to spend as much time away from him as could be managed. This, however, did not alleviate any of the issues of our relationship, but in fact aggravated them beyond reason. He regarded me as his to control and monitor until, I thought at the time, I could be married off to a suitable candidate ... one of his choosing. Of course I disagreed most strongly with these presumptions and made this plain many times while at table, much to his angry dismay, and so I continued to spend as much time out of the house as possible.

There was no indication to me, at eighteen years of age and thinking of myself as a mature young woman, that anything was amiss, but my father had not taken my rebellion against his desire for more control of my life with equanimity and so had taken measures to keep me under a most pervasive surveillance. The agency he used was very efficient, being the top-rated one in Germany and so I remained unaware that my every move and activity was being documented and reported back to him on a daily basis. My life as I was then living it served only to inflame his desire to control me even more and soon our disagreements flared into wild shouting matches so that we became, if not enemies, then strongly disagreeing relatives who fought continuously. Of course I was dependent upon him for my food, lodging and clothing and with no income of my own, was held in his thrall until I could obtain a job and provide for myself ... something I vowed that I would do only after completing a university degree in architecture.

Frau Baxter

Being a fully qualified nurse and a recognized expert as a Governess for young women, I have enjoyed an excellent reputation and frequent employment within the upper echelon of certain sectors of society, it was no surprise to me to receive a letter from Herr Strang. He was he informed me, having some considerable difficulties with his young daughter, Kristal, and felt that she needed the type of guidance and education I have acquired.

Our communications over the three months following his initial contact were numerous and soon became highly detailed when he learned more of my, to be truthful, somewhat unorthodox methods, then outlined my plans to ensure that Kristal conformed to his desires. Arrangements were soon made for my appearance, while at the same time Herr Strang completed his purchase and the substantial renovations, employing my suggestions, of his new home. Upon their completion, I immediately moved in and inspected the dwelling, then began to formulate and enact my own preparations. These took some two weeks to complete and at that point I called Herr Strang and advised him that all was in readiness for his move and for Kristal’s new education and training regime to commence.

Kristal

To my shock and dismay my father one day announced that we were moving to a new home somewhere in the Bavarian Alps and that it would happen within the next week! I was stunned to say the very least, and even more so when he also disclosed that our new residence would be out in the country, far removed from any major city and even the nearest small village was some ten kilometres away! No matter how I remonstrated and protested this upheaval of my life, he was adamant that I would accompany him, saying that my education would not be interrupted, but in fact continued in an even more intense manner, by means of private tutoring. Little did I know what sort of arrangements he’d made! With misery, I came to accept that the move to the new dwelling was inevitable and so said my goodbyes to my friends and lover, then at the appointed time got into our car and we spent the next six hours on the autobahn, not arriving at our new home until quite late in the evening.

Darkness had closed in while we drove through the thick, mixed forest, so I didn’t really get a good look at my new home; only receiving an impression of stalwart bulk when we passed through the gated entrance in the high stone walls. The drive up the long lane, passing through large gardens on the way to the front portico, revealed that the new place was actually an estate of considerable size! Obviously, my father had done very well in his business, for the house was huge in comparison to the one in which we had resided before. Apparently, the dwelling had originally been built for a minor noble, but had fallen into disrepair and neglect. My father had purchased it at a bargain price, then had it completely renovated and modernized and at his instruction, an additional two metres had been added to the already three metre high stone wall that had been originally built around the entire estate to ensure privacy. My impression of the whole was that it actually resembled some sort of glorified private sanatorium for the recovery of diseased patients, and in a way, as I was to discover, this was its intention ... in relation to me!

The lights came on when we pulled up under the front portico and I got my next shock. A tall, imposing woman wearing a heavy, ankle length black skirt opened the door then came forward and greeted my father warmly, ignoring me for the moment.

Ah, Herr Strang! she said in English-accented, but very good German, "I’m happy to see that you have arrived safely. I have matters well in hand and the house is fully prepared and ready. Cook has prepared a small meal and refreshments. The maintenance staff will bring in your cases. All of the other materials you had shipped are already here and arranged as per your instructions.

And so this must be young Miss Kristal, she said after turning to inspect me silently with a severe and critical eye. No smile of welcome broke her red lips, as one had for my father, and I thought that she looked upon me with a proprietary and strangely predatory gaze. Her regard sent chills down my spine and for some instinctual reason; I had already begun to fear her. That fear blossomed hugely a moment later when my father spoke for the first time since we’d left our old home.

Good evening, Frau Baxter! Thank you for all of your trouble in arranging matters as I have requested. I look forward to inspecting them, then enjoying the peace and solitude we have here. he stated, then introduced me. "You are indeed correct in that this is my daughter, Kristal, and she will be under your care, staying in the suite of rooms I described in my letters and have had created for her.

Kristal, this is your Governess, Frau Baxter. She will be looking after you in all respects and will continue your education and training ...

Father! I spoke loudly in immediate disagreement, I neither need, nor do I want any sort of Governess! I am eighteen years old, nearly nineteen, and Governesses are only meant for young children! And, what do you mean by ‘training’?

This is neither the time nor place for an argument! he retorted immediately, becoming red-faced with anger. Come inside immediately and we will discuss this later. He turned to Frau Baxter and spoke in an aggrieved tone. And so, Frau Baxter, you can see that the situation is as I described. I trust that your techniques and costuming requirements for her will quickly provide the desired result.

