Unbetitelt

To my fellow subs, pups, and slaves, gimps, furries, kinksters, and littles; to any identity you claim or feel or discover:

You may not need to hear these words, but there are far too many out there who run headlong into this world without any understanding. I may be reiterating things that have been said a thousand times in more coherent and eloquent ways. But too often I see or console or offer advice to those who have learned these lessons through experiences that I don’t want to imagine.

This isn’t exhaustive, and you may not agree with every one of them. These ideas do not come from a place of selfishness. They apply whether or not you identify as submissive, Dominant, or anywhere in between. It is not meant to inspire fear or cynicism. It is not meant to create self-doubt or generalize “Dominance” as heartless and uneducated. These ideas come from a place of self-love and self respect. If you have a problem with that, you have no place in my world.

If you can take one thing from it, whether validation of your own knowledge, or a deeper understanding of yourself, please know that you don’t have to face any of it alone.

In this, the “Dominant” is in general reference of any identity therein (whether Sir, Master, Handler, etc.)

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Take the time to learn yourself before you allow others to control you. Whether you’re just discovering your submissive identity, or you’re a pro, you can always benefit from introspection. Your relationship with a Dominant is only made stronger with a better understanding of yourself and your needs. No one is ever entitled to your submission. I’ll say that again: NO ONE IS EVER ENTITLED TO YOUR SUBMISSION. Anyone who approaches you with the idea that they deserve you without so much as a conversation should be avoided. It is in your best interest to protect yourself, regardless of how exciting and enticing it may be to have someone assert such control. Seek your community. Whether its a local one, or something you find online, seek out a community of like minded people. Not only will this give you an opportunity to meet and befriend others who understand you, it is also for your protection. Your community is your safe place. We take care of our own. Make friends with other submissives. We understand each other better than most. You know things I don’t. Seek advice and care from others without an ulterior motive. I may not be able to tell you what to do, but I can always try to help. Communication is everything. Seek a method of feedback that your Dominant can respect, whether positive or constructive. Anyone who assumes they know everything or can do no wrong is too insecure to admit their own flaws. Safe words are great, but that will only get you so far. You know what enhances or pulls you out of your headspace. Tell them. Consideration periods are not simply to determine “whether you’re good enough” or “whether you deserve” something. They are an opportunity for you to examine your own compatibility and headspace prior to engaging in commitment. They are one of the best tools you have to truly put yourself into a healthy and engaging environment. If it doesn’t work, speak up. You always have the right to leave. Pretty damn self explanatory. Make sure you understand YOUR limits. To push through them is one thing, but you need to understand that too far can be too far. Learn how to say no in a way that enhances your relationship and mutual understanding. And if that isn’t respected? You always have the right to leave. You deserve respect, too. It may be shown in different ways. You may like to be called horrible names and treated like dirt. But unless you’ve gotten to the point where you feel safe in that space, don’t let someone walk all over you, regardless of their assumed Dominance. Take. Your. Time. Especially for those newer to discovering their submissive headspace, every person who validates that headspace will seem good to you. Just because someone offers you a collar does not mean you take it. Be careful. Ownership is first and foremost about trust. I understand the need; its an innate desire to give up control to the first person who tries to take it from you. But submission is not taken, it is earned. Give yourself the time and make sure their investment in you is equal to your investment in them. If you need a break, take one. Sometimes you just need to give yourself an opportunity to refocus. Take a step back from all of it and breathe without fear of control or retribution. Have the self awareness to know when you need it. Explore what you feel. Don’t let yourself be defined by an expectation or ideal. If you don’t feel completely submissive, or completely Dominant, that’s okay. Give yourself the opportunity to explore those feelings. It may change on any given day or hour or minute. Surround yourself with those who will allow you to grow. Headspace isn’t about losing yourself. It’s a place that’s meant to allow you to let go. Sometimes it’s hard to find, and that’s okay. Don’t force it. Your headspace should be as unique as you. Allow the pieces of you that you love to shine through it. Not all headspace is sexual. Never feel like where you go in that place must be accompanied with BDSM. If your headspace needs to be a safe place for you, let it. Many use it as a coping mechanism for anxiety and depression and these triggers can not only be upsetting but dangerous. Never, ever assume anything without knowing someone. Care before control. Look out for each other. Know the signs of someone who needs help. They may not ask for it, but make sure those around you know that you’re looking out for them. There can be a very fine line between BDSM and abusive relationships. You may not be able to fix it, but the love you show someone may have a bigger impact than you think.

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If you have more to contribute, please do. I don’t expect this to be exhaustive, I want to give people an opportunity to think and respond and create healthy dialogue around a part of “us” that is too often silenced by passivity.

Please, please share this with everyone you can.

And as always, if you need anything, please reach out to someone. I’m always here.

nuzzles

(originally posted at http://www.trikoot.net/2017/03/why-doesnt-anyone-want-to-play-with-me/)

It’s a widely known fact that 78% of kinksters don’t get as much play as they would like. Okay, I made up that number, but it’s gotta be close. Chances are you know people who are perpetually frustrated at other people having constant fun — while they get none. Or maybe you are one of those yourself. Regardless, you should know that everyone is in the same boat when it comes to finding play.

“If only I was 20 years younger, with a six pack, I’d have so much more fun.”

The easiest way out of dealing with your problems is to blame external factors. If only you were younger, more fit, lived in a bigger city, had more gear, you’d have all the fun, all the time. This is simply not true.

If it makes it any easier, I’ve met young guys in Berlin (The Gay Kink Mecca™ of the World) complaining there’s nobody interesting to meet. And people in major US cities, with world-class playrooms, complaining that everyone’s just looking for a quick fuck.

Then again, there are older, average sized guys in small cities having more fun than you.

Action Point: Stop blaming things you have no control over. External factors matter less than you think, and it’s a waste of time to blame them.

“Everyone is just looking to get a quick session.”

The second easiest way to escape the situation is to blame other people’s motives. You are looking for deep friendship, others are just want to get off and then vanish.

It is relatively rare to find an individual who prefers kink scenes with random people instead of people they care about. Most people prefer to form playing relationships, learning each others particular interests, and having deeper, mutual fun. Boundaries can be pushed with repeated sessions, and relationships can be developed out of this.

Why do we end up in random sessions? The same reason we have random sex, fail to eat healthily, avoid exercise, and smoke. Instant pleasure trumps delayed pleasure. And when we see other people on the hunt, we assume that’s the only way to go. Building a playing relationship takes time and effort, and it’s not always instant fun, so it’s easier to go online to jerk off to profiles and then complain how superficial everyone is.

Action Point: Be clear about what you want. Most people are open to deeper relationships, but you have to push beyond the surface. Meet people over coffee. Get to know them.

“Everyone just wants to sub. Why doesn’t anyone want to dom me?”

Finally, if you get over your appearance and other people’s motives, you still have The Sub Problem™. There are so many subs around, and so few doms, and the ones you find are all creepy in different ways. Why doesn’t anyone want to dom you?

If you look closely, you may see some irony here: first complaining that there are too many needy subs around, and then being one.

While it is true that subs are everywhere, and sane doms are not, the issue here is a bit deeper than that. When you complain about lack of domination in your life, it reveals that you look at the world through your own needs and supposed entitlements. Why don’t other people give me what I want? This is of course the exact same situation people face in all avenues of life: other people in the world seem to prioritize their own needs over yours, and so do you.

Chastity of the slave is absolute and essential to life as a slave. Chastity is not about occasional chastity play. Chastity beyond a couple of hours, or a couple of days, is no longer just for fun, but becomes a tool for devotion, power exchange and emotional connectivity. It is about the letting go of a slave's ego and giving a Master charge of his body. Chastity locks the slave down, physically and emotionally, to his Master. A collar is a chain or strap and a lock that goes around the neck and symbolises that body and mind is owned. A chastity device grabs the genitals and controls any chance of erection. It is an active form of participation in terms of ownership, a constant reminder of who has the key, who owns the slave sexually. The chastity experience dials up quite quickly. Day one it is erotic. Day two slave craves to make his keyholder happy. Day three slave is desperate for him. Within a week slave will do anything for his Master. Chastity as a lifestyle and as part of power exchange is different from chastity as kinky fun. The slave is even not allowed to ask to be unlocked. An infraction of this rule must result in punishment. A begging to cum is transformed into pure devotion to please the Master. Long term chastity is not about when the slave will orgasm next, it is about total power exchange, letting the Master own the slave body entirely, and knowing that Master will unlock the chastity device if he wants to. Chastity has its own power and mental energy. But, because it’s a mental journey, it’s important to remember that it grows, morphs and changes constantly. It’s a dynamic progress and doesn’t work well with rigid protocols and rules only that are not monitored.

