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[sparkypuppy1931-deactivated2018]

[pdxbondage]

In my fantasy I am invited over for a drink and when given the tour of his home he shows me his play room after a little teasing he asks if I want to see what his sleep sac feels like, after i strip and get zipped up he kiss’s me and ask how i like it? I say it feels great! then another kiss then a gag is forced in my mouth and he says I am glad you like it you now you get to spend some time inside. The I am hooded and he adds the posture collar then I feel the straps around my body, the sound of the chains and the feel of the pull and the sound of each lock

[sparkypuppy1931-deactivated2018]

[subhumanfag]

The faggot’s master likes to give it some time to imagine what he’s going to do with it before he comes to punish it. All the fag can do is hang there, waiting full of dread for its master to arrive.

[atomicarcadeanchor]

Tied Up And Ready To Play

[spiketied]

Lost a bet..

[lockedazntropy]

"The night picked up after that, and Jake didn’t have much time to think. The men came to use him as urinal more often than as a cumdump, but Jake got his fair share of both. They were drinking, making them piss more frequently and also making Jake drunk from their piss. The night ended with the group coming into the room and moving him into the centre. For almost ten minutes, piss and cum rained on him from all sides as he tried in vain to catch it all. Then the room emptied and Jake was alone, until finally he felt hands reaching for the hood and pulling it off."

Picture is of yours truly.

Excerpt above is from

Hooded and kneeling, Jake waits to pay off his debt

Which is a perfect description of my training that night.

[nervetonic]

You can hardly believe it worked. You pulled it off. There he is, or rather there it is. You stare at it in astonishment. You rubberized him. Is he alive? He's certainly not dead. These are questions for philosophers, nothing to do with you.

He'd been your boyfriend for a few years. It was great at first. You loved fucking that fine ass, you couldn't get enough. At first he was ready, willing, and able. Then the excuses began, the "rain checks." You saw his eye begin to wander. He broached the subject of perhaps opening up the relationship. You felt your perfect little world beginning to crumble. No, this would not do at all. Unacceptable. You'd waited years for someone like him to come along. He was perfect. Funny, smart, hot as hell. No. You wouldn't let him go, opening the relationship would've been just the beginning. Then you realized he was 29. When would his looks begin to go, when would his naturally beautiful body begin to thicken, to sag, to lose that special something? You not only wanted to keep him, you wanted to keep him as he was.

In retrospect, rubberization was the only real option. Preservation of the beloved person in their ideal state. From beloved man to beloved object. It was the only way.

You scan the black rubber body, laid out on the post-conversion specimen table. Gleaming, sensuous. Your hungry eyes take in every inch. Smoothly muscled, perfectly proportioned. You imagined it as the climactic scene in a dark, disturbing 1970s science fiction film, with the eerie tone of a wavering analog synth conveying the mood of strange new realities, when the hero arrives barely too late to save the victim from this unholy transformation. You wondered immediately what it would feel like to fuck this thing. You wondered if somehow he's still "in there" somewhere, in some way. You knew the posture collar would look great on its slender neck. How you used to love kissing that neck when you snuggled on the sofa.

No more sofa snuggles. No more smiles across the dinner table. But something more than compensatory awaits. Total control, total access, no possibility of refusal. It's yours, all yours, this idealized, abstracted version of your perfect love. Your cock swells.

[nervetonic]

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

[rubbergimpz]

[gimpgod]

Wall art is finally going somewhere. That gimp is not.

[bddsdl]

That'll teach me to volunteer without asking full details... It's Saturday 9am and i got rubbered up, gagged and strapped into the demo model of the wheel for a test run, a small motor spinning the wheel.

Then i was told: 'The trade show will open at 10am, so let's polish everything up before starting the motor again.'

He and one of his store lackeys then polished everything perfectly before the rotation started again.

'You just enjoy yourself on there, the rotation will stop at midnight automatically and resume at 7am again, running for the entire Sunday until the show closes at 8pm.'

I though 'F*ck', is he serious, keeping me 36 hrs on this wheel now?

The massive mouth filling silicone gag prevented much noise, my protests weren't really disturbing anyone and got completely ignored. The after some time starting confusion from constantly being turned around and around made me focus on that, having settled into the fact that nobody will be responding to my protest grunts anyway.

The day with public stopped at 8pm, clearing and locking up took half an hour, but when everyone left, i was still spinning around.

