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Helpless and alone you waited, and waited.
object stored until the next torture and abuse session.
SUBMISSION - OBEDIENCE - COMMITMENT
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object, it won’t be going anywhere, so this is just to hold it in this position for a momentary period. it need not be concerned for how long. Though it will be attempting to beg for release any second now.
(Fiction) You better get used to it, that was the last i heard a few days ago when i got prepared and then locked up down here.
The preparation were planned, we agreed, i''d become a rubber object to him, something i jerked off about almost daily until i found him, promising me to make it happen, and i bluntly agreed. Then came the test week. I arrived as agreed and went through the prep, three days i went through depilation, head to toe, at the same time, just like i had to the two weeks prior, i was kept on strictly fluid diet, special composed fuilds only.
During those days also an inverted chastity was permanently glued on to me, i was kept in the largest plug my butt could take prior to arrival, since it had been replaced with a lot of pain to a size larger.
Then came the day of getting turned into that rubber object. That suit was special made, extremely thick, it would at the end, once we make it permanent he said, last years and years before needing replacement, while at the same time putting the feel of being nothing but thick rubber to an extreme also.
I stepped into the suit naked as i was, not a hair to spot anymore, felt the heavy weight of that thick rubber from the start, felt the half stiffness of it while sliding my feet down into the attached boots, the whole suit being one item, no 'added' parts needed to cover me fully, I slid it up and he was behind me, pulling out that plug painfully, just to guide the embedded dildo inside that suit under a lot of painful hissing, it's diameter being at the absolute max he could force up there, but even once passing the muscles finally, i felt is slide up and up, while pulling the suit up, 8 full inhes went up with still some spare if i would pull the suit higher or dare sitting. Finally i got my hands into those arm sleeves, again that feel of slight stiffness, the realization it would make me lose feel in my fingers for sure too, feeling it getting warmer even though we were in a pretty cold basement.
Before the hood part would be pulled over my head, he gave me a large glass water to drink, I should need that before being sealed up he said. I drank it fully but even while handing him that empty glass, i already felt it, first a little dizziness and moments after feeling all power leave my body, sink down in the chair i sat at that moment, fully awake, yet unable to do anyhting.
He told me calmly then that i'd be better not being able to respond now, confused i still did not know, but got to experience right then.
He laid me on the floor on to my back, then i saw him handle a long tube, slowly pushing it down my throat, unable to bodily respond and with barely anything in my stomach, it was not an issue, i felt terrible while he did, but it ended up down there anyway, however, the end of it then held a massive sort of mouthguard, he needed some squeeze and force to get it into my mouth while pushing that tube further down that last bit then, my teeth finally settled in the grooves, locking in actually and the prior squeezed parts started expanding again. My teeth, my tongue, my gums, all now covered firmly, the thickness of it all gagging me totally, not a hiss passing there, let alone speech.
Only then he pulled the top of the suit with hood attached fully over my head, i noticed nose tubes as well embedded, he groped inside the rubber to get his hand in there to manage the tubes, almost 20 inch deep those got inserted into my nose before also then he was able to connect the mouth opening to the tube in my mouth before pulling his hands out again, again needing quite some pull and strength, being that thick rubber.
Finally in place, i was in total darkness, no opening in the hood except the nose and mouth tube holes, the air tight heavy zipper on the back of the suit got closed up, tightening the whole just slightly, but definitely keeping everything in place then, but with the zipper closed and padlocked it was clear i'd not take anything off myself.
He then added some steel pillory stocks, io felt the steel collar close around my thickly rubbered neck, then felt him align my wrists in front of me into those before he turned me slightly to the side and i seemed to feel some padlock being closed at the end.
He then said: 'In about an hour you gain control again, but obviously you already know that you're in a helpless situation. You won't be able to use your hands, let alone reach the lock of the suit, then again, the pillory is anchored to the floor also, so yo're litereally not going anywerhe at all.