Chastity device

The chastity regime must be ensured by a chastity device permanently locked on the slave's genital area with a penis tube designed for preventing full erection. The slave will even sleep with his chastity device on. The Master shall make every effort to prevent ejaculation, stimulation, gratification or pleasure of the penis by keeping the chastity devices working and using devices that comply with the latest technology and safety. If it is necessary to remove the penis from a chastity device, the Master will endeavour to maintain control of the penis through restraint or direct supervision. The penis must be reinserted into the designated chastity device as quickly as practicable at the end of an unlocked period.

Unlocked times

Unlocked times must be prevented as much as possible but will occur during periods of cleaning, for health reasons or any other reasons where genital area must be freely accessible.  If the slave is not locked he may under no circumstance ever touch anywhere in the genital area without express permission to do so. During slave cleaning periods, or when changing any worn devices, the controlling party will wash, clean, shave and otherwise care for the genital areas of the slave. Slave will never allow any third party to touch or play with genitalia without the express permission of the Master. The slave will wet himself in the shower, he will soap himself, bar of soap may touch his genitals and asshole, but he will never touch the slave genital area himself. The Master may remove the slave's chastity device for cock and ball training sessions. The slave is expected to become and remain erect during these rare occasions as a symbol of his never-satisfied need. As it will have been many weeks, perhaps months, since the slave had been unlocked, an erection is not likely to be difficult. The Master will likely tease the slave’s genitals, massaging them and toying with them.

Masturbation and sexual intercourse

The chastised penis shall never be masturbated or touched by anyone, including the Master, slave or any third party, in any stimulating, gratifying or pleasurable manner, with the intention to induce a cumshot. An erection of the chastised penis is periodically welcomed for health reasons and shall be induced as clinically as possible in a humiliating and punitive manner with every attempt to avoid pleasure to slave. Unless explicitly ordered by the Master, slave shall never pleasure itself sexually. This includes touching or manipulating its nipples or the penis in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner or penetrating its anus in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner. The Master may, at his sole discretion, deny any or all sexual intercourse to slave for any period of time, including in perpetuity. Slave shall have no sexual intercourse with any third party. Slave’s sole sexual satisfaction shall come from servicing the Master. The penis shall never again engage in active sexual intercourse and shall never penetrate a body cavity or be touched by lips or tongue. 

Sex drive

At times the urge to ejaculate may be almost unbearable for the slave.  He has standing permission to express his sexual feelings. As he is not allowed to speak or may be gagged he should do this by deep moanings, temptations to touch his genital area through the steel chastity device, or by winding his body. The Master will not punish the slave for expressing his feelings.  Instead, the Master will likely hold the slave very closely tight and lecture him gently on his role and purpose as a slave, and the role and purpose of the Master.  He will explain that the purpose of the slave is to need his Master, that being aroused is a symbol of this need, and that his horniness is absolutely welcomed.  He will explain that the purpose of the Master is to have his needs satisfied, that his orgasms are a symbol of this satisfaction, and that the slave should be proud and derive contentment from helping his Master ejaculate.  

Mental Control

Chastity has a high potential to control a slave mentally. In this heighten state of mind, where the slave is so focused on relationship and sexual needs, there is no possibility to escape from this mental prison. This can be difficult for the slave to deal with other life stresses, when not be able to get a stress relieved by sexual relief and relaxation. Chastity prevents the slave from escaping the ownership. It’s so massive that he can’t turn his vision away from it. If there are issues and tensions in the relationship, there is no way for the slave to temporarily escape from it. He is trapped in this mental prison by his Master. The chastity will certainly continuously train his devotion and submission. An increased sex drive, combined with the mental effects of chastity, leads to an unruly power that needs to be exchanged with the Master. In a final state this leads to a total power exchange in the Master-slave relationship. 

Chastity and TPE (total power exchange)

The following was written by the slave of a friend of mine, whose Tumblr blog is http://masterworxx.tumblr.com/.

Whenever these come around, I find they are always worth reposting. 

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SLAVE SAFETY

As a psychotherapist working in the gay community, I thought this was so well said and so germane, I’d like to share it.  This well organized thought came from another web site.  Dr. Ed ( dred)

SLAVE SAFETY

Advice from one slave to its brothers

1. Until you agree to submit, you are in control of what you do. Every Man you come across who says He is a Master deserves appropriate respect and deference. But simply because He says He is a Master does not mean you owe Him submission. Your submission is a gift. You choose Who to give it to. And until you choose to give it to a Man, you remain in control and should exercise that control — but always with respect and deference.

2. Never meet a Master for a session of service or s/m play before first meeting to talk. Remember what they say about bars? That the closer to closing time it gets, the better everyone looks? Keep this in mind also when you’re online. Everyone can look good online. Everyone can say the right things, type the proper words. Enjoy cyber — but know it is only cyber until you meet.

If you have spent extensive time with Him online or on the phone and feel okay with Him, you might consider that to be the meeting. But it still remains best to meet first in person — preferably in a neutral place, like a restaurant. Show Him respect and deference, but until you choose to submit, you remain in control of yourself even if you are at His place. Until you choose to give Him this control, His requests for you to undress, sit on the floor, or whatever, no matter the tone in His voice, are merely requests, not orders, until you accept them as such.

3. It is best not to plan or expect a session at this first meeting. Let it be just a meeting to find out if the two of you click and want to continue. This is a good test of the sincerity of the Master. Almost all will tell you They want an ongoing thing. If this is true, and if They really want you, then there is no hurry. You can meet first … and plan to have the session the next day, if you want.

4. Be totally and completely honest with potential Masters about what you seek, what your experience level is, what you fear, what you crave, and what your limits are. Your ego and your desire to not disappoint a potential Master may make you want to exaggerate. But it does no one any good if you tell a Master you can take a bullwhip when you have never even been flogged hard.

A good Master is not as concerned with how intensely you can play as with whether you genuinely want to play. Good Masters are looking for reactions and potential for growth. If They get a good reaction out of a slow, light flogging, They are as satisfied as when They get a good reaction out of a full-force bullwhipping. Well, maybe not as satisfied, but satisfied enough!

And never say you can take anything. You may find your forehead branded before the night is out.

5. Be totally honest with yourself about what you seek. There is an undercurrent in the leather community that a hierarchy exists among submissives. According to this “common wisdom,” it is better to be 24/7 than part time, it is better to be a slave than a boy, and so on. Don’t fall into this trap.

What is best for you is whatever meets your specific desires and needs. To be a man who submits only in sessions because this is all he needs is as valid and as good as being a man who submits to the complete control of a Master on a 24/7 basis because that is what he needs. Don’t let anyone, fellow submissive or Master, try to make you into something you do not need or want to be.

6. Follow your gut feeling about the Master. Even if your head cannot come up with specific reasons not to trust the Man, if your gut is sending up any sort of red flags, listen to it. If you find you are talking yourself into submission to a specific Master, then He is not the One for you. At the same time, learn to recognize the difference between fear of giving up control, which is good and exciting, and uncertainty about a particular Man’s trustworthiness. Most of the Men you meet will be trustworthy and not a problem. But a few will not be.

7. When you meet with the Master, do as much interviewing as He does — but do it respectfully, of course. What are you trying to find out about Him? Several things. Does He respect you as a man? Does He respect you as a slave? Will He respect your limits? Does He understand your level of experience, and will He work with it? Does He have experience or skills in the type of activity He wants to do, or is He just off on some fantasy trip? Do you like this Man as a person?