"You need have no doubt about it, Herr Strang! she responded with a reptilian smile while looking straight at me. It never reached her ice blue eyes and that made me recoil. You have read through my references as well as having seen the pictures of my previous pupils, so you need have no fears about young Kristal here being led astray. Now, let us, by all means, go inside and relax. You must be quite exhausted after the long drive."

So saying, she turned and strode imperiously through the opened, massive wooden front door and we followed her swirling skirts into the entrance hall. I was by turns stunned at the opulence of the rooms we passed through, awed by their scale, and depressed by their heaviness of massive decoration. While we passed through each one toward the rear of the house, I noted the presence of many age-blackened eye bolts embedded in the stone walls, then, that most of these old bits of ironmongery were fitted with new, gleaming rings and some even had lengths of shiny chain dangling, welded to them, adding even more to my feelings of foreboding menace. What I didn’t notice, was the track network mounted on the high ceilings of all of the hallways and rooms, other than the long entrance hall, but I would come to know this overhead rail system well in the months to come!

At last we arrived in a small, comfortably furnished dining room that overlooked a huge garden lit with small lights along its winding paths, then settled into chairs around a table set for three. Upon the crisp white linen table cloth, a cheese plate and two others containing different types of bread and fruits awaited us, as well as two decanters of wine. We sat so that I was situated between my father and Frau Baxter, although I wanted to remain as far from her as possible, even though having just been introduced.

Please eat, my father spoke and a moment later we began to load our respective plates. Here, Kristal. he said again with quiet satisfaction, passing me an already-filled glass of red wine. You may have a drink of this excellent Merlot. I know that you, like most teenagers, have sneaked a drink now and then, but today you are about to do it as an adult and experience the true pleasure of a good wine.

Thank you, father, I replied with automatic politeness, accepting the proffered glass, then taking a sip of the sparkling red liquid. It tasted wonderful and I took yet another sip, then began to nibble on one of the delicious cheese pieces I’d taken.

And so, my dear Kristal, he spoke again, extracting one of his awful cigars and lighting it, then drawing its expensive smoke deeply into his lungs and expelling it with a contented sigh, "we have arrived in our new home and I am sure you will find it to be most ... ah ... interesting. Frau Baxter has been very diligent in her work and you will soon see how things are arranged, but in the meantime, I should tell you a little more about the place.

"It was built for a minor count during the latter part of the 19th century, but he, unfortunately, was killed in the Great War and left no dependants. During the remainder of the twentieth century it fell into disuse and lay abandoned for many years. I purchased it last year and have had it completely renovated, modernized and fully-equipped. Naturally, my dear, as I have mentioned a special suite of rooms for your use has been created on the second floor and these contain large, already stocked, walk-in closets filled with your new clothing and uniform. There is a dressing room and a large, fully-equipped washing area and toilets, of course.

You will soon learn of some of the marvels that have been installed, but Frau Baxter will be the one to more properly acquaint you with these facets. As well, there is my own suite of rooms and those for Frau Baxter. This, the main floor, contains the more ‘public’ rooms such as the kitchen, library, dining room, games room, a small theatre and my office. There are extensive cellars as well, going down three levels beneath the house and these contain wine storage areas and all of the heating, ventilation, electrical and air conditioning machinery. Believe it or not, at one time there was also a large stable down there, but it has been converted to other usages and the area now serves a quite different purpose. You will be intrigued, I am sure, when you are shown theses rooms, but that is a little way in the future. He finished with a conspiratorial smile at Frau Baxter. She smiled back at him, then looked at me again with a predatory gaze flaring briefly in her eyes.

Saying nothing, I sipped my wine and ate another piece of cheese, listening to him talk and occasionally glancing over at the formidable woman who continued to regard me with penetrating eyes. I shivered again under her exacting inspection, trying to ignore it as best I could.

May I have another glass of wine, please? I asked quietly, when there was a lull in my father’s glowing words about the house and grounds.

Certainly my dear! he said happily, the first time I’d seen him like that in weeks.

Wordlessly, Frau Baxter reached out and poured another measure into my glass from the decanter nearest me. Neither she nor my father took a drink while his monologue continued and I failed to notice that they both casually selected the other decanter than that from which my own wine had been poured, and filled their glasses.

... and so, with the 300 hectare grounds and the high stone walls, my dear, we are assured of the utmost in privacy, he finished his description with another smile at both me and my new Governess. Now, Frau Baxter, I believe you have something to add?

I do, Herr Strang. She nodded graciously at him, then turned to me. "Miss Kristal, I am here at the request of your father in order to ensure that your education continues, while at the same time implement your transition into a new life. You will, it is to be hoped, find it an interesting although somewhat different path that we will embark upon, and one not without both mental and physical challenges.

Your father has given me complete freedom to employ whatever measures I may deem necessary for your new educational direction and the correction of the faults you have developed as a result of not having a mother to guide you. Some of those have already become apparent to me and I shall deal with them in due course, as well as others that will assuredly present themselves. Very soon, you will become a different person, my dear Kristal ... one that your father will be most proud of.

I was dismayed by her blunt way of expressing herself and stunned at her baldly stated plans to