Just in case you still haven't realized though, you're not down here to give it a trial few days, this is it, you no longer will leave this room ever, You will continue getting fed that diet, you will only be unlocked from the suit while being sedated unconscious, so actually never realize when you have been taken out for cleaning and medical check.
This basement, a lot of times this very hook in the floor you are locked on to right now, but also other means of torment are available down here, it is all there is for you from here onward, you will never see, never talk, never feel what it is not to be locked into this rick rubber head to toe, you will never be free enough to choose what you are doing, never be treated as human or do anything humans do, anything you may have done in the past, liked or disliked, it is gone, you no longer will experience anything that is not related to be locked up and fully rubbered in total darkness.
And don't worry about 'not having arranged anything' and getting into trouble back home. i have managed to ensure there is no trace between you and me here, it took time and money, but was worth it, well as matter of fact, it was just the last few days during your prep here that i had some professionals ensure to remove any trace or even an indication of where you may be. In time you'll end up an unsolved case of disappearance, no crime to be found in it either. All the while you are what you so eagerly wanted to become... this rubbered locked thing in the basement of this house, unknown, undetected and forgotten by anyone else out there in real life, me being the only one knowing whu used to be that thing down here.
Now time to start making some money off your eternal misery, the stream will start in half an hour, i already have a few hundred subscribers from the announcement, once word spreads about the real thing, i am certain to make enough to not just cover your keep but plan out another one or tow in neighboring basmenet rooms down here.
So enjoy, or not, it does not really make a difference anymore to me.See you at the next feeding, i have a stream to ready now.'
Was he? Is he? Can he? what... wtf... f*ck.... this cannot be real....
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Well, it was, i have forgotten time, cannot remember time, neither can i remember what used to be in my previous life, will in a life, as this 'existence' here cannot be called life for sure. is it a few years, ten or more, i could not tell, all i know it that total darkness, the silence other than my own breathing or moving noises, that hot sweaty thick rubber, some steel holding me restricted to a high level most of the time one way or another, that massive intruder in my butt i never got used to and hate every second of my being, that thing that used to be afunctional diock yet hasn't been providing any pleasures ever since that fatal day, i vaguely rememebr his face, that guy who tricked me into this, well, was it really tricked, didn't i stupidly jump into that opportunity without even thinking? But i do know one thing: however long it may still go on, however long i live, nothing eill ever change again for me.
(Fiction) After years of envy, he finally invited me, there was no way to not take that chance. He did not even wait at my arrival, within 30 minutes i geared me up and chained me into that room i had seen in clips all those years. But then he left the room…
For hours i was excited, could not believe it was me standing here like that now, helpless, mute, blind and a dick straining in the tiny chastity cage under the rubber, but it got exhausting, standing there, getting hotter in the rubber, and nothing happening.
It took another few hours before i heard someone enter again and shortly after then he finally talked to me: 'I have officially released my previous slave boy now. Unfortunately he could no longer stay my permanent rubbered toy object living in this dungeon room.
It took a while to find and bribe the right 'officer' at the airport to allow him using your return ticket to get on the plane, but he is on his way now, will surely settle well in your former home. Lucky me though, i do not have to be without a helpless toy object at all, now that you have taken his place. I hope you remember how the house and this playroom looked like, because you won't be seeing anymore for the coming decades, let alone leave this room again. (Clip: Lxzentai2014/ferubber)
F*ck… what the… this cannot be true…. but at the same time… that dick in the tiny chastity cage strained as hard as never before…
Pretty cool scene - love the clanking and rattling
Recurring Slave Dream
I wrote this a while ago. I still have this dream sometimes.
I go to the appointed place – an abandoned building in an unfamiliar city. The building has lain vacant for at least a decade, perhaps longer, and has been long since stripped of furniture or anything else that makes it look usable. I had to double-check the address several times before I went in, and when I went in it took me a few minutes to find the instructions that had been left there for me by my future Owner.
In the center of a cavernous room, lit only by an electric lantern, I find a small cage, and in that cage I find a pair of handcuffs, a set of leg irons, a gag, a locking isolation hood, and a letter. The letter is in an envelope with my name. I picked it up first and read it.