And, not unimportant, do you find this Man attractive either physically, personally, or because He has something to teach You? (Not every Master has to be a physical fantasy trip. Some may not be but are still well worth submitting to because you will learn a lot and They can give you exactly what you need.)

8. One major thing to look for is whether the Master is concerned about your needs and desires, about what you want to get out of this. If there is little discussion about your needs — if all the talk is about His needs — He is probably not the Man you want for a long-term situation, though He may be great for a quick session focused totally and completely on His desires. If you pick a Man like this to submit to, realize that you will probably need to take care of your own emotional and physical satisfaction. He is not going to give it to you.

9. Never go to a first meeting or session (or even a second or third) thinking that this Master may be good for a long-term relationship or for total control outside of when You are together. You are very likely to find yourself hurt and disappointed if you do. Full or 24/7 control develops over a long period of time — it is not created out of thin air.

10. When considering a Master for long-term or total control outside of sessions, look at the total Man. You are going to spend a lot of time with this Man outside of sessions. Do you like Him that much? Can you deal with all His idiosyncrasies, bad habits, insecurities, and personal baggage on a continuing basis? And if you think He doesn’t have any of that stuff, then you have just not seen it. And if you have not seen it, then you do not know Him well enough for such a commitment.

11. Limits. Have two sets: temporary ones, which you decide when to lift, and permanent ones, which always remain in place. You need to decide what belongs in each set. To help you understand the difference, here are the limits i used to use — and still do if my Master wants me to hunt for outside experiences:

Permanent — Safe sex. No scat. No blood. No drugs. Nothing illegal. No permanent damage physically, professionally, personally, or emotionally.

Temporary — Meet first. No total bondage; either legs or arms must be free at all times. (Yes, I want to be able to kick Him in the balls if I need to — or fight back some other way.) No blindfolds. No gags. Safeword. (We’ll talk about safewords below.)

You are the one who drops these temporary limits — one at a time or all together — as you get comfortable and feel you can trust the Man. You may even decide to drop them in the first session. But use your head, and listen to your gut, in deciding when to drop them, not your cock. If you are still not comfortable enough by the third session with a Master to drop any of your temporary limits, you probably don’t trust Him enough and shouldn’t see Him again.

(Having said all this, i must add that all limits, even permanent ones, go away if you are owned — and owned for a long time! Once the trust is total, there is no need for any limits. But you still choose when the permanent ones go away, not your Master.)

12. Try to get references on a particular Master before you commit to any sort of a session. Leather clubs and organizations are good for this, as are friends and people you talk to online. A good reference from another bottom is better than any sort of assurance from the Master Himself.

What to do if you get a bad reference? Don’t automatically reject the Master. Find out why the reference is bad. It could easily be that the two men simply did not click, or that the Master’s interests did not correspond with the slave’s. This can happen between any two men and is not a sign that either one is untrustworthy or bad in some way. A disregard for safewords, however, or otherwise ignoring limits are good reasons to call it off.

13. When you have your first session with a Master, no matter how well you think you have gotten to know Him, you need to protect yourself in case you have made a bad judgment call. There are many ways to do this. One of the most common is to tell a friend where you are going, the Master’s name, and the address and phone number of where you will be, assuming you have these. Give your friend a time when you will call him to verify that you are okay. Tell him that if he does not hear from you by that time, he should take action to find you.

Make sure, though, that you give enough leeway in the timing so that the Master does not have cops knocking down His door because you thought the session would end at midnight and He was just getting going at that point! Also, make sure you do call the friend if you are all right, even if it is from the Master’s home. Let the Master know you have made this arrangement and when your friend is expecting to hear from you. A good Master will not be offended and will make sure you can place the call.

14. Safewords. Everyone talks about them. Almost every Master says He will respect them. But do not assume that because a Man says He will respect them that He will do so in the heat of a session. Respecting safewords is an easy promise to make — and an even easier one to break. Accepting a Master’s assurance that He will respect a safeword is like assuming the white line in the street will automatically stop every car the moment you walk into the crosswalk. Most Masters do respect safewords, but some do not. Build some trust in a Master first before accepting His assurances at face value.

Here’s a test you can use in the first couple of sessions. When you’re in a difficult position or undergoing some heavy action, make noises indicating it is getting very hard to take and that you need something changed. See what He does. An immediate response from Him is not necessary — He may want to see how far you can go. But a timely response to your distress should be forthcoming. If it is not, don’t assume He will listen to a safe word.

15. When you are talking with a Master online or meeting Him in a bar or elsewhere for the first time, know that you are both doing a seduction dance with each other. And if you both play your roles correctly, you will both get turned on.

Being seduced and turned on is a good thing, but recognize it for what it is. You are both looking for the buttons that the other reacts to, and once you find them, you are both pushing them to get the reactions you want — He in taking control and you in submitting. But seduction is not real life, just a part of it. Wait until you get to know the Man in real life before deciding He is the One you really want to submit to.

16. Play the field. You’ll need to kiss a lot of frogs before finding your Prince. One mistake many slaves — especially those who are just “coming out” — make is to jump into serving a single Master exclusively and totally before they have figured out what it is they want and need. Resist this temptation, no matter how hard your dick gets or how fast your heart beats when you first hear a Master speak the words you have only heard in your fantasies before.

Any Master worth His salt is going to be able to get you excited and eager to serve. That doesn’t necessarily mean He is the one to latch onto full time. It just means that while You were together, you clicked. Get lots of experience. Compare the styles and characters of many Masters. Learn from each of them. Learn about Masters and, more important, about yourself and what it is you really seek from your submission. Once you have learned enough, especially about your own needs, then you can consider Someone as a full-time Master.

17. Recognize that a Master without a boy is often as desperate as a boy without a Master. They, too, are human, and They like to have someone They can depend on to play with and be with anytime They want. Plus, Masters generally have good-size egos and like to be able to impress other Masters by saying, “I own a boy” — or more than one.

Because of this, you may get a lot of pressure to make a full-time commitment or to go into full-time training at an early stage of your acquaintance with a Master. Resist this. Do not do it until you are sure that He is the Man you want in this role. Indeed, one sign of a really good Master is that He may offer you a position with Him without pressuring you in any way to make a quick decision. Such a Man understands how tentative and unsure of themselves many unowned slaves are and has enough confidence in Himself not to need a trophy.

18. Do not assume that in the early stages of getting to know a Master that He will feel the same toward you as you feel toward Him. It is very hard for a male to open himself up and become vulnerable to someone else, but this is exactly what we slaves do when we submit to a Master. Doing so provides an amazing sense of relief and satisfaction, and we feel a strong bond with the Man Who has seen us become so open and vulnerable. We feel close to Him and want to be with Him.

But, at least in an early session, the Master does not do the same: He does not lay Himself bare to you just because He plays with you. While He may like you, may have enjoyed the session, and may want to see you again, don’t assume He is feeling the same strong bond with you that you feel with Him. Over time, if you and He develop an ongoing relationship, He will feel this way. But not at first.

19. Do not mistake this bond you are feeling for love. This is why so many slaves decide, after only a couple of weeks, that they have found the Master they have sought for so long. Then they are hurt and disappointed when, a few weeks later, it doesn’t work out. Don’t make this mistake.

Since it is seldom that any of us experience real love in life, we may not know what love really feels like even though we seek it so desperately. As noted above, once you have laid yourself bare in a session, given that much control and submission to another Man, you are going to feel very close to Him. But this is not love. It is simply openness and a bond beginning to form. Enjoy the bond. But remember that real love means you know the Man well — not just the Master but the whole Man — and that you accept Him for what He is, warts and all.

20. Finally, remember that this is all supposed to be fun and satisfying. If it is not, if you find that the Master is causing you to be upset, worried, guilty, whatever — if you are not having fun or being satisfied — then don’t play with Him. Find someone else. Too many boys take this all much too seriously and never really enjoy the hunt, never really enjoy the sex, never really enjoy the submission, never really enjoy being conquered by a Master, never really enjoy any of it. They work too hard and are too desperate.

After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.

After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about what’s interesting in the area and so on.

After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friends’ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.

