A relic of the past post December 17

Genieße die frische Luft

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milk beading at the tips of my nipples and staining my shirt ♡

ring piercings that show through my clothes and accentuate my plush, soft nipples for everyone to see ♡

getting groped up every five minutes because no one can resist the sight of my huge nipples ♡

pulling up my shirt and letting anyone pinch, pull, suck on, stretch my fat nipples even more ♡

The faggot drove the SUV to Oakland Airport and parked. Checking the time the faggot grabbed the envelope with the letters written in big black marker and went to the arrivals building and waited.

It watched the flight board until it saw the new slaves trainee’s plane had landed. The faggot had seen a picture of the slave on MASTER’S computer so it knew who it was looking for. Still the faggot held up the envelope with the letters on it. It wasn’t a name, it was an abbreviation of the MASTER’S training facility.

After a few minutes the prospective slave came through the exit. He looked like the picture and was dressed as instructed and carrying only a small bag. The slave trainee approached the faggot and said “you the ride?” The faggot nodded and opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to the slave.

slave,

This is one of MY faggots. It does not have permission to speak. Here are the instructions:

Follow the faggot to its car. Take a photo of the license plate and email it to the person who knows what the slave is doing for the weekend. Then surrender phone, wallet, cash etc. to the faggot. They will be placed inside this envelope and sealed. They will be given back at the end of the training session.

Strip and get in the back of the car. The faggot will inspect that the slave is plugged and locked in chastity as instructed. The faggot will cuff it, gag it and hood it. The slave will be driven to the facility where it will spend the agreed upon period in the serious bondage training it has asked for. MASTER will commit to the limits the slave has discussed but there is no backing out after this point. The slave will not be released until it is time for it to return to the airport.

If it agrees use the pen and sign these instructions. If not turn around and walk away.

MASTER

The slave looked up and took the pen the faggot was holding out and scribbled and handed the pen and letter back. They went into the manila envelope.

The faggot turned and started walking out to the parking lot.

The faggot purposely parked far out in a dark corner of the lot with no other cars nearby.

At the car the faggot pointed to the license plate and the slave took a picture. Then did some stuff on its phone before handing it over.

The faggot took it and powered it off and dropped it in the envelope. Then the slave, a little reluctantly handed over a wallet, some bills and coins and a set of keys.

The faggot dropped these in and sealed the envelope closed and placed it in the glove compartment.

Then pointing at its clothes to indicate it should strip.

The faggot could tell the slave was getting nervous as the reality of its situation sunk in and how vulnerable it was making itself.  It was hesitating.

The faggot looked around and then opened its fly and pulled out its dick locked in a cage. Then it opened the collar of its shirt and showed off the padlock chain. Engraved on the padlock was the word MASTER. There was also a dog tag that said faggot – property of MASTER.

Seeing these symbols of the MASTER’S ownership of the faggot sort of unstuck the slaves brain and made it remember what it wanted and needed. The slave kicked off its shoes, pulled down its pants and pulled off its shirt. The slave was wearing a white jock and it started to pull that down. The faggot reached out and stopped the slave. Pulling the waste band out the faggot inspected and saw the faggot was locked in a Holy trainer chastity device.

Then the faggot gestured for the slave to turn and the faggot inspected its ass and saw that there was a black rubber plug in place. The slave had flown for four hours plugged and locked.

The faggot indicated for the slave to take off its socks and get in the SUV. The faggot opened the overnight bag and inspected the contents. There was a pair of ear buds. If the slave had followed the MASTER’S instructions it would have downloaded files from the MASTER to its phone and listened to them on the flight. There was also a bottle of water, some specific gear the MASTER told it to bring. The faggot checked for anything that the slave was not supposed to bring but it looked like the slave had followed instructions.

The faggot looked at the naked slave. The slave was muscular and had the body of a wrestler. The slave was trembling a little bit.

The faggot reached into the duffel bag on the front seat and pulled out a pair of Hyatt handcuffs. The faggot gestured for the slave to put its hands behind its back. The slave hesitated for a minute and then did as instructed. The faggot made fast work in securing the slaves wrists.

