The Screaming Rubber Chair
You said you were a worthless object, so after capturing you on your way to work - I made it happen! That’s what you wanted to be and that’s what you will be - an object!
Aren’t I the best Master in the universe? You’ll stay like this forever - ok you’re only 18 years old and you’ll never experience anything again - you can’t move - not even a millimetre, your eyes are blacked out by tight black rubber so you can’t even open them, your ears have white noise playing in them. You’ll have shit pumped into your mouth - just a small stream of it - enough to keep you alive - you penis is cathetered, your anus is plugged and your shit is released automatically once a day - only to be fed back to you! Your penis is locked and in chastity with an incredibly spiky chastity device. Even the slightest erection will have you screaming.
In fact I expect lots of screaming - from muscle atrophy and fatigue, from the endless shit being pumped into your mouth, from a painful penis and from never escaping the rubber chair.
I’ve arranged lots of big men to use you and sit on you - you’ll struggle to breath as I’ve only allowed you one nostril to breathe through - you don’t need more than that. OH how you will panic with barely being able to breathe. I expect your brain will lose so much cognition and you’ll eventually end up with a very low IQ.
Some days I’ll keep you plugged and keep filling you with men’s and your own shit - and then ensure you’re sat on just to make you scream louder as you’ll be full of shit and pain!
You always wanted to be an object - you must have told me a thousand times - so now I’ve made it happen. At least I think it was you when I kidnapped you - but then again, it could be a completely innocent bloke. Either way, welcome to your life as the Screaming Rubber Chair.
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