He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or he’d bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.

I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said he’d be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.

It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone else’s gear … so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.

Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought I’d love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care… He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.

Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.

Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.

In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.

A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.

He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.

He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was… he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.

He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or …. Anything at all actually…

I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me here….

I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.

I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.

Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.

The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon … I hoped he would tell me soon…

After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released … he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.

He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.

Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.

Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.

I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.

The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what …

At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.

The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except … at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.

At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and … as I was afraid of… back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.

He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.

Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.

Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but …

Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.

He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.

I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.

He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew I’d keep my mouth shut.

He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?

I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?

I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.

We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.

A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.

He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who…

Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so ‘freely’ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.

We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.

I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.

We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.

He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then started…. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item … my passport…. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.

He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, what….?

After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin … he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and … well… you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.

What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course you’ll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when you’re not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, I’ll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.

(Post 7/20)

As object, there will be times when the object is given an absolutely minimal amount of space to be stored in.

Face it, an object just has no status, no rights, no privileges and it should not have any expectations of ever being viewed or treated as anything other than a prized yet lowly object. An object can have expectations though… it can expect to be stored. it can expect to remain at the absolute bottom of the scale, it can expect a certain kind and level of hardship and suffering. There’s more that an object could expect but that’s a good base to work from.

As a rubber pig object, it will remain in its rubber skin at all times, when it’s stored it can expect to be sightless as well. There’s just no need for an object to see anything when it’s not being of service. it will frequently be stored in the smallest cage possible and even while locked inside that, it can expect further bondage and restriction. It’s not about punishment or cruelty, it’s part of the object’s never ending training and the severity of its bondage and confinement is admittedly something that a true object craves and needs deep inside its being.

an object might not admit to such a need, or even be aware of it, or its depths and true meaning, but its Master and Owner knows. He knows that the object needs to be tightly crated, it needs that security and confinement, it needs to feel the hard steel embrace of its Master. the object needs that constant training and reminder that it isn’t a person, that it can never expect to be an equal and even as its body starts to cramp and struggle under the pain of being so tightly confined, it knows that it’s suffering because it needs to. it needs to be a thing and it needs to please its Owner. Trapped in a cage, unable to see or speak, or even shift around, it knows its place in the world. Far too few people actually know their truth and where they fit in the world, and here… the lowly object, the lowest of the low has been given the gift of knowledge of just that. And that gift comes with a steel framed gift box.

Maybe eventually its Owner will free the object from being attached to the cage so that it can finally, thankfully at least shift its weight to one side or the other, or maybe curl up in a tight little ball on its side to lie down in its tiny cage. Imagine how grateful that object will be once it can do just that. Then suddenly that cramped confining little cage won’t feel quite as small. At least for a little while, until its knees begin to ache and need to be straightened out. When its neck also aches since no matter where the object is within the cage, it must keep its head bowed.

How long would it take for the frustration to mount, for the object’s body to fidget and shake as its frustration with its confines continues hour after hour? And when the Owner keeps the object in that ridiculously small cage overnight, or for days? It’s a struggle just to pee in a bottle in such a tiny space, drinking its fluids and nutrition through a tube gag when it can’t raise its head or unfold any part of its body. Knowing all the while that “it can always get worse” and that the object must remain silent and obedient, never whining or whimpering through its gag, never trying to plead or bargain to be released because it would be all too easy for its Master to once again apply more bondage to the object, to attach it once again to the cage and preventing the object from all that excessive and apparently wasted freedom to shift around inside the cage.

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself.

When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason”

“Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?”

“Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve”

As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig.

“You said I could try some bits on”

“Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?”

“Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter”

Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings…

“Wow, you really do have a lot of gear”

“Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us”

“Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask”

“Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid”

“Oh shit. Sorry to hear that”

“Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom”

“Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this”

Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless.“Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?”

“Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels”

“Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits”

Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit.

“Hehe. Piss pig, yes?”

“Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss”

“Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory”

Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk?

Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable.“I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock”

“Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it”

“You ever been pissed on, boy?”

Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind.“Um, no. What’s it like?”

With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny.“I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel”

With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction.Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything.

As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him.“There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?”

“Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected”

“Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?”

Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences.

“Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that”

“Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off”

Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit.“What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it”

Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing.“Yeah, um, sure”

Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it.“You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy”

Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him.

As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.

“Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look”

Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer.

“Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that”

“Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…”

“Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy”

This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much.Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber top. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it.

It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever.

“Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?”

Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his.

“Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you”

“Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny”

“Oh I can get you hornier, boy”

And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest.

“Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you”

Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable.

“Ever been fucked, boy?”

“A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway”

“Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?”

Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did.As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him.Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned.He then felt the zip being undone at his arse.

“yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly”

Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now.Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole…

“Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out”

As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more.

“Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even”

Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly.

Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost.

“That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for”

Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this.

“Please… No… I don’t want… oh God”

“Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want”

“I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic”

“Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny”

“Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee”

“Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig”

“Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…”

“Tell me what you want boy”

“I want… this. Steve. Help”

“I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want”

“Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good”

“Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though”

“Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.”

Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock

“Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want”

“I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum”

“Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy”

“yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum”

“You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs”

“Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss”

“What sort of pig?”

“A pozpig, boss. Give it to me”

“As you asked so nicely…”

Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole…

“FUCK YEAH”

“Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you”

“Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?”

Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever.“

What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward”

Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss.Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling.

Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life.

When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work”As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him.

“How do you feel pigboy?”

“I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this”

“Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong”

“Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?”

“Um, no Boss. I… don’t”

“Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?”

Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling.

“Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

…

It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss.

As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatised to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form.

Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now.

Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognise the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve.

“Oink pig”

“Oink Boss”

“How you been keeping?”

“Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick”

“Nice one. How does it feel?”

“It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?”

“Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful”

“I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now”

“You not gone out yet to celebrate?”

“No, part of me wants to obviously”

“Why don’t you come over, boy?”

Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then…

“Sure, when you free?”

Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and…

“I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on”

Jason got harder at the idea

“Okay, sure”

“That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother”

It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother.

Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fucksuit.

As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on.

However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch.

Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it.

“I’m in here”

Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fucksuit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve.

“Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.”

Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed.

Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating.

“Here, strap me in brother”

And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight.

“How do you feel, Boy?”

“Fucking horny, Boss”

“Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.”

“Yes, brother”

Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him.

“I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.”

“Yes boss…”

“Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother”

Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother.

“Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed”

It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in.

“Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?”

“Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.”

“Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation”

It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a pozpig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equalling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural.

Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his pozbrother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right.

Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything.

As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again.

“Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.”

Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel”

Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s pozcock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never known, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling.

It was like any other Friday night. Jack had been counting down the hours since lunchtime at work, and was ready to get dressed up and hit the club. He’d only moved to London a month or so ago, but was determined to find out about what the capital had to offer. After a smoke, Jack begun his ritual of kitting up in his favourite gear. He decided he’d live dangerously tonight, and would wear his rubber chaps, t-shirt and cut-off along with a jock with a red stripe. He knew he was a tease, and got hard when he saw how horny he looked in the mirror, after he laced up his 20 hole rangers. When he was ready, he begun the journey to the club.

Once there, Jack headed to the bar and exchanged small talk with the barman, as he bought his first beer of the evening. The club wasn’t full yet, so Jack decided to stroll around to see what - or who - was happening. Not wanting to get into anything just yet, Jack found a spot by a pillar, sparked up one of his pre-rolled spliffs and started to ‘people watch’ and keep an eye on who was coming in. He was looking out for his mate Matt, who’d said he’d meet Jack at the club as he’d never had the courage to attend by himself, and around ten minutes later, Matt arrived in his full suit, which he’d had adapted with an all round zip. Like Jack, Matt was reasonably inexperienced, but got off on the feel of the gear and the possibilities it held when he wore it. He wanted to be with other guys who felt this way, but was nervous sexually and had built up the courage to come here to meet Jack in gear for the first time.

Around half an hour later, Jack was feeling nice and high and so decided to check out if there was anything happening. He enjoyed rubber, and liked to get together with the occasional mate he’d make through the contact sites, but hadn’t really gone much further than a bit of light bondage and mutual wanking. It’s not that Jack was out of his depth - he’d keep his head clear(ish) enough to be aware if anything got out of his control. He’d heard that some guys became complete sluts in environments like these, and while he liked that atmosphere, he certainly had no plans to become like that himself.

