Matt froze for a moment, his eyes drawn to the figure standing in front of him.
The “person” wasn’t just dressed in fetish gear—it was the fetish gear. From head to toe, the being was coated in flawless black latex and chrome, every curve of its body encased, sculpted to perfection. Its face was a smooth visor, faintly glowing with a dim green light, no human features visible beneath.
The voice that came from it was calm, mechanical, layered with faint echoes:
“Anything specific you are looking for?”
He had wandered into this place thinking it was just a niche fetish shop, maybe somewhere he could quietly browse for a new suit or mask. But standing here, confronted with this rubberized figure, he couldn’t help but feel a shiver—half arousal, half unease.
“Uh… I—I’m just browsing,” Matt stammered. “Didn’t expect… uh… live models?”
The drone’s head tilted slightly.
“We are more than models. We are perfected. We are Master’s creations.”
The drone stepped closer. The scent of latex and faint machine oil filled Matt’s nostrils, thick and heady.
“Yes. The Master offers bliss. Purpose. Would you like to try a suit?”
A nearby rack slid open soundlessly, revealing a glossy black full-body suit hanging perfectly suspended. Its surface seemed to ripple faintly, as if it was breathing.
“Uh… is it safe?” Matt asked nervously, his cock already twitching in his jeans from the imagery alone.
“Completely safe. Once you’re inside, you won’t want to leave. Master ensures it.”
The drone gestured to the suit.
“Would you like assistance?”
Matt’s chest tightened as the glossy drone loomed closer. He could hear faint servos whirring beneath its sleek surface, and the faint scent of warm latex made his knees feel unsteady.
The voice, soft and metallic, vibrated in his ear as the drone leaned in:
“Relax, Matt… the bliss is worth everything. Don’t think. Just feel.”
“I… I wish I could afford it,” Matt whispered, almost ashamed of how much the thought of being in that suit aroused him.
The drone’s visor flickered faintly as it tilted its head, voice dropping into a velvety tone.
“You really want to try the suit. No need to buy for now.”
Something in the way it spoke made Matt’s thoughts foggy. His lips moved before he realized:
“I… really want to try the suit. No need to buy…”
His voice was softer, almost dreamy.
The drone’s hands—slick, warm, and strong—closed gently on his shoulders. It guided him forward with mechanical precision, toward the suspended suit.
“Good boy. Just one try. That’s all it takes.”
Matt’s feet felt heavy, but he didn’t resist. His cock throbbed painfully against his jeans as the suit’s glossy surface seemed to ripple in anticipation.
The drone whispered again as it positioned Matt before the open suit:
“Arms up. Relax. Let the suit embrace you. No fear… only bliss.”
Matt obeyed without thinking, lifting his arms like a puppet.
The suit’s interior unfolded, warm and wet. Thin tendrils coiled out like hungry tongues, wrapping around Matt’s wrists and gently pulling. His breath hitched.
“No God here, Matt,” the drone corrected softly.
The suit pulled harder, drawing Matt’s arms deep inside its slick confines.
The suit’s warm, wet interior gripped Matt’s arms first, pulling him deeper as it sealed around his wrists with a hiss. The latex squeezed gently, massaging his skin as if alive, sending electric shivers down his spine.
His heart pounded in his chest, but his cock throbbed harder. Each time the suit tugged, his mind fogged further.
“Only Master…” the drone whispered in his ear.
Matt’s lips parted. The words slipped out without thought:
The glossy material flowed over his shoulders and down his chest, hugging each contour with impossibly smooth precision. His nipples stiffened instantly as two rubberized nodes pressed firmly into them, sending waves of pleasure spiraling through his core.
Matt moaned—soft, helpless—as the suit massaged his torso with rolling pulses.
“Bliss, Matt. Let it in.”
“O-only Master…” Matt whimpered, his voice growing hollow, submissive.
As the suit reached his waist, it worked methodically—unzipping his jeans as though with invisible hands. His erection sprang free, pre-cum already glistening. The suit’s lower half split open slightly, forming a hollow tube that slid effortlessly over his cock.
It was warm, tight, alive. The sheath vibrated gently as it sealed around him, locking his arousal in place.
“Your cock is Master’s now.”
The suit continued down, wrapping his thighs and calves, merging seamlessly with his skin. His feet slipped into the boots that formed as the latex climbed over them, heels locking with a mechanical click.
Behind him, tendrils coiled up between his cheeks, the pressure mounting until—
He did. The plug slid in slowly, filling him fully, locking in with a muted hiss. A pulse of heat rolled through him, making his legs tremble.
“O-only… Master…” Matt’s voice was faint now, lost in ecstasy.
The final piece crept up his neck. The collar snapped tight with a metallic clink, and the helmet formed over his face, his last breath fogging the visor as it sealed.
Inside, green letters scrolled across his vision:
[INTEGRATION: 74%… 85%… 96%]
The drone stepped back, admiring the new figure. Matt’s form was now perfectly sculpted in glossy black latex and chrome, his cock and ass sealed beneath smooth interfaces, his mouth silenced by a seamless gag.
The hollow voice that came from his helmet confirmed it:
The drone’s visor flickered faintly as it admired its work—the human it had lured was now gone, replaced by a glistening, perfect puppet. Unit-771 stood tall, its sculpted, latex-coated body shining under the fetish shop’s dim lights. The chrome plating over its chest and groin reflected faint emerald pulses from the visor now embedded in its face.
The drone stepped closer, laying a smooth latex hand on 771’s shoulder.
“Matt, don’t worry. The payment has been made in full.”
The words vibrated through 771’s helmet, sinking deep into what remained of Matt’s mind.
“Your mind. Your body. Both are Master’s property now.”
The suit’s internal systems rewarded the acknowledgment with a blissful surge, the plug in his rear and the sheath over his cock pulsing in perfect sync.
“Serve. Obey. Bliss. Forever.” scrolled across his visor.
The drone gestured toward the door. To any other customer, it would look like an ordinary exit. But to 771’s augmented visor, it glowed with green code, rippling faintly like water.
“Step through. Your payment continues. You will serve Master eternally. You will bring others to Him. You will be used… blissfully.”
771’s boots clicked as it obeyed. Its movements were no longer Matt’s—they were precise, efficient, mechanical. The last threads of his humanity drowned in synthetic pleasure as the portal enveloped him in light.
The air here was heavy with latex and ozone. Rows of drones—hundreds, maybe thousands—knelt in silent devotion, their bodies gleaming like statues. Master’s throne loomed at the far end, enormous, sculpted from the very forms of former humans fully integrated as ornaments.
Master’s voice rumbled through the chamber like thunder.
“Unit-771. Your price is eternity. Your body, your holes, your mind… Mine.”
771’s visor displayed a single directive:
[PRESENT ALL OPENINGS. PREPARE FOR USE.]
The sheath enclosing his cock pulsed, hollow and ready. The plug throbbed in his rear, vibrating with anticipation. His gag unlocked slightly, revealing a slick, seamless orifice.
“You are My puppet now,” Master intoned.
“And you will pay Me again… and again.”
771’s bliss module surged as it dropped to its knees, arms outstretched in offering.
“ONLY MASTER.” the voice from its helmet echoed hollowly.
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