Lock it Up!

Being waxed and caged on the same day is a powerful one two punch that can help even the most reluctant fag start its journey. It worked well for this one. He was all no, no, no and now he’s looking at some of the different poses he needs to learn, as well as the hand signals Master will use so he knows what to do when.

It wasn’t just the device locked snug around him. It was not just the rubber. He couldn’t catch his breath. He could feel himself being emptied out, and something else taking his place.

He had been asked to be a model for the new, updated, improved Carrara Belt.  Thinking it was just for the duration of the show, he was ready to experience some horny rubbery, boner confining chastity.

Poor boy. Poor lucky boy.

Not only was it a new design belt which would no longer require removal for thorough cleaning, the rubber suit was a micro permeable molecular structure…one allowing moisture and air to reach the skin inside and the air outside.  It was a suit which could actually be worn permanently.  As could the belt.

The last surprise was working its way through his system…  The nanotechnology which would inhibit his sense of independence.  Of self.  Taking its place was the chemical key that would inscribe in his brain and his limbic system a desperate need to imprint on someone…to bond with someone…to become a part of someone else…their extension…their tool…their slave.