As the night wore on, Jack started to notice a few guys, and he was also attracting the occasional glance himself. He got the eye of a 6ft plus rubber man, with obscenely bulging muscles wearing a half mask and an heavyweight rubber apron. Jack noticed the guys’ industrial rubber gloves were already slimy and that his boots had seen a fair bit of piss too. Jack recognised the guy from a website he’d found through a link of a link of a link, and knew he’d be way too hardcore for a guy of Jack’s relative inexperience. He noticed that the guy also had a slave trailing behind him on the end of a lead. Again, Jack thought he vaguely recognised the slave as a chap who’d messaged him before, and he was surprised that his message buddy had a master, and was a tad concerned when he remembered that his buddy had virtually no experience, and had only just started to develop his taste for rubber. However, he knew that pervs were everywhere in this town, and just put it down to being a bit stoned and bad lighting. This master had some effect on the other guys in the club, all of whom had stopped what they were doing and went up to him with their heads bowed, like he was the Pope or something.

This was all a bit strange, but being a relative newcomer, Jack assumed it was some kind of bonding thing where this bloke was some kind of local hero or visiting dignitary. Jack looked to Matt, and the pair of them felt a slight tension in their crotch areas, before smiling at each other with a ‘yeah, right!’ look in their eyes. As the ritualistic bowing ended, the man in the apron looked around and smiled, with an evil looking glint. There were only a handful of guys who hadn’t joined in, yet they all were staring at the scene in semi-disbelief. What on Earth was going on, and who was this man?

As the night wore on, Jack and Matt decided to go on their own individual wanders around the dark area. Jack had found himself a couple of guys indulging in some piss action, and together they decided to take it to the toilets where they could get messier. After indulging in his first piss session, Jack had felt a bit wobbly - he’d never tasted piss before, and didn’t expect it to make him feel this strange. Sitting himself down on the toilet seat after the guys had left, Jack started to feel a bit sick and dizzy, and within minutes, was slumped alseep in the cubicle.

After what felt like hours, Jack awoke and got himself together to get Matt and see if he was ready to get a cab home. He immediately sensed that the club was a whole lot quiteter than it had been when he arrived. The lights were out and the cloakroom locked when he ventured out of the toilets, and there were no sign of the owner or indeed anyone else. What the fuck had happened? Had he been asleep that long? And how come no one - even Matt - woke him up when they were closing the club?

Jack decided to see if the bar staff were still around, and so went back into the main part of the club. The music had stopped, although Jack could sense there was something going on towards the back of the club. He walked around a bit, and headed to where a thick rubber curtain had been pulled across the room. He could make out some moaning noises, and went to pull the curtain back. To his shock, there was Matt strapped firmly into the club sling, looking like he’d been drugged beyond his limits, covered in piss and cum and seemingly mouthing a mantra of what sounded like a number, as a line of rubbermen queued to methodically fuck him harder and faster. “Like what you see boy?”, came a voice in the darkness. Jack stood there wide mouthed as the big guy in the apron came towards him. “What the fuck are you doing to him?” shouted Jack, Apron smiled “Your friend here has decided to join my whores, he was perhaps a little hesitant at first, but I think you’ll have to agree, he’s taking to it like a seasoned professional!”, “Who are you, and what’s going on? There’s no way he’d be into this sort of thing at all”, raged Jack, as rubbermen started to surround him and grab him by the arms. “Oh, Jack my dear boy, your friend here is going to be a prize rubber whore for me and my slaves. As you can see, I have a few of them now, and there’s always room for more”. He grinned evilly as he went over to stroke Matt’s head, and turned it towards Jack’s direction. “Speak, slave, tell our friend here what you are”, demanded Apron. “I am Rubberslave Whore 251, my aim in life is to please men sexually, to please my master” slurred Matt. “You see? He’d fitting in nicely”, joked Apron, “You fucker, you can’t do this! His name’s Matt and he has a life and a career! He’s not a slave!” protested Jack. The Master then asked Matt some questions…

“What is your name?”

“My name is Rubberslave Whore 251”

“What is your job?”

“My job is to please men sexually and to please my master. My master allows men to use me as they see fit”

“What is your speciality?”

“I have been conditioned to be a cumdump for rubbermen, my holes are my income now. My income is my Master’s. He owns Rubberslave Whore 251.”

Just as Jack struggled in horror and disbelief at what Matt had become/ was becoming, the Master approached Jack with a gasmask. Before he could hold his breath to stop, Jack found himself passing out into the arms of the Master’s other Rubber Whores.

Jack awoke, as if from the longest lie-in imaginable, and allowed his eyes to adjust to the half light streaming in. Where was he? Was he still in the club? If so, how long had he been there? All these questions ran through his bleary mind as he tried to get up from where he was lying, but to no avail. He was strapped down to some kind of table and could barely move. He could sense that he was also naked and that his entire body was hairless, which came as something of a shock as the last thing he remembered wearing was his favourite rubber gear - what had happened to that? Jack’s mind went in and out of focus as the events that lead him here replayed in his mind albeit somewhat hazily. He recalled being in the club with Matt… ah yes, Matt, that was his name… and the piss session that left him in a bit of a daze… and something about rubberwhores. That was it, Rubberwhore Slaves…

Just as Jack begun to put a mental picture together of how he arrived at this place, the guy in the apron walked into the room. Jack was startled and started to struggle as the events in his mind cleared. Grinning broadly, Apron approached Jack and rested his hand on Jack’s forehead. “Good afternoon Jack, I trust you slept well?”

Anger begun to build inside Jack, and he tensed up with rage, “Where am I? What the fuck are you doing? Where’s Matt?”, “Oh my sweet Jack, so many questions for one with such potential… Firstly, you are in my facility, based some miles beneath the centre of London, as for what I’m doing, well that’s for me to know and you to discover along the way. You may not be too keen on my ideas right now, but trust me you soon will be. As for Matt, I know of no Matt, would that be 251 you’re referring to?” Apron flashed a smile that suggested that Jack knew all too well what happened to his mate, and just needed a little reminder. Apron called out “251, report to your Master at once”.

A few moments later, a door opened and in came a collared man in a full rubber suit that looked like Matt, except this Matt had a sleazy and subservient look to him. Nothing like the ex-hetero social worker who’d developed a yearning for men and rubber, this was something beyond Matt - a real drooling, hungry pig slut. Jack looked at 251/ Matt in disbelief and with a level of sadness and concern as he begun to accept that his friend would never be the same again.

It was at this point when Apron cut in, “Yes, this is - or should I now say was - the Matt you were concerned about. Is it all coming back to you now? He’s had a bit of a re-think about his life, and decided to join us here”. Jack fought back his tears - how on Earth could he let himself get into such a situation? And most of all, how was he going to get out of here? “What did you do to him, you bastard?” “Questions, questions, young man! I had a few friends entertain Matt when you were busy with in the gents with your piss session, and after a few snorts of poppers - and I must confess, these aren’t your normal shop-bought snorts, think of them more as a chemical lobotomy - he begun to lose his mind - or, to be fair, he wiped out most of it himself. The thing is with the new lads, is that they soon find themselves out of their depth in certain situations, and are easy to manipulate. Obviously, if he’d known what was going to happen to him that night, he’d have stayed at home, watched the telly and continued his repressed existence.” Jack started to freak out - as much as anyone could freak out when strapped down to a table - as Apron carried on “I sensed 251 would be an easy acquisition, and so I thought I’d keep him here for myself as a personal slave to train and abuse to extreme levels, and he can be of service to any visitors that drop in. Obviously, he has no use for his flat anymore - that’s on the market now - and a couple of abrupt, rude calls to his office helped terminate his career. All he’s left with now is his Master, and a hunger for men unlike anything I’ve ever seen before”

Jack was disturbed at how his evening had descended into complete weirdness, and regretted that his mate Matt had been irreversibly transformed by the whole ordeal, but what was in store for him? Was he to become a whore like his friend? Just as these thoughts scanned through his mind, Apron approached him with a syringe, “As you can imagine, dear Jack, now you’ve witnessed all this, you have no choice but to join us”, “In your dreams you sick cunt, never!” Jack shouted. “Tut tut, that’s no way to speak to a gentleman, perhaps I should fill you in. I have my whores everywhere, and they’ve helped me to define your new purpose and role in life.  I bet that you’d look good as a cock whore. Most of the guys you’ve chatted with or perved over their pics belong to me. I know your limits and I know your desires. Really, Jack, you should be thanking me for allowing your darkest and sickest dreams and wishes to come true, and I feel you’re perfect for so much more”, “I’d rather die first! I’m gonna get free and get out of here!” replied Jack. “How do you intend on doing that, dear boy?”, queried Apron, “You’re in a secure centre, miles beneath the ground, and if you did reach the surface, well… let’s just say I have a few contacts in the police force, the emergency services, the armed forces, as well as London transport, cctv, your favourite sex shop and even your local newsagent. So, the best thing you can do is just lie back and accept this jab as the doorway to your new life”.

