dOWN4it

ObjectD SLRN # 535-919-638

The encased slave could be anywhere, it doesn’t see, it just feels, squirming along, blind, led by its Master, senses deprived. it can’t hear the chatter of the crowd, the music, the laughter, it is in its own dark world, wrapped and then brought here by Master. He knows Master is there and that is all that matters. 

it doesn’t see the blue sky, the bright sun, but feels the heat in its dark existence, turning it’s full leather suit into a sweat sack. 

it doesn’t know who’s boot it is licking, doesn’t know it is a gorgeous muscled hunk, it could as easily be the scuffed boot of an old homeless person, it doesn’t need to know, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t think about that, it doesn’t question, it obeys, it licks, it worships....it exists.

Master always started His slaves off with a bare unforgiving cell to live in, just a pile of straw in the corner to sleep and shit in. .

Luxuries can then be added to reward excellent performance. it had taken the latest slave 3 weeks to work hard enough to have the boards removed from the window, the moment it was allowed light again was so powerful it made it break down in fits of sobbing.

The cold, hard bed frame was added 6 weeks after that in exchange for signing over everything it possessed to it’s Owner.

The container to piss and shit in as a reward for becoming its Master full time toilet a week after that. 

“UHHH?! UHngh…UHNGH!!”

…then lace up his snug full leather hood.

“UHHNGH!! UHH!!”

Until his afternoon session…