Mask Possession 1
I opened the parcel and saw the mask for the first time. It was black, with a glossy surface and seemed sort of evil, that was the first thing that came to my mind. It had no mouth, with a straight surface going from the tip of the nose to the chin, two eye holes, and very angular features, with very pronounced brows and cheekbones.
But who had sent this to me? I had no idea. The parcel had my name and address on it so it wasn’t a mistake. I took the mask and the surface felt so weird, it was hard but had a sort of liquid feeling at the same time, it looks really glossy.
I felt curious, I walked in front of a mirror to see how it’d look on me and put it on without much thought. I instinctively thought I would have to hold it on my face with my hand since it had no strap but as soon as it touched my skin, it seemed attached to me, locked in place somehow.
Suddenly, I felt something odd. Was the mask moving? I instinctively tried to take it off but I could not get a hold of it, its surface felt slippery. I tried to find the edges of the mask but felt as if it were expanding, covering more and more of my head, spreading over my hair. This couldn’t be happening, it’s not possible. I redoubled my efforts, desperately tried to grasp the mask but its surface was smooth, so slippery, almost slimy but hard at the same time, that seemed impossible. I tried to find some tiny gap between my skin and the mask so I could take it off but it was impossible to find anything. I could see on the mirror that the black material was spreading over my ears and hair, wrapping my head and had already perfectly attached to my jaw, emphasising it somehow.
I stopped to think of anything else I could try and realised, it had stopped, or finished, it was covering my whole head now, sealing me inside. Now my head was black and shiny, no visible mouth or ears, but still capable of speaking and hearing. Seeing my reflection, I couldn’t help thinking I was hot, I seemed so aggressive and dangerous wearing this mask and I even began to feel really turned on by it. But I fought against such thoughts, this was not normal, I should be terrified, this thing was probably doing something to me.
“Don’t fight it. Now you belong to me.” I heard in my head and jumped totally scared. Who said that? It couldn’t be the mask! “Yes, I have chosen you and there’s nothing you can do. You put me on and now you’re mine, forever.”
I knew this was some kind of nightmare but at the same time there was something in me, some hidden part of me that liked it very much, that found it terribly arousing, that wanted this and more. Somehow, the mask knew it, knew that deep down I yearned for this, that the idea of being used, being transformed, reshaped into what a superior force wanted was a massive turn on for me.
“In time, we will merge into one single being, my slave, our wills will become one, we will bond. But, in order to be one, first you must be trained, transformed and reshaped into a worthy being.”
“No! No, no, no. This is not happening!”
“Oh, it is happening and you know you want it, don’t fool yourself. You will love this next part. Look at us.”
And Immediately I began to feel something strange. I looked into the mirror and saw the imposing black mask I was wearing, I couldn’t recognise myself, it was such an odd feeling. But something else was happening to my clothes, they began to dissolve! What was happening? I looked at my arms and legs and indeed indeed my clothes were disappearing. In a few moments I found myself totally naked, except for the black mask covering my head.
“You have a nice body. Tried to get big by going to the gym, didn’t you? But you have not reached your full potential because you were expecting me, you needed a Master to order your body to grow, to become a true beast that exudes sexual prowess.”
I could feel and see that I was getting hard just by hearing these things. My mind was getting clouded by an overwhelming wave of arousal when something began to happen to the mask. It looked as if it were dripping or partially melting, or it was as if some long tentacle had appeared below my chin and was stretching downwards. It fell on my hard cock, rapidly engulfing it. I tried to get it off but it was almost like liquid, impossible to grab.
“No, no, your package now belongs to me as well”, I heard the mask say while I felt the black substance wrap itself around my balls. It expanded across my waist and formed a jockstrap, tightly compressing my erection. I was surprised by how good it felt, my cock was really hard but trapped inside this black substance. “You will cum only when I allow you too. I want you to succumb to your sexual need, to your arousal, we will become pure sex incarnate.”
I look at myself in the mirror and found myself attractive, wearing a black mask and with an obscenely large bulge being contained by a surprisingly tight jockstrap. “We look good, don’t you think? But there’s way more we can do.” Suddenly my whole body began to feel weird.
First, my pecs began to grow, I could not believe it but I clearly felt it, they were swelling, becoming huge. I could actually feel the strength I was gaining and couldn’t help getting even more aroused. I look at the mirror and was utterly astonished, my goodness, my pecs were massive now. I began to flex when I felt my arms growing incredibly thick and muscular. Damn, this couldn’t be real. My legs became huge and my back surprisingly wide, even my glutes became bigger and rounder, perfect to attract other men. Now, I was looking at a perfect body, something I had always secretly dreamt of and fantasised about.
I had never been more aroused, it was impossible to resist so I tried to jack off through the black jockstrap that I was now wearing. “Yes, that’s it, let your need consume you, take over your mind. You need to surrender yourself completely, give in to you urges, succumb to sex and open your mind to me. Let me change you further, let me reshape you, bond with you completely.”
But there was some part of me that still resisted, that didn’t want to surrender completely to this alien thing. And yet, I felt the mask’s influence over my mind, becoming less repressed, losing my inhibitions, making me more willing to accept and seek my kinks and fetishes, making the sexual part of me more dominant. I began to imagine myself as this beast of pure sex, pure pleasure but some part of me still resisted. This wasn’t me and was not sure I wanted to become that.
“You know you want this, boy. You know you want to become one with me but we won’t be able to merge until you accept me completely. So, until then, you are mine. Your body and mind are mine and you will learn to love my control.”
I realised I was still trying to jack off but could not do much more than rub my tightly wrapped package. I found myself enjoying such restraint so much. What was happening to me? Relinquishing control over myself to this being was suddenly such a turn on. Or had that always been the case and I was only now accepting it?