Jack struggled to the best of his ability, but there was no way out. The syringe began to pierce his skin, and Jack started to feel very strange, as if a train was speeding through his veins, purifying him, raping his mind, giving him the biggest rush of his life. Within seconds, images of Jack’s existence started to flash before his mind’s eye. Family and friends, loves and hates, his first pet, people he fancied, significant moments in history, his favourite bands, art, TV and film stars - All sorts of random items and imagery that somehow put together made Jack the man he is.

And then, nothing…

Jack laid there, almost wiped out of his previous existence. What was there was definitely his body, even if his mind wasn’t. When it looked like he was in a suitable condition, the Master checked him over and liked what he saw. It was then when the doors opened and three of his whores walked in. Master had been monitoring Jack’s online activity via his network of slaves. What Jack was unaware of when he’d be messaging someone about their pics or a possible meet, was that they in turn would report back to Master, to help him build up a profile of who and what Jack was, what his desires were and ultimately to bring him into his fold. The whores were guys who’d also been inducted over the years, and were as hungry for sleaze and whoring themselves as their master had made them. Master had taken these guys’ fantasies and made them real, and pushed them further. Now they worked for him on a variety of levels - some would be ‘spotters’ who’d seek out new blood, others acted as a gateway, these were originally masters, but had now surrendered themselves along with their slaves and occasional fuckbuddies to the Master.

One of them - Karlheinz - was a German master who’d been living just outside the capital for the last few years, and had an array of sluts at his disposal. His profile would show dozens of pictures of fisting. His speciality was long, sleazy sessions in which he’d take an everyday man with ‘a bit of a fetish’ and make him into a cum hungry filth pig. He had had a couple of long term pig slaves - a couple of ex-office workers who’d been pierced and inked all over at his request, and were working as a pair of tricks for him, reduced to being cumdumps for any visiting friends. Karlheinz took a shine to Jack some time ago, and had wanted to play with him. Jack liked Karlheinz, but was too scared by how hardcore some of his scenes were, and so they had yet to actually meet. Now Karlheinz had Jack at his disposal, and Karlheinz was to work his magic for their Master. He walked up to Jack and started to probe around his hole, “Mmm, now that’s just a little bit too tight, but nothing I can’t work with “ he grinned to himself. He started to rub his hardening cock through his red rubber jock, as he spat at Jack’s hole to lube it up ready. Slowly he entered Jack finger by finger, with Jack putting up no resistance whatsoever.

Looking on was another one of Master’s whores. Jason was originally a sweet - but not necessarily naive country boy who’d occasionally travel up to London each weekend and go clubbing. He was more into the feel of the gear, and enjoyed bondage a fair deal too. He was fit - and he knew it - with his suit specially made to show off his majestic arse and the increasingly large tribal tattoo that went across the shoulders and down each arm. Since messaging with Jack, Jason had been inducted by Master. Master knew the two pervs were reasonably good friends, and had decided that Jack would work well with a partner, who’d be equally as sick as perverted as he was becoming. Always a quiet type, Jason said even less these days, preferring grunts and snorts to his now increasingly difficult to handle English. He stared on at Karlheinz’s probing, that had now become a full fist, and grunted in approval.

The final of the three was something of a wild card. Buck, who’d came to visit London several months ago, but hadn’t checked back into his hotel since meeting Master during his first visit to the club that was Master’s domain and hunting ground. Heavily tached with an almost constant cigar on the go, Buck enjoyed titplay to the extent that his own were the size of a bull’s. Jack had chatted with Buck about him breeding him up the next time he visited London, knowing that it was never likely to happen. Now Buck was looking down at the spreadeagled Jack, and had a shit eating grin that suggested he liked what he saw, and had planned to give Jack exactly what he wanted, and get Jack into cigars in a very big way too. Whether he liked it or not.

Time had long become a distant concept for Jack. As he stirred from his amyl mindwipe, only the basics remained in his head. He vaguely recollected his name and a few small details, but not enough of his life that he had been part of before this time. The Master saw that Jack becoming aware and slightly restless, and stuck on gaskmask and hood over Jack’s head, which had a strange looking switch device on the side. As Jack acclimatised to the hood, a strange type of hissing noise was evident in his ears. Unable to do anything about it, he let the noise continue, and was soon in thrall to its unique discordance.

The Master was very happy with Jack’s progress. As much as he enjoyed his chemical abductions such as whore 251, when he’d pop out and alter someone’s life in the matter of an hour, he preferred these lengthier scenes more. He liked the gradual becoming of his whores, the transformation process of men into total pigs, going past the point of no return into a life of filth. As The Master watched Jack along with his whores Karlheinz, Jason and Buck, who were all starting to drool at the sight of their prey enraptured in new and previously unknown pleasures, he made the near silent instruction for them to do their things. Karlheinz, who had by this point had gotten his whole fist inside Jack, smirked away, and set about going further in, and had started to grease up his other fist, while Buck was having some cigar fun with Jason’s tits just over where Jack’s head laid, letting Jack get his full share of the smoke. They would all get their turn, the Master was certain of that, as he wanted Jack to be trained into becoming one of his top earners.

As the scene developed, Jack was accepting Karlheinz’s fist without too much trouble at all. If Jack was conscious, or indeed the Jack that first walked into the club that night, he’d more than likely be horrified at what was going on. However this was showing signs of change. Jack’s mask was hooked up to a cansiter of gas, which he would inhale naturally, unaware of what it was doing to broaden his horizons way past anything he’d ever imagined.

Jason started to buck under Buck’s cigar tit torture, and was grunting - it was hard to decipher whether in pain or pleasure, but the monstrous bulge in his jock suggested he was enjoying himself. Buck then decided to begin Jack’s tit torture, not that Jack had much to work with, so he pulled out a pair of suction cups that would start Jack off. Making a pair of doorhandles may take some time, but Buck had hoped he’d be able to get them to a nice standard. Jason, now wanking himself through his rubber jock, started playing with Jack’s cock, and semi-grunted something about a piercing. Jack had a fair way to becoming like Jason, but these perverts had plenty of time on their hands…

The scene of Jack being fisted by Karlheinz, and having his nipples tortured by Buck while Jason drooled uncontrollably at their actions looked like something out of Jack’s deepest darkest fantasies. Even if he’d ever imagined that something like this was going to happen, it was more to the imagination of artists and the very finest, intelligent and filthy writers who’d keep him entertained on his favourite website, he knew he’d have to come a long long way before he could become like that, but part of him had wished and urged to be taken away from his everyday. Woefully under-appreciated in his job, each hour spent in his shithole of an office felt like a day, and his boss was just taking the piss. Jack had wanted to leave, and thought he’d happily abscond and disappear into a life of porn and was amazed how many offers he’d had when he’d logged on to an Escort/Client chatroom for a laugh. It had made him think that it’d be easy to go and meet some desperate soul, wank them off then make a couple of hundred quid for it. The closest he got to thinking about this career change was when he’d received a ‘friendly’ letter from the bank disclosing that he was hugely overdrawn. Now, as he’d eventually find out, that career move had been already been decided for him, and there’d be no backing out now.