The confusion in my brains got even worse when at midnight it actually stopped as he mentioned, i was however more thankful that it was not upside down, still it took some time even then to find enough tiredness to doze away, to be woken from the wheel starting to spin around again.

Another day of boring and confusing wheeltime followed he already suffered one. After closing time then, finally around 9pm i got released from the wheel.

Feeling instabile from continued spinning the weekend, i sat, waiting to be clear enough to stand and get undressed. The owner stood over me then and told me:

'As agreed, your compensation for the weekend is 150 bucks. However, as stated in the waver you signed, all the gear you wore for the weekend cannot be sold anymore, not just worn, but the suit also being made to measure for you, so i'll have to charge you for it, so after deducting your compensation fees, you owe me 1100 bucks now. You pay by card or cash?'

I did not have such money, i volunteered to make some extra i desperately needed, not to purchase all this, so i told him there was no way for me to pay, if i had known that was part of the deal i never would have done it. He just laughed, telling me i might have read that waver first before signing then, now it was too late... but....

'If you want, you can work it off, there's more trade shows to come and you can spend each of them as you did this weekend until the debt is paid. But to guarantee you show up to all of them and don't run, i'll insst locking you in one of our chastity belts for the duration, your choice, do we have a deal?'

What could i do, i wasn't able to pay, but.. a few more shows and all that gear is mine... so sighing deeply i nodded at the end.

His lackey then helped me out of the gear and he himself then attended my lockup, a nice steel full belt, adjusting it a few times to fit proper. I sighed again after it was done, feeling that tiny tube my dick was locked in now, there would not be any fun for me for a while now for sure.

I got dressed in my street wear then and asked about the next date. He responded by handing me a list with dates and locations and said:

'Of course the belt gets added to the items to pay for, so we're at 3450 now, i'll pay you 150 for each show, that's 23 trade shows, you can see the dates and locations on the list, the next one being in three weeks, there is one pretty much every month, except the last 3, being longer apart. So as you can see, you're locked in that belt until the end, which is for the next 2.5 years.

Now... i AM open to a different arrangement to shorten that time, if you not just be there for the shows but spend every weekend in my store on that wheel as well, i will be happy to cut that time down to one year only.

You just go home now and sleep over it, at the end of the next whos in three weeks, you can let me know if you're interested in this alternative. Now get out of here before i rethink that generous offer.'

I was stunned, i had not in my dreams estimated this kind of duration, but was fucked, but giving up every single weekend.. nah, that's a lot...

Nevertheless, those three weeks drove me nuts, the amount of pain felt on every hard-on, those wanted and stimulated, but also those in nights and mornings i could not control, it made me rethink his offer and agree to shorten that time.

What i do not know yet and will find out during time in his store every weekend, he is going to add headphones and slowly programming my mind, 48 hour at every weekend, the drugged fluids i get fed during that stay making me most receptible to it, when that year would be over, i'd no longer even WANT to get off that wheel and beg him to hire me permanently.

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) I was in town for the long fetish weekend. Geared in my favorite full army i went out exploring right after the check-in was done.

I saw those tow stand outside a store and could not help, had to compliment how the boy kneeling there looked inthe full gear, locked proper into all of it, could not resist to also mention that i'd gladly be like that on the end of that leash as well.

I then went into that store browsing a little, but not long after he came inside as well with his boy on the leash of course, came up to me and asked if i was serious earlier, because he'd agree to have his boy and me swap, give his boy some time of freedom to enjoy, but i'd have to swap all of it, what i wear against what he wears.

How could i say no to that, as surprised as i was, we went to the back of the store and he told me to strip, during that he unlocked all the padlocks, every jacket strap and the muzzle were locked of course, and then got the boy out of things.

Muzzle first, jacket, boots and pants went on the floor, and i could have guessed, of course a full chastity belt was also part of the whole, but this one also had a plug locked in.

While he told his boy to get dressed in my stuff, from the undies to the cap, everything, he started me on the belt forst, a little adjustment here and there and it sat snug, but then of course... he grabbed some lube from the store, still it took quite some effort on my end and quite a gasp when that plug finally slipped into place and the backplate on the belt was padlocked, securing it here.

The still warm leather trousers followed, rough wool socks and the boots were next. The jacket was just as warm from his boy wearing it just before, felt great too, arms in, zipped and buckled on the back and then the crotch and arm straps tightly secured as well, every strap padlocked as they were before.

