Master Tom's slave

There are wounds that never show, that are deeper, and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. So when at your feet he says; “I just need you to hug me, and tell me I’m not as worthless as I think I am.” As his Master, think - really think - about how you respond to his need.

Indeed, for a dominant relationship to last long and to flourish, the owner needs to be full or care and compassion.

Yes, there might be torture to break bad habits. In my mind slaves should be - whenever possible - be kept under lock and key. Shackles and chains give safety and security in a complicated life. Yes, in some relationships punishment plays a role but in the end it is about giving your slave a save environment where it can thrive. A slave should be liberated from responsibility, should be free from its own wish, will and want, but for that to work the owner must lovingly, carefully fill the slave with the owner’s will, must give it purpose and praise and meaning.

The leather bit into my skin, a familiar embrace of forced submission. The Segufix straps held me fast, a prisoner in my own twisted reality. My limbs were spread wide, every inch of me exposed, my head pinned to the unforgiving leather of the headrest, and I knew that any hope for escape was lost. I had become a display, a tool for her twisted games.

This was my life now. This was my new normal.

I could feel a soft humming around me as everything began to be set up. I watched as the tube connected to me, and it became clear to me, what she had planned.

Then came the wetness, a sudden, unwelcome sensation that spread through me, a telltale sign of my pathetic state. My diaper, already stretched to its limit, finally gave way, and the warmth of my own urine spilled over me, a visible testament to my complete and utter loss of control. I tried to struggle, to resist the humiliating reality, but the restraints held me fast, forcing me to surrender. This is what I had become. Just a thing to be used.

She walked over to me and stared down. "This is for your own good, you know? You can't always be holding it in. You need to release. I have designed this system specifically for you. It is safe. It is yours."

Then came the final indignity, a deliberate and calculated act of degradation. The tube, connected to my mouth, the cold rush of liquid against my tongue as the urine filled me, and I knew, with sickening certainty, that I had become nothing more than a vessel, a living toilet, completely dehumanized, and utterly defeated. The urine was flowing, I was being filled, and I was powerless to do anything but let it all happen.

What's worse than wetting diapers for a cruel algorithm? Wetting diapers for two cruel algorithms!

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“Bet you like piss too, don’t you?” Will grunted, as he stepped towards me with the wet diaper moving towards my face. 

“W-wait,” I gulped. Sure, I’d long associated the smell of wet diapers with being horny but I’d never been pushed like this with another guy’s diapers.

“Be quiet,” he barked, “and get on your knees. These tapes have to go back on before it warns me.”

One of his hands grasped my shoulder, and in my submissive state, unable to make a decision I simply kneeled for him as he draped the wet diaper over the top of my head, and then quickly found a way to pull and fasten the tapes around my face, resealing the diaper. It felt warm, obviously damp, and stunk of another man’s urine. I was straining inside my own diaper. 

I felt Will step away, with silence for a brief moment before he laughed out loud, darkly, and explained that the app was happy that this diaper was being worn. My heart started to beat faster. If the app was satisfied with it where it was, it was allowing Will to take a break, for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want to be stuck with my face tightly pressed against a hot, wet diaper for long, but I wondered if I had the nerve to fight back.

“Fucking diaper boys,” Will then growled, as he held one hand firmly on top of my head, holding it in place with a crinkle. I felt something push its way inside, between my hair and the diaper, and realised quickly it was his cock as he stood still and I felt splashes of piss spill onto my scalp and trickle down my forehead. 

I whimpered, involuntarily, and his hands kept me firmly in place as he voided his bladder.