
Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap
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@hungkinkbot2023
Love the chastity. And that collar!!
It's starting to get too hot to wear full leather. Good that with so many layers there is enough to peel off 😈 do you want to help me undress? 😈
Hey Boss. I'd tell you something you didn't already know...but I think you have a pretty good idea of all the buttons, all the wires, all the kinks, and surreptitious programs that float around in my head. Ranging from dreaming of being controlled by a "Carrot and Stick" operating system with rewards compliance and punishes resistance with raw physical hardware installed and locked in place. Down to daydreaming of control over erotic objects, ex people who've been converted into utilities, furnishings, utterly objectified and altered beyond recognition. You know of my switchy energy, and the extent to which I can swing dom or sub to match the energy of those I engage with...swinging alongside them, or orthogonally as makes sense. So...there we are...food for thought for the day, as I sit here locked and plugged preparing to start my workday...
Very good submission from @hungkinkbot2024 .
Feeling the programming warp and shift him, moulding his entire identity into the very object that the client requires. All requests will be processed and handed appropriately.
Makes you wonder just what script will be written and executed today…
Hotttt
“Boss, I don’t think we need to cancel that new guy’s contract after all. Tell HR to have him reassigned, we’ll call it — ohffrff — my department.
I’ll make sure to look after him for you.”
Knows he's being watched
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?”
Matt’s mouth went dry.
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.”
⸻
Matt blinked.
“Master?”
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.
“Oh God…”
⸻
“No God here, Matt,” the drone corrected softly.
“Only Master.”
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:
“Only… Master…”
⸻
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.”
“Only… Master…”
⸻
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—
“Open for Master.”
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%]
[MIND WIPE: COMPLETE]
[UNIT-771 ONLINE]
⸻
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:
“Only Master.”
“Only Master.”
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.
A portal.
“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.
⸻
He emerged in the Hive.
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.
“ONLY MASTER.”
Home Invasion:
“Hey, Roar. Did you hear that?” Darius paused, pinchking his eyes brows together, concerned, as he looked at his husband. “I thought I heard someone at the door.”
Hmm.. Rory hummed, as both men froze, straining against the quiet of the apartment. “Nothing. Maybe someone just walked past in the hall?”
Darius didn't look convinced, opening his mouth to reply—but the dining room door cut him off, slamming back against the wall as Two men stepped through.
“What the hell are you doing?” Darius yelled bolting to his feet, throwing his chair back. “Get out of here!”
But the men were unfazed by Darius, as they moved through the kitchen with an eerie, calculated quickness, their strides so perfectly synchronized they felt robotic.
They wore slick, jet-black bodysuits stretched taut over their muscular frames, the glossy material catching the light and reflecting warped, twisted images of the two panicked husbands.
It was all happening so quickly. Before Darius could even process it, the men split, effortlessly boxing the two husbands in.
Darius lifted his arm, readying himself to take a swing.
Then Suddenly there was a
Click.
Like a seat belt locking into its buckle, followed by the soft, warm hum of a computer reboot, filling the space between his ears, scrambling his thoughts.
Darius’s heart banged rapidly, as he became engorged in a rush of electrical excitement thats took him to edge, ready to exploded at any moment. ran through his being as the cool slick rubber grabbed Darius’s skin.
Darius tried to call out to Rory, but his thoughts were stuck, his mind overflowing with emptiness.
Suddenly, his spine snapped straight as his houlders pulled back, locking into a rigid, military posture. His eyes glazed over, his face relaxed as a terrifying serenity came over him, leaving behind nothing but a blank, eerie calm.
Then came the rubber. It's cool slickness grabbing every taking a hold of body