I moaned slightly, it felt so horny, but my dick could no longer get hard freely, only now, growing slightly and getting me into trouble, i felt the inside of the tube on the chastity belt was spiked, quickly moans of pleasure turned into hissing of pain...it was hard work to convince my dick to relax enough to stop the pain.

The muzzle then came as last one, again i missed it before, but a massive silicone gag was embedded in the front shield, removing ability to speak fully and no longer allowing more than muffled, almost silent grunts. Strapped in place it was also padlocked of curse then.

But the... a lot of bystanders in the stroe watched the swap of course, butone of then shouted: 'He asked for it, why don't you make him spend all weekend in it then. '

He looked at me, by now kneeling at the end of his leash as his boy was before, his grin was not promising... then i saw him hand all the keys to all the padlocks to his boy, stuffing those into the pocket of my army trousers, then he said to his boy:

'Let's make sure of that. You got this boys hotel key, so you can stay there until we check out Sunday afternoon, so for the next 48 hours make sure that i do not see you anywhere, else i double the punishment you received last time you fucked up seriously, and we both know you won't want that. Now get lost!'

He gave him a clear push, making sure the boy leave immediately. Then, looking down at me while the bystanders laughed on what just happened: 'Looks like you're stuck at the end of that leash exactly as you are now, those keys won't be back for the next 48 hours, you can bet on that. And beware: if you embarrass me during that time by not being the most obedient and best behaved property, you'll regret it too. Now get up, i have some more stores i want to visit before dinner.'

He pulled on the leash and i had no choice, but my mind was racing, hard to focus on walking on that leash when my mind was too busy thinking what happened, stuck for the coming 48 hours like this, damn... But the bigger problem were those spikes inside the chastity tube, and would be for most of the 48 hours likely.

(PS: if this would be happening in real to meet - which will never be - and get the offer to swap, and even if you tell me in advance that i'd not be out any time soon, i'd still not hesitate to go for it)

[sneakerbootsocklover413]

Same!! I'd jump at the chance in a heartbeat!!!

[rubbergimps]

[boyryan54]

Fuck this is hot

[rubbergimpz]

[davidisacamp]

horizontal hour took on new meaning when Phil was put in detention

[invids1]

bad boy, Phil…now you’ve got lots of time to think about what you did…and said…

“UHH?!…UHHNGH!!…uHH!!”

…when you could speak…hehhehheh…

[rubbergimpz]

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) Not only was this suit extremely thick rubber, that short visible tail also extended into a massive dildo inside, now stuck up my sore butt.

When i found this suit in the store during my abroad holiday, i practically begged the store owner to let me try it and accepted the matching dog face hood with it as condition, even if that hood with it's severely darkened lenses left me with very blurry black and white sicht only and the also embedded a massive gag that no longer allowed anything but gruffs and grunts,.

As horny as it was at first when he then added a collar and chained me to the corner of the store into a doggy bed, i had enough after a few hours, but he kept ignoring me, laughing, together with possibly present customers, about my futile attempts to let him know, sounding like nothing but dog gruffs and grunts.

When he finally closed the store, i expected to finally get out, as horny as the suit was, it was exhausting and not really comfortable after that long time.

Instead he unhooked the chain from the corner and forced me to wal on my fours down into the basement of the store, where he hooked that chain onto a frame again.

He placed a dog bowl with water near enough, then finally:

'Before i take off that hood and with it the gag, today you get some water, and if you behave tomorrow morning when i hood you again and place you back in the store, you might tomorrow evening get some food as well.

You kow locked into that suit you are in no position to refuse anyway, i have no problem to force that hood on you again, but i expect obedience, nothing else, in exchange you get food. So until you are obedient, you will starve, so it is just a matter of time, no matter if you want it or not.

Also you can scream as much as you want down here, this is an industrial area, nobody will hear it throughout the night or in the morning.

But: you scream, no food, you use any form of human speech while not hooded and gagged, no food, you don't fully cooperate getting the hood on in the mornings, no food, as simple as that.

So lets get that hood off for the night, i'll be back in the morning to put you back into the store.'

He took the hood off then and i started shouting at him in anger and protest, but he ignored it completely, before slamming the door shut however he turned and told me that there would not be any food tomorrow, then he was gone.

Fuck... is he serious.... but trying as much as i wanted did not help, that thick rubber, that suit, there was no way for me to get out of, so i basically depended on him now, i'd resist, but also was aware that he was right, it was a matter of time before the hunger would take over and get me docile... fuck.... enclosed fully nobody has any idea who i was and being a foreigner, nobody here would even look for me, was that it????