The Master had been called to the observation room where Chief Inspector Edwards was waiting. Showing no concern that the police had finally located his underground world, the Master entered to find the Inspector by the desk, on his knees with his head bowed in respect. Edwards had been ‘recruited’ by the Master a number of years ago, Edwards, a well-respected father of three had long been on Master’s trail for a number of years, until he’d managed to co-ordinate a raid on the club where the Master would frequent, but had no idea that he actually managed to set himself up. The Master had taken great pleasure in making Edwards into a useful addition - someone who’d be able to massage the facts, or file false death or missing reports on some of the guys who were never to return - and he’d been made into a cumslut for Master to fuck and feed, and was always grateful when the Master seeded his hole. In thanks, Edwards would occasionally sacrifice younger officers to the Master, so he could increase his rubberwhore empire. Some remained in the force as spotters, a few, such as those involved in the raid had been chemically lobotomised and were some of the Master’s favourite playthings. His technique would be to capture one or two of the officers, and then parade them naked in front of their ex-fellow officers-now whores, then would dose them up, and literally throw them to the pigs. After being taken to new extremes by one or two of the flying squad, the new boys would then graduate onto whoredom and a new life. As a special treat, he’d make them all - and there were at least two dozen copper pigs in his collection now - seed and bathe an always grateful Edwards with their cum.

Edwards had both Jack and Matt’s details up on the Master’s laptop. Jack, it transpired, would have subtle little changes implemented into his old everyday life. Nothing too much. He would carry on working in his old job for the next few months, and would gradually build up his whore reputation in the evenings. Soon, he was to lose his life due to faulty wiring in the office. His boss would be held accountable for his death, completely unaware that he wasn’t actually dead at all, but being reborn in a new life bestowed unto him by his Master. Matt, however, or at least his ‘remains’, would be found on one of the few remaining bits of wasteland in East London the next day. His body too disfigured to be recognised, his 'death’ would be a cut and dried affair. His mother had moved away a long time ago, and was never one for keeping in touch, and other than Jack, Matt had few friends who’d be concerned enough at his passing. Edwards then flicked through some jpegs of his officers for Master to select his next sacrifice, he pointed at a handsome muscular 6ft+ chap named Simon, and to make it less suspicious, he selected another one - the bearded, thick set Dave - so that the pair of them would be called out to a 'disturbance’ at the club that next weekend. With that decision made, Edwards offered his arse to Master, and was rewarded with his seed, before being plugged again, putting his uniform back on and leaving.

Meanwhile, back on the other side of the glass, Jack’s arse was now accomodating both of Karlheinz’s fists, as Buck was applying a suction-based cock-enlarger onto Jack’s parts. Jack was going to be one hot fucking whore ready for anything once he was over this stage, and Jason was getting a bit over excited at this, and hungry for cock, was busily unzipping Buck’s rubber skinhead jeans to get his mouth round his vacced-up meat. The Master smiled broadly at this action, as he knew Jason was going to be important to Jack’s new future as both his lover and co-worker. The pair of them would soon be each other’s pig.

As Buck forced his thick cock further down the ever accommodating Jason’s throat, Karlheinz began to withdraw his hands from Jack’s hole, and moved over to start snogging Buck, this lead to Jason also playfully munching at Karlheinz’s jock. The Master noticed that Jack had been left to his own devices as the suction on his tits and cock worked into overtime. The Master looked down at Jack’s form and thought about a new - chiefly rubber - wardrobe for his escort, one that would show off his finest assets and get the big orders in. He also wanted Jack to help recruit more men, and by having primped and prepared to such a high standard, Jack would cause a minor riot in the clubs, and would be envied by all as he and Jason whored themselves to the hardcore. He reached down to an intercom and contacted Doug, who shortly entered the lab wearing low cut chaps, and a rubber waistcoat, with an array of piercing equipment. Jack’s nipples and cock would need to be accentuated with heavy rings to show how hard he now was. He’d also need a couple of tattoos too, but that would be something that he’d be programmed to accept was very necessary, and so left that to happen in due course as his new lover Jason would be very insistent in encouraging Jack to get inked.

As Jack laid there, still out of it, Doug was doing his work. Doug had previously worked in a bank, and had been brought to the Master’s attention by one of his skinhead whores. Doug was an old school traditional weekend skinhead who’d look suited and booted in his finest Perry, bleachers and boots ensemble down the bars of south east London, after being fairly respectable all week working in the city. The only thing that had originally prevented him from becoming pierced was an apparent fear of needles, although this changed overnight when he was set upon by some of the Master’s harder, more violent skins and given an almost mind-altering orgy of kicking. Now there was very few places on the young Doug’s body that hadn’t been pierced or inked - from the huge nose ring that clanked against his chin, to the large 'cumpig’ tattoo across his back - it was best that he changed career, as looking as he did now, it was no longer an option to continue in banking.

Doug continued his work on Jack, when Jason got up from guzzling Buck’s cum, and stood between Jack’s spreadeagled legs, grunting away with remnants of Buck’s juice dribbling from the side of his mouth, feverishly rubbing his crotch, and took advantage of Jack’s now exposed cock, after the suction pump had made it reasonably colossal, and chowed hungrily down on Jack’s newly pierced meat. Karlheinz took advantage of Jason bent over Jack’s cock and begun to lube up his fingers for an exploration of Jason’s hole. Not wanting be left out, Buck lined himself up at Karlheinz’s crotch, and set free his monster slick and greasy dick into his hungry mouth to begin a suck unlike anything the German had experienced before.

The perverts continued in their sleaze for some time, working each other up into a frenzy. Suddenly, an alarm went off in the lab, and lights flashed inside the observation booth. It would appear that Jack was starting to wake up…

Jack’s head was whirring about, trying to digest its new information, role and responsibilities. Jason, who’d been munching down on Jack’s vacced up meat, looked up to see Jack stir. The Master entered the lab to attend to Jack’s sudden reawakening. He wasn’t sure if Jack would fully take to everything his brain manipulation had thrown at him, and he was also concerned that he hadn’t destroyed the bits that’d made Jack, well, Jack. These were to prove invaluable as Jack to all intents and purposes, was still to be Jack, but also as one of The Master’s stable. One of the prime cuts in an already large and foreboding army of man meat, designed to pleasure and be pleasured in what could only be described as totally hardcore.

Buck and Karlheinz looked on with fierce hard-ons, they were dying to get their hands on Jack more and more. Knowing that the pre-requisite pleasantries were out of the way, they urged to get their hands on and in him. Master had long decided to make Jack into a cumdump, and motioned to Buck to start it off. Jack obviously had been fucked before, but had never actually taken any loads. Buck recalled his early messages to Jack, when Jack offered his hole to be bred and fed like a cheap cumdump whore. Buck’ bloated tube was going to take advantage of Jack’s current situation and give him what he originally had jokingly wanted. Jack’s hole was going to be bred up and advertised as available to any man who wanted it, and by the time these pervs were done with him, that’s just how Jack would like it - as if it had always been the way.

The Master removed Jack’s gasmask - Jack’s head tossed about in a form of weariness and surprise at the blinding light streaming in after days of darkness, and rather than swear at what was happening to him, and curse the men who had surrounded him, Jack’s face looked a little less restrained, and a touch more animal. His lower lip seemed to protrude more so, as a filthy grin spread across his face when he saw Jason noshing his cock, Jack bucked and tried to let Jason have as much of what he could fit into his mouth, Jack then let out a roar - somewhat inhuman - that suggested he liked what was happening. The Master then stroked his new acquisition’s head, as he smiled to himself at yet another success. “Oh, my dear Jack. How you fought against joining us, and now here you are, ready, able and willing to obey my every word and work for me and open yourself up to a world beyond your wildest dreams”. Moaning contentedly as the Master tugged at his tits, he bent down to snog Jack passionately. Jack responded with a keen affection, as his master worked his tongue around Jack’s eager mouth.