The rest was easy. First came a leather hood over the slave’s head. The faggot lined up the nostrils and then laced the hood tight. The hood had an outer flap that zipped down over the lacings and the faggot secured that. The hood had no eyeholes so the slave was truly helpless now. The hood had an attached collar that went around the neck and was locked over the zipper.  Next came a rubber cock gag that went into the slaves mouth and was secured around the hood and locked.  The slave moaned as it was being gagged and the locked slave dick shifted under the jock.

The faggot did not have the keys to the cuffs, hood or gag. The slave was secure until the MASTER unlocked it. The faggot just had to make sure nothing special occurred while driving to the MASTERS facility.

The faggot helped the slave lay down on the back seat of the SUV. With quick work the faggot cuffed the slaves ankles and then connected them with a short chain to the bound wrists. The slave was now hogtied. At the top of the hood there was a D-Ring and the faggot pulled the head back and connected that with a short chain to the cuffs. The head restriction wasn’t too tight. It just made sure the slave could breathe through its nostrils or through the tube in the gag.

With the slave secure the faggot took a pair of DJ style headphones and figuring out where the slaves ears were under the hood, put them on. The headphones were attached to an iPod. The faggot hit play and the slave was listening to the MASTER’S voice. The slaves training had already begun.

One last thing, the faggot soaked a small cloth with poppers and held them to the slaves nostrils. Smelling the poppers the slave inhaled greedily and then began moaning , writhing and humping the seat.

The faggot wanted a hit of poppers itself but it wasn’t allowed. Plus there was at least an hour of driving. The MASTER’S facility was on the peninsula, across San Francisco Bay.

The faggot got in the front seat, shifted a little so its own locked dick and plugged hole were comfortable and then started the SUV and left the parking lot with the MASTER’S new object in the back.

The drive was uneventful. The slave made occasional grunting noises from the back. The faggot didn’t listen to the radio or music. This was the beginning of isolation training for the slave. First it will lose track of time. The slave will have no idea where it is. MASTER does not give out personal information to slave trainees. They don’t even know what HE looks like. They come to be trained as objects, gimps and bondage slaves.

This slave arrived Wednesday night at 10 PM and its flight out is Monday at 8 PM so for the next 114 hours, till Monday at 4 PM this slave will be an object. With every aspect of its existence controlled. With no way out, no safe word to stop the training.

The faggot does not know specifically what the MASTER negotiated with the slave about limits but the faggot does know that the MASTER always keeps them in some form of bondage.

There has never been a slave that was trained that didn’t beg to come back for more, for longer sessions and so many crave to live in permanent bondage, owned property of the MASTER.

Once the faggot arrived at the facility it made quick work of freeing the slaves ankles, removing the headphones and disconnecting the chain from the hood.

The faggot helped the slave out of the vehicle and had it standing, still cuffed, still hooded and gagged.

The faggot clipped a leash to the front of the hood and grabbing the bag and envelope from the front passenger seat, led the slave into its new home for the next five days.

In the main room there was a cage.

The faggot led the slave to the cage and pulled down the slave’s jock. The caged slave’s dick bounced a bit now that it was free from the restrictions of the pouch. As the faggot bent down and helped the slave step at out of the jock it could see that it was as aroused as it could get and a clear stream was leaking from the caged dick. The faggot helped the slave get down on its knees and helped it crawl backwards into the cage. It was a small cage and the slave had to stay with its head bowed toward the floor of the cage with its cuffed writs behind its back near the top of the cage. The faggot worked quickly, first connecting the wrists with a chain to the top bars. Then the D-Ring on the hood connected to the bars on the front top end of the cage. Then the faggot closed and locked the door. One last chain connected the slave’s collar to the floor of the cage.

The faggot went around the back and connected each ankle to a corner of the cage. Finally a small chain went around the slave’s balls and that too was connected to the bars of the cage. The MASTER had all the keys so the slave wasn’t going anywhere.

The slave was immobilized, kneeling, waiting for the MASTER.

The faggot gave the slave another hit of poppers and then put the bottle on a counter along with the slave’s possessions.

The faggot knelt on the dungeon floor, near the cage,head bowed, hands behind its back and waited.

Silently the MASTER came in. HE looked at the slave in the cage, moving silently around. HE was not ready for the slave to know HIS presence.

HE gestured for the faggot to follow HIM out of the room. HE walked down the corridor to the isolation cell.