(and yes, my face hasn't been seen by anyone but him since that day... and i am still sitting, now obediently following his commands, in that corner of his store evey day of every week, long having given up on hoping for this to ever change again)

[boundoflife]

We all know the "guard" is not going to keep his promise…

[boot-slave-247]

[jamiwil-deactivated20260306]

It's a dream. Would love to be placed in stocks and shaved smooth by my dominant top.

[boundoflife]

If your boyfriend refuses to let you shave his head, you'll just have to find a solution… :-)

[rubbergimps]

5ildo

[bondagedk]

Awesome Horny

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) Got a cheap room to rent, with a lousy low paid job that was my savior, but it came with quirks, whenever my landlord demanded, I was to be available for his kinky fun games. I didn't mind too much, even though he was ito much more than I was used to.

It wasn't unusual that shortly after I came home from work Friday noon he ordered me around for some fun stuff, so within an hour after my arrival I ended up plugged, chastised and head to toe in one of his full rubber suits, the one without eyes even, so blind as a bat.

He led me to the wall, I knew what was about to happen, I had spent more than once in the contraption for his amusement, so I got in position and felt him close and lock all the shackles fixed on to the wall, immobilizing me there with leg sand arms slightly spread, and I did try in the past, but there was no way off that spot until he chose to release me. He pressed a gag onto my mouth, the moment I opened I felt it, the large one, silicone gag filling the mouth, tongue separated, once its front shield slipped between lips and teeth, I was certain to make barley enough noise to be heard when you stood right next to me, and once the final piece, the thick heavy leatherhood dangling off the ceiling in the right height, was placed and buckled shut, the last part, my head, was kept in place also, It didn't have eyes or mouth openings either, just two small nose holes,. the final strap around the mask mouth are also ensured that gag was pushed and kept firmly inside in place.

I had spent many times hours and hours like this, just for his amusement to look at the helpless suffering guy strapped into this entrapment, I wondered how long his time before I finally got out again. Things one does for a cheap rent… I'd find out right then, when he said:

'You've spent enough extended times like this so far, so it won't be an issue when it gets a lot longer this time. With Monday being a public holiday, I have decided I'll be heading out for a long weekend visiting friends abroad. It's not that I would need to prevent you from doing any mischief… yet… that'll be something we might start talking about soon as well, but I decided I'd like to enjoy knowing you suffering here while I enjoy myself out there.

Don't worry, the neighbor agreed to water my plants and that rubber object stuck at the wall also. In exchange he got my permission to make use of that object as well, should he want to, not that he can do too much, since I have the keys to those shackles and the chastity cage with me, still, he might find ways to amuse himself with you during his visits. But other than that… enjoy yourself here and know I'll be checking in via the live stream on the cam regularly too.

See you Monday evening then!'

I grunted into the gag in protest, this was way beyond soemthing i could cope with, but heard the door of the room slam shut and knew that he'd no longer even hear those protest grunts, what the heck… is he serious… and what the heck did he mean with 'soon to talk about', what's in his mid there… but for hours and hours nothing happened, and once i knew it was way beyond the times i previously spent here like this, i started slowly believing… f*ck…

What i did not yet know, this weekend was just the beginning of the end of my freedoms, soon enough I'd not have any at all anymore.

[frencheastmaster]

[muffleduk]

🖤😍🔒😍🖤

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) I did beg for it indeed, almost a year ago to the day when i lost my job and we decided i might not actually need one and just became the stay at home housewife. I asked, no really begged him, to intensify that hierarchical relationship we had, make it as total and final as possible.

He warned me more than once, there would be no way back from it, i still insisted, with a raging hardon, well… that dick took over my thoughts at the time obviously, but since the day he made it happen, that dick was no longer enjoying any freedoms either and the situation i am in…. it was horny for the first few weeks, but then i wanted it to end, but as he warned me, it never would change again.

Other than for the required cleaning or feeding times, i haven't been out of the head to toe rubber, haven't been able to talk, lots of times haven't been able to see either and have not once been not in some form of restraints. I have long ago lost the status of his boyfriend, even the one of being a human, i am a tool he uses as he sees fit, nothing more.

So to answer the question implied here, no… it does not, it's much worse than ever imagined and i would have ended it ages ago, but… i am no longer able to…