This is your last chance to back out. After you follow these instructions, you will become my permanent property and will remain as such for the remainder of your life. If you have any doubts, leave now. The opportunity will present itself again. If, however, you are ready to accept your life as a slave and to become a slave object, you are to place the leg irons around your ankles, put the gag in your mouth, put on the isolation hood, shut and lock the cage door, cuff your hands through the bars of the cage and behind your back, and wait. I will come to collect you shortly.
I know that if I walk away this time I will never work up the courage to come back. So I crawl inside the cage. First one leg cuff, then the next. A sick thrill goes through me as I hear the cuffs ratcheting, but I could still escape, if I wanted. The gag goes in next, a thick panel gag with a cock head that filled my entire mouth, and then what little light there is goes away as I place the leather hood over my head, pull the laces, affix the buckles, and finally stick the small padlocks in their places. But even like this I could escape still – I could wander around outside until someone found me and helped me…
But once I lock the cage door shut, I have sealed my fate. There’s nothing left to do but finish the instructions. I thread the handcuffs through the bars of the cage, clasping one wrist, and then another, until I am left completely immobile.
I’ve done it. There’s no way to back out now. I sit like this for what feels like an eternity, but in reality it is probably only six or seven minutes until I am dimly aware of noises outside of the cage. I feel the entire cage being hoisted onto a dolly, and I, cage and all, am carted roughly through the abandoned building, down a ramp, back outside (I feel the change in the air), and I’m finally lifted onto the back of a truck of some kind. Maybe a van or something, I can’t really tell.
Where am I going? I was never told. I was not told where my Owner lived. I was not told where I was going. I understood that that was part of the deal, that I would never have any clue where I was going.
He dives around for many, many hours. I grow very hungry in the meantime, and thirsty, and several times I cannot contain my bladder and piss myself, but even though he stops at least six times, I am never asked how I am doing, and I’m not offered anything to drink or eat.
We finally stop. I think we’re in a garage, or something, but I can’t be sure. The cage is roughly pushed from the back of the vehicle and lands several feet below; I grunt in surprise by the force of me hitting the ground. The cage is loaded back onto the dolly, and it and I make a trip up a ramp, through a flat area, and then down another ramp – this ramp is much longer, so I assume we are heading into a basement of some sort.
I am unloaded. I hear the dolly being pulled away, and the cage door opens. Finally, after several minutes, my captor begins to unlock and unbuckle the isolation hood.
Even without the hood, it’s very dark. My captor sits in the shadows, and I am still unable to see his face clearly, but when he speaks finally, his voice is smooth and fluid, baritone and full of authority.
“You are now my slave,” he said. “You have forfeited any rights you once had. You are now an object, without rights. You will never again be free in your lifetime.”
I let the words sink in. I am still gagged, so I nod in acknowledgement.
He comes back with a pair of scissors, a full chastity belt, and what looks like a tube of epoxy. He slowly cuts away my clothes, leaving me restrained in the cage and now naked, revealing my fully erect penis. I understood going into this that chastity would be part of it, but now that I am looking at the chastity belt, I have misgivings.
It’s too late for that, however. He steps inside the cage to put the belt around my waist, slipping my cock into the sheath that is prepared for it, and after a surprisingly short amount of time I am completely belted, my cock locked in a steel pod that reveals only my testicles. Without preamble of any kind, he rubs the epoxy into every lock and crevice in the belt. He places the hood back around my head, buckles it, and leaves.
I drift in and out of sleep, constantly aware of the steel around my cock. I am awakened later by the buckles of the hood coming loose.
“The epoxy has dried,” he says. “You will never cum again, slave.”
I look down to see that he has a collar in his hands. The collar is thick steel, and the chain goes from the collar to the concrete floor. “You will have eleven feet of chain,” he says. “It is just long enough for you to reach the toilet. Once this collar goes on, I am going to seal it just like I sealed your chastity belt. You will never again leave this basement.”
