slave faggot object

just a FULL RUBBER dawg

Dragged somewhere and then silence. Minutes, hours, i’ve no idea how long, passes. i exist in a different world.  i hear the footsteps approach, pray silently for release but all that happens is that i feel the heavy thud of boots climbing the step above me, pause and then step down and away. i feel like i don’t have human form anymore, i am invisible, something to tread on, something to climb on, climb over…i must remember to thank Master for the lesson….if He releases me. 

and then birches…

Rubber gimp crying at 4am because bondage is hard (it didn’t get to get out yet though 😈)

You don't have to put it on. No one is forcing you to. But you've been trained to want to, you volunteered for training and now it's complete and all you have to do is put it on and it will be finished. You will be finished, your old life, your human life, will be forever out of reach. That cock gag looks bigger and longer than you thought it would. The whole thing looks claustrophobic and creepy. But you can't seem to put it down. You know he's watching you on the security camera. He emphasized that it was your decision, but he also knows the ability to make a different decision has been taken away from you. You've already put on the rubber suit, the harness, everything. You try again. You take a deep breath. But you once again fail. You feel cornered, trapped. Your mind's been altered over the last several weeks. You keep imagining being his property, his rubberized humanoid plaything. Your cock hardens. The weird thing is you're not even gay, you have no attraction to the male body. But the desire to submit, to be controlled, is so far beyond sexual orientation that it doesn't even matter. The desire to submit and the desire to be transformed into a smooth, anonymous humanoid, an object, nothing but mindless obedience, that's what obsesses you, it's what you've wanted your whole life. When he said you'd be posed on a marble plinth in his grand foyer for the delectation of his guests that very evening, a celebration of the creation of his newest drone, to be touched and stroked and admired by his discerning friends, you knew you wouldn't be able to resist making a terrible life decision. A life decision that's really no decision. No decision possible, only the culmination of your destiny. No more human life. Your cock strains agains the black rubber. You lift the hood in both hands and pull it onto your head. Deep breath. The black rubber cock gag goes down your throat. You are finished. Regret floods your mind briefly, but it quickly doesn't matter anymore, as you immediately lose the ability to feel regret. You feel his hands locking the collar around your neck. You say goodbye to yourself moments before you forget your name.

Señor, si Señor!

“I walk my own path — if you’re coming, keep up. If not, you’ll lose me.”

You will remain quiet. I know that you are aware of your balls hanging through the hole in the seat, fully accessible from the lower opening in the back. If you begin to make disruptive noises you can be sure they will be punished until you shut the fuck up again. Now enjoy the rest of your day boy.