He made quick work of putting the faggot in a straight jackets and then heavy chains. A large gag and muzzle went on the faggot’s head. Aside from giving instructions HE said nothing.

In short work the faggot was sitting on the floor of the cell. In a heavy straight jacket, ankles shackled and attached to a ring in the floor. Leather muzzle with a cock gag locked on its head. A heavy collar around its neck and attached to the wall. The straight jacket wrapped in chains making it even more restricting. The faggots locked dick swelled in its chastity device and it its hole tightened around the base of the plug. The faggot craved bondage training by the MASTER more than anything.

The MASTER turned and picked up some things off the floor. The faggot saw what they were. It was the last things the faggot would see for a while. The MASTER held the padded blindfold and the leather bag. The bag was unique. It was cut for the faggot’s head. There were two rubber tubes where the nostrils were. First MASTER put on the padded blind folded. Then the faggot felt the internal ends of the tubes go up its nostrils. The bag was then pulled over the faggot’s head, over the muzzle and blindfold, pulled snug at the back and then locked closed by placing a padlock through two grommets at the rear base of the hood.

The bag was snug but not form fitting. If the faggot breathed through the gag in its mouth and the muzzle it would get very warm in the bag. But the nostril tubes always made sure the faggot had a fresh air supply. Or a supply of whatever else the MASTER wanted it to breathe. The other unique feature of the bag were the headphones sewn into the sides.

Suddenly MASTERS voice filled its head. “it is a faggot. it is an object” “it exists to serve” it exists to be used” “it exists to Worship” “it exists to obey”.  It listened to the MASTER’S Voice on an endless loop, repeating, training its mind, programming it.

Then the faggot realized in was breathing in poppers, hit after hit of poppers as the MASTERS voice filled the blackness. The faggots mind and spirit raced with a rush of positive emotions. it was only given poppers when MASTER was pleased with it. The faggot had done well and the MASTER approved. These thoughts filled it with a sense of purpose and well-being.

The faggot vaguely realized that the inner door and outer door of the isolation cell had closed. It was alone, isolated in the blackness, the place created by the MASTER for it.

And this is how the faggot was kept for the next few hours as the MASTER began training HIS newest slave prospect.

The faggot was in the blackness, existing for the MASTER, an object, property, with only a single thought….

“The MASTER is everything, it belongs to the MASTER”.

The Master opened the door and there was the cunt, still entombed in its tiny box, its skullcunt spread wide by a huge ring gag.  

“This is my cunt.” Said the Master. His guest was so handsome that I was totally embarrassed and humiliated by my situation. I had no choice but to stay in this obscene disgusting form with no way to hide what was left of my face. The huge ring gag the held my mouth open was causing extreme shooting pain in my jaw – I never thought my mouth could open that wide before.

I had given up hours ago when I stopped trying to call for help. Nothing came out of my mouth except for gurgling noises that didn’t even sound human. I was completely immobile, there was no apparent hope of escape. I could see my tiny box in the mirror that sat in the corner, I could see the huge padlocks that seemed placed for visual impact than actually holding me captive. Certainly in my kneeling position with my head sticking out of a wooden box even a tiny padlock would have kept me prisoner. My hands felt as if they were in leather mitts behind my back. I never imagined anything as sick or twisted as this, I was still in shock.

The Men were still talking as they stood over me.

 “The cunts balls have been pulled out in front of the box, see?’’ Master said. Sure enough, I could see out of the corner of my eye reflected in the mirror, my balls extended out the front of the black box held there with a 2” ball stretcher. My balls must have been stretched 3 or more inches since the wooden box itself was at least an inch thick. There was what looked like a bass drummers kick pedal in front of the box. I hadn’t noticed Him put it there.

“Check this out”

The Master stepped firmly on the pedal and immediately the thick ball at the end bashed my helpless exposed nuts.

‘’Aaaahaaaaguggglggege”, is all that came out. The pain was intense and I had never felt so exposed in my life, even if only my head and balls were visible. I noticed some spittle, during my attempts at shouting in pain, had spurt forward narrowly missing Master and His guest.

He repeatedly stepped on the pedal causing me to continue shaking and making disgusting gurgling noises.

“If the cunt ever spits again like that, I’ll personally cut those balls off” Master said firmly.