I closed my eyes as I feel the collar go around my neck. The steel is cold, and heavy, and heavier still is the knowledge that it will define my entire existence as an eleven foot radius. The collar snaps closed, and he fills the hinges and lock with the same epoxy he used to make my chastity permanent.
Finally, heavy wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. I am released from the temporary ones and from the cage just long enough to sit in position. The ankle cuffs are connected by a one-foot chain, but the wrist cuffs have only d-rings to attach locks and things. Both ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs are sealed permanently.
My wrists are locked behind me with a single padlock.
“I will come back later to feed it,” he says. “Its diet will consist of cold oatmeal mixed with energy shakes. It does not deserve to have food like a person.”
He puts the hood back on my head, and leaves. I am left, naked, gagged, chained, sealed in chastity, collared and bound, on the floor.
I have become an object. And I still have not clearly seen my Owner’s face.
This faggot’s dream, too. Although it fills the faggot with terror it knows in its soul that this is its fate. And that it must take an active part in its descent to object status and being completely open and vulnerable to its Owner.
Let’s be sure the meaning is completely understood here…
THERE ARE NO LIMITATIONS TO WHAT CAN or MAY BE DONE TO an Object. IT can be sold, traded, modified, altered, damaged, enhanced, or otherwise changed in ANY MANNER at will and for ANY REASON WITHOUT CONSENT or APPROVAL.
THIS IS AN OBJECT!
There is something about this object’s dream that is very appealing. I’ve often thought that when the time comes, several years down the road when my current responsibilities are over, that I have the time to own an object that parts of that object’s dream would be good to make reality in taking an object. It appeals to be able to take an object, that the object never knows my identity, where I live or ever allowed to set eyes on me. I feel that not knowing what its Owner looks like would be a great advantage and in another way torture the object’s mind more.
Before taking the object, a couple of inspections of the object would be necessary. That can always be done other places and the object made to put a hood on before the inspection. Special Lighting can be used when inspecting its face.
I would not have the object chained to the one room in the basement permanently. That would limit just where I could torture and be amused by the object. I will experiment with making things like a chastity belt or collars permanent as today what is really permanent, just usually difficult to remove, which is very appealing. Though change is sometimes hungered for when looking for amusing entertainment.
“object, there is such a long list of body modifications to be done in its immediate future. Ultimately, it will not have control of anything, even its breathing will controlled a good portion of the time. As my object, it will be conditioned with mind altering programs to indoctrinate it to its new life. Besides what I have recorded for it to hear, it will also have the final clear words of itself and begging me to bring out the object that always been inside it and afraid to act upon ringing in its ears on a daily basis. it will only hear, see, touch, smell or feel what I want it to feel, which will be on rare occasions. it will be given nutrition, but nothing that it can taste. With the modifications done to its mouth, it will be difficult to get nutrition down. Speaking will be a rarity, and will be difficult to repeat what I want to hear. it will relief itself only when it feels like it will bust apart and I unlock the plugs. its life from now on will be very frustrating and torturous. object, it knows that this is what it always wanted.“
Im not quite ready for this. But i could deffinately enjoy parking one of my trucks, in a predetermined spot. Have a potential slave, climb into the back and lock himself like this, as required. It would make a good start to a test visit. Im sure the sub ., would be very excited, at least at first.
Es muss noch warten, bis das Fresserchen und der Saft des Meisters im Napf sind!!!
Every fag's dream...
... until it wants out.
Riding helps clear the mind.
Remember to take a moment to enjoy your handiwork.
After all, there is no rush. No one is going to find you.
Next please
Would love to be the artwork a MASTER is pleased to view and its mind something His is proud of
Want this suit!
I told you the last time stop trying to bite the hand that feeds you. It's permanent and we'll liquidize your food.
How many times do I have to be put in this, asks sir? Or perhaps I love being silenced like a good obedient slave? When sir promises me a teeth removal later, I nearly jizz all over myself.
Nap time
Nap time... Thank your Excellent Master for no masturbation and no escape, fag
Goals!
Always loved this image so much.
In love…