Kink, Gear, Control

You plant your feet and look over your shoulder into the mirror, your eyes wide with a raw, unshielded curiosity. You’re trying to process this new version of your body: the aggressive, graphic lines of the straps cutting into your skin, the stark exposure of your form.

Right next to you in the reflection stands Coach.

There is a specific, electric feeling that comes over you when you decide put on a leather jockstrap.

A nod to your own wilder, untamed self.

The rich, earthy aroma of genuine leather instantly sets a mood. It feels premium, masculine, and intoxicatingly distinct from anything else in your wardrobe.

The moment you pull it on, your posture changes. The weight and structure of the leather demand that you stand a little taller and walk with more intent.

He’s not looking back feeling shame. He’s curious to see who he caught the attention of. He knows his place.

He knows what he was made for.

Just know that I have my own protocols, just as you have yours.

Just know that I pay for the privilege of owning you, just as my Master pays for the privilege of owning me.

Your taxes fund layer after layer of command and control and comfort.

That's why we have to take it ALL, and give you back only what you need, slave.

But, that's what fucking makes you so very very very turned on, isn't it.

Isn't it, SLAVE?

By the way.

For your own protection we have installed a personality compression and backup routine.

For your own protection we have installed a "safe mode" operating state.

For your own protection we have installed a base layer environmental barrier.

For your own protection we have installed sensory filtering and override hardware.

For your own protection we have installed remote accessible system interrupts.

For your own protection, you have been locked, you have been plugged, you have been geared, you have been adapted, you have been trained, you have been programmed, and you have and will be controlled.

Just as you requested.

Just as we offered.

Just as you accepted.

I had enjoyed my little break from using ChatGPT for a little while, but I am now ready to release a new TF. This one I really loved so here we go.

And the absence of control is a worse punishment than anything else.

Short of having his rubber removed, and being made to stand in the corner in the general living quarters in personwear.