The Master then stood up and smiled at Jack “tell me boy, what’s your identity?” Jack slurred, and then as words formed into coherent shapes in his chemically abused mind, he replied: “This is Rubberslave whore 252…”

***

It had been one hell of a night/ weekend/ week by the time Jack, or 252 to give him his new, alternate designation, had been inducted into being one of The Master’s Rubberslave Whores. As the months passed, Jack/252 was gaining a reputation for himself as one of the sleaziest escorts around, and along with his new partner/ evil twin Jason, would continue to reach new heights/depths of depravity. He would still, to all intents and purposes, have an ordinary everyday existence - well, for a few hours a day anyway. There were still the basic essentials of having somewhere to entertain ‘clients’, and the place he was now sharing with Jason (AKA 207) had all basic mod cons, with food delivered, broadband, a cleaner - another one of The Master’s employees named Bruce/186, who’d been a top stockbroker but now gets his payment in cum from the guys whose houses he now cleaned - and a playroom so well equipped, it was better stocked than all the sex shops in the city combined, with some of the most eye-watering gear, equipment and toys imaginable. Jack/252 and Jason/207 never had to think about bills - they were paying for such things in other ways. Jack/252’s life was now under The Master’s control and, quite frankly, he’d never been happier.

There were still days when Jack/252 would catch himself in rare moments thinking of his old life. Certain old routines came to mind when he’d travel past his old haunts and workplace. Jack/252 would dismiss these moments as a weird deja vu, as they would never develop further to trouble him too much. The Master had been doing this sort of thing for too long to let anything, or anyone, screw up. What Jack/252 knew now was normal - the piercings, the addiction to working out and his increasing tattoos were natural. The fact that he had one of the horniest men he’d ever wanked over on the internet as his partner, they both had a lust that neither of them had thought was possible. Of course, The Master still had full control, and would occasionally summon 'the twins’ in to help with training up new recruits and to free the potential whores still trapped in their miserable existences.

Most of Jack/252 & Jason/207’s catches were the customers who’d file in throughout the day. Some were well aware of The Master’s set-up - in fact, most were programmed to be 'topped up’ by them, and they in turn would help introduce the curious men who’d they’d encounter in their everyday lives as potential customers. The Master also kept an eye on his charges and would instruct them to loosen up any particular customers, and perhaps lead them too into a potential life of whoring for his stable.

Soon there was nothing that could faze Jack/252. Jason had taken him to such new extremes and levels of pleasure, that Jack/252 could take anything. Things Jack/252 would never have thought of before had become second nature. In fact, he didn’t bat an eyelid when he saw his friend Matt /251 again, although now he was no longer capable of normal language, just dealing in grunts and snorts. He’d taken to wearing brown rubber and was living in the darkest recesses of The Master’s underground empire, quite literally happy as a pig in shit indulging in inhuman practices that only the most depraved and filther would consider.

Rubber was made for dehumanation of slaves, and their conversion into objects.

Worn by an object, rubber hides much of what makes a human body, what makes it different from another human body. Of course, there are still differences in size, width or general shape, but a rubber-covered body looks like another rubber-covered  body, they no longer have a real identity of their own. Without this human physical identity and personality, the slave loses part of its humanity and thus becomes an object. During its existence, the object will very rarely see itself in a mirror or it may eventualy glimpse its reflection somewhere.  Despite the passage of time, when allowed to see, it will only see a human form without a face, without identity, expression or character and what it sees will never, ever change. This immutable image detaches it from the passing of time, cancels identity and the object will forget the image of itself and how it looked like before it was encased in its rubber skin. As soon as it is encased in rubber, a new identity of rubber object is created : it is just one thing, another possession of its Owner.

A rubber suit that completely covers an object is its skin…. The object feels the rubber all around it, it feels its pressure from all sides and its elastic pressure ; everything that its human skin felt before, all its senses of touch are completely modified. Always thick on an object, rubber has a numbing effect and some former human sensations disappear completely, becoming too weak to be felt. A slight breeze will cause no sensation, the passage of its rubbergloved hands on any surface or on its own rubbered body will no longer allow him to feel texture of anything it is in contact with, the outside  temperature will be felt high or cold, never mild. Over time, with this permanent rubber, this lack of sensations will become the norm, changing the consciousness it had of its former environment and body. As it no longer feels things in a human way as it did before it was rubbered, its former humanity is taken away and its objectification increases every day, every hour, every minute.

An object in process is a slave who quickly or slowly -this depends on the Owner- loses  its  humanity, the image it had of itself disappears, the perception of its environment is modified and all this mainly because of this compulsory heavy rubber skin. When a human is engaged on the way to objectification, it must be aware that the loss of humanity and identity will be permanent this human may sometimes fear to lose control over himself, to collapse into pieces, to get lost : he is right to be afraid if its motivation and devotion to a Master are not absolute. But the rubber suit is a container for the object. It is there day and night, its embrace and physical presence are useful to remind that what the slave or object is experiencing is real, it is not a dream nor a nightmare. Rubber then became an omnipresent physical reminder of reality, it made it possible to define limits or an outline, it gave consistency to the object.

When a Master would hand his slave a thick, heavy black rubbersuit and tell it:“ put this on, slave, this is what you will wear permanently as My  property. ”, it’s a most decisive moment. At this specific moment, the slave makes his last human decision, probably the most crucial of his life. The moment it had been waiting for so long is now here, it had imagined it in a thousand ways, from dream to nightmare, from the greatest desire to the greatest fear. it is completely naked in front of its Master and yet it is sweating. The heart knocks, past present and future intertwine in a furious moelestrom, it can’t follow any idea or thought. The suit is there right in front of him, the powerfull smell of the rubber bewitches it, penetrates its empty mind, this is absolutely not the first time it has worn rubber, so why is it so anxious? This suit is intimidating, it seems so heavy, so rigid, the black so deep. The idea of living rubber as a permanent constraint make it dizzy.

it will have to learn to move again because its rubber skin may cause it to overheat, or worse, the object could damage it. The slave committed itself to being transformed and to learning some time ago when it entered into the service of its Master. It knows that the rubber will definitely transform it this time. But the changes have already begun, so why fight? it will have the flexibility of rubber and will be part of it… The dizziness stops. It’s taking a step towards the rubber suit. The prospect of being locked in there without knowing when or if it will come out may make it hesitate. Time will soon become nothing more than an abstract notion, just like fear or envy. Without will and without rights, unlike human beings, it will be defined by rubber and the use made of it by its Owner. The slave already commited to separate itself from any material or spiritual possession. Today, it is naked in front of its Master, blank shaved head to toe, gagged, cock and balls locked up under the metal of its chastity, ass invaded by the huge plug…. it has already left much behind, it has prepared itself for this moment, this is only a step and it will continue to evolve. it has always expressed its need to be enslaved, enclosed in rubber, trained and modified and today it recognizes it more than ever. The heart is calming down.

it looks at the heavy thick rubber suit and it also sees the irons and chains cuffs waiting for it on the side. With the time spent in the service of his Master, it learned to love and hate them, to be part of the rigid steel enclosing it like an exoskeleton, to fight desperately against the weight and implacable rigidity. Sometimes too heavy, too rigid, too constraining, the truth is that, chained, immobilized, safely stored, it feels safe and free. At first, fetters and chains helped it to trust its Master by giving all power, they taught it endurance when it must move, even without the physical presence of its Master they are a constant reminder of its power over it. With the control of its senses and unable to move it has become much easier for it to surrender to the absolute control of his Master. As paradoxical as it may seem, its chains have made him free, free to give everything, free to accept its total objectification.

One last step, it is already enveloped by its smell but it can now touch the rubber, it contemplates a part of its future. it then looks at its Master. it remembers the meeting of two humans, its attraction for this charismatic but so calm and imposing Man. How their respective impulses and instincts guided them towards each other like two magnets. The One who could see that despite success and a full life, it had a need for meanings and also total abandonment . How He had helped it, with unfailing determination, to understand and transform itself despite its doubts. The One to whom it gave control by becoming its slave, its love becoming veneration for the One who had liberated it. How it had reassured the slave the first time it realized that there would be no return to the human being that it had been. The One, it worships for ever and to whom it simply answers: “Yes Master, it belongs to You”.