I quickly gulped whatever spit I could collect from my mouth with my tongue. I’m sure the sight of this was grotesque but I knew He wasn’t kidding.

After hour 6 or so you come in to a babbling mess as i beg you to just fuck me already. You oblidge, turning me over and shoving your bare cock deep in my ass while i scream out. The jiggling of the cups offering no pleasure as you rape my tight asshole.

Youre getting close and i start begging you to please please just take the cups off and touch me, i want to cum so bad to ease some if the pain. You laugh at my desperate state. Pulling out of my ass and fulfilling my wish, releasing my huge swollen nipples and cunt to the open air, i groan out of a mix of pain and relief. Thanking you before i see you grab a spider gag. I resit but you slip it into my mouth so i cant complain when you do exactly what i asked.

You start spanking me, hard. All over my bloated drooling cunt and thick disgusting nipples. I scream out in agony but cant tell you to stop through the gag. Speaking of, you reposition your still hard cock over my face, dragging its precum covered tip up and down my now drool covered visage before fucking down into my throat without any buildup. Pounding my little whore mouth while you keep abusing my swollen body. You pull my nipples as far as theyll go, fitting as many clamps as possible on them while you twist and yank their now obscene shape. You do the same to my fat little clit, my body twisting and wretching in pain everytime the abused nub is touched, which it will be since youve also just grabbed a flogger. You bring it down hard on what used to be able to be called a pussy, but is now just a drolling mound that jiggles obscenely when you hit it. I gag and choke on your cock every time you wind up and let loose a hit. Occasionally you stop to lean in and inspect it. Cupping it or pulling the thick lips back to hear them wetly clap together when you release them.

I want to make a cuntboys clit absolutely enormous. I want to pump and pump and pump until its constantly a swollen puffy mess. And when it cant get any larger is when we'll finally stop pushing, choosing instead to just vacuum pump in a couple hours each day to maintain the size. Maybe itll be at night, earning him a place in my bed with his clit getting huge and unavoidable right between his legs.

Eventually it would be so large and sensitive, normal clothing would just no longer be an option. I'd help his poor little cunt though. Hed get special clothing, with the crotches cut out and hemmed. Maybe not even the whole crotch, just enough room for his clit to comfortably hang out and not give him any trouble by being crushed and rubbed into his body. I think hed come to get used to it. That horribly sensitive and inconveniently large clit just an ever constant presence, hanging low and heavy in front of him.

I get so hard thinking about interacting with him like this. Just talking to him and stroking it, watching him tremble and the cloth between his thighs growing dark.

When she saw the suit in the first time, Kate was shocked. She loved latex suits, but this one was something totally different. Her Owner gifted her the suit on her 22 years birthday, and Kate was excited. She didn’t see anything like that before.

The surface of the suit was totally black. Kate touched it with her hand, and was excited how nice it was. It felt like the skin. Kate was surprised, it seemed the suit was not ordinary latex she did see before. The material was much more denser.

She actually did know that it will fit her perfectly - her Owner never mistaken with her sizes. She threw a questioning look at her Owner, and her Owner nodded.

She was eager to try on the suit.

In a couple of seconds she was already completely naked. The room was cool, but she knew that when she will pull the suit on, she will be okay.

Stepping into the suit, she passed her legs through the trousers. Her Owner helped her.

He said it was okay that the suit fits a little baggy, it will tighten when fully clothed.

Though the suit was dense, it was very easy to pull it on. She pulled the suit up her legs.

And was excited about other discovery: the suit had two dildos on the level of her crotch. She laughed and looked at her Owner with admiration. It was even cooler than she thought. Her Owner smiled and kissed her. And started to help her to put the dildos in her. With first dildo, it was very easy: she was very wet already, and the dildo slipped inside and filled her. She moaned. The dildo was much more thinner and larger than her previous toys: it filled her completely. The sensation was very intense. The second dildo required a lubrication. Her Owner did it himself. When the lubricant was there, he putted the dildo inside. The dildo was not so large and Kate was trained to accept plugs in her ass, so it didn’t bring her any discomfort.

But she felt that the suit is locked on her better. It has few points of fixations on her body already, and she did realize she would never take it off without her Owner’s help, when it will be on completely.

She was delighted. They continued putting on. When they reached her breast, there was another discovery: she needed to pull off her nipple piercing rings. The suit has its own barbells. Her Owner helped her to pull it off, and pulled the suit up. When her tits drowned in the suit, he inserted the suits barbells through her piercing holes. The suit became get much more tighter now, but probably it was something psychological. Kate realized that she did never felt something like that.

Her shoulders arms and shoulders drowned in the suit. On the external side of the suit for every arm there was something similar to hook: her Owner will have great possibilities to bound her and secure her to any places.

For the head the suit had the hood with the mask. When it was on, Kate lost herself.

There was a ring gag which lay straight behind her lips, did not allow her to close her mouth. Her Owner didn’t stop here either: he pulled the jewelry out of the piercing in her tongue and attached her tongue to the bottom of the gag. She could not move her tongue anymore.

As the mask fully covered her face, of course it required holes for the nostrils. But here it was a bit more intricate. The small tubes were inserted in her nostrils. It allowed her to the breath easily, although it was very unusual. Of course, mask fully covered her eyes, Kate couldn’t see anything anymore. It was dark. Her hair was tied up in a bun and sticking out as a pony tail. Even the ears were completely covered. The earplugs were stuck deep in her ears and muffled the sounds around her, albeit not completely.

When the suit was secured, and Kate lost all her senses, she fell into subspace. But it was only the beginning.

She could not see it, not hear it, but her Owner stuck what looked like a pump into a special hole on her back. And pressed the button.

It started to buzz, and all the excess air was instantly drawn out of the suit. The dildo in her ass changed it size: it pouted, expanded, filled her ass. The same happened to the dildo in her cunt, but the difference was not so dramatic. It just filled all the space there was, started to push on her body inside. It was very comforting: it felt as part of her body now. The feeling of fullness calmed and excited her.

The suit tightened around Kate’s body, but it also brought sensations she was unknown with before.

The suit tensed around her breast, pulled it up a bit, highlighting it. As it also pulled her piercing, it sent the waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned again, but now it was very muffled as she had a gag in her mouth.

The worst part that the material of the suit was very dense. Kate realized she can’t even raise her hands or move her fingers! She tried to bend her knee, but the suit resisted it! She was blocked!

She didn’t see it, but her Owner was happy. He opened the application on his smartphone and paired it to the suit. Of course, he knew that the suit doesn’t allow her to move, but it was only because it was in the mode. He activated the suit. In the second, active noise cancellation system was enabled and Kate lost her ability to hear anything at all. She fell into the void, she couldn’t feel anything, she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything.

Her Owner also pressed something, and Kate felt that the pressure of the suit on her legs was lightened. He put his finger through the ring at the level of her neck(of course it has O-ring there, it is very handy to control a person inside the suit this way) and pulled her with him. Kate couldn’t help herself. She followed him, otherwise she would have lost her balance. She was completely disoriented, all she could do is follow his lead.

Her Owner brought her to the table, and made her to lie on it. She tried to say something, but the gag that kept her tongue resisted her and she just made funny sounds.

Her Owner switched suit’s mode in the app, and Kate’s legs spread and bent in the knees.

Kate didn’t realize it, but the dildo were hollow from the external side. Although it filled her inside and pressed on her cunt inside, it had an hole from the external side, making Kate a perfect tight flashlight.

Her Owner pulled his pants and entered the hole. He started to thrust into her with all his power, but all Kate felt was a light pressure. When she realized what was happening she wanted to say something. She wanted to impress her feelings, but she couldn’t.

She didn’t feel anything. Of course, she was denied, she didn’t have anything in her for months as her Owner preferred her to be horny and wet all the time. And now, when he finally entered her, she didn’t feel anything. Her frustration skyrocketed.

Her Owner made few lasts powerful thrusts and pulled her to himself even harder. She realized he was done. After that, he left the room, leaving her lying on the table.

She was now just a doll for him. Sex doll, that he will use for his own amusement, and leave her when she is not in use.

Depending on individual progress the plug is removed once or twice a day, they are given an enema, and their water bottle to suck on while they wait for my warm release.

They understand spanking and rubbing their freshly pierced slits are sings of affection now. They melt into their bigger plug after being used.