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The box - storage for gimps
With my new german army stretcher I got the associated wooden storage box. The box seems to be big enough (has to be tested soon!) to put not only the stretcher itself into but also a gimp fixated to it. Beside some necessary enhancements, that have to be installed in the next time, here are some pictures from the inital / original version used by the german army.
The box can be opened at the side to push the stretcher inside rolling on its wheels.
When inside, a wooden “blocker” ensures that it stay in place.
The openings can be secured with padlocks if necessary.
And the box can be opened at the top to give full access :-)
Enjoy your storage, gimp! It might take some time before you’re used again.
“enjoy your storage, gimp! It might be some time before you’re used again.” These words are not only just words that are routinely used by its Owner.. but to the gimp property, they’re both frightful and soothing at the same time.
For the Human Alpha, once He locked it away He no longer thinks about it. To Him, it’s just like putting away the vacuum cleaner after a use. He goes on about life while the gimp has nothing to do but think about the only thoughts he’s ever given now.. the hard core use and abuse by its Owner and how its Owner fucks its ass and throat, dumps His loads in it, whips beats and stomps it, tortures it, and just puts it away and goes to bed.
The gimp knew what it was getting itself into when it signed it’s life over to its Master. It started off as submission and obedience, but once the papers were signed and its Master was given full Ownership of it, He moved it from servant to this eventaul no rights no limits gimp lifestyle that the Master became incredibly and comfortably accustomed to. For the Master, it was like tasting blood for the first time. He just kept taking more and more.. and this is where it all wound up.
Has it been one hour, two, five? i cannot tell, maybe i should have set a max duration when i allowed him to strap me in like this... (that's what i'd be thinking likely if i was the victim in this scene)
Needs a fucking machine beneath
This is hot.
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Filled with poppers and a powerful aphrodisiac, the locked bound boy gets ever hornier as his brain is fried.
I had been dreaming of being immobilised in rubber ever since I first saw images of other rubber freaks like me on the internet. Their perfect bodies wrapped in black shiny latex. It was all I’d ever wanted. I craved it. Driven mindless with lust I contacted every rubber enthusiast I could begging them to let me try their equipment. All these masters wanted a full time slave and this was not a commitment I was willing to make. Most masters had the slave condition so I thought all hope was lost. One master I contacted seemed normal. Willing to let me try out different bondage items every visit. This started our new formed master slave relationship.
Every weekend I would visit master in his secluded werehouse. Tied up and fucked by master relentlessly and then left in bondage for the rest of the weekend. It was bliss. The winter holidays were around the corner and master had a new plan. A whole week of perverted bondage fun in the werehouse just master and slave. It was going to be brilliant.
I met up with master and was shown my new outfit. First on was the inflatable butt plug inflated to max capacity causing me to moan in pleasure and howl in pain as mt ass was ripped apart . Then a full sized chastity belt. This locked the buttplug in and locked my cock in a perfect mold preventing any stimulation. Next I climbed into a catsuit with attached hood gloves, feet and cock sheath. Another one of these catsuits followed to minimise risk of escape. Then the tight fitting leather hood with tubes that went down his nose and sealed his mouth with a huge inflatable gag allowing air in through the nose holes only. Ear plugs were fitted under so that master could talk to his slave. I was then put in a latex sleep sack which was sinched closed tightly with leather belts. I was then put in the vacuum bed. My nose tubes the only exposed part of me. The vac bed was sealed and the vacuum initiated. The vac bed was special since it could hold the vacuum effect indefinitely due to extremely tight seals without the need for the vacuum.
“You’re all mine now” master grinned as he admired his creation. “I assure you told no one you were coming here”
I loudly grunted to signal I hadn’t. “I can’t quite here you” master called “you’ll have to speak louder” He then turned on the electro in the buttplug in and I screamed wildly through the layers of bondage as it sent earth shattering shocks up my ass.
“That’s better. Now since I went through all this trouble to give you such a nice time I though why not make it worth the while?”
This was begging to feel bad. We hadn’t discussed this beforehand and I couldn’t communicate anything except howls and grunts.
“Since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much I’ve decided to make this arrangement indefinite”
My heart stopped. I didn’t agree to this. I struggled wildly against my bonds to escape but to no avail.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this” taunted master “you’re my latex slave. Every week for the past year has been preparing you for your eventual ownership. You practically signed a contract by turning up every week so willingly”
‘No. No. No. I want my normal life’ I told myself yet my cock was rock hard and my loins ached for more bondage. More severe. No escape.
“The longer you protest the worse this will be for you” master said. “I will transfer you from this werehouse to my state of the art bondage dungeon in the mountains. No one will know you are there and no one will find you. I have made the necessary arrangements to cancel your job and cut off any remaining family or friends. You are mine.”
After all of the searching for a normal master the one I had found was the most twisted. I was beginning to think I liked it.
Master stopped broadcasting his voice into my ears and a track came in instead. “SERVE, OBEY, RUBBER, BOUND” played on repeat and the words invaded my mind. Fed the words relentlessly during my journey my mind started to melt and my world became rubber and bondage.
Suddenly the track stopped. Maybe we were at our destination. Then my air cut off. After a minute I couldn’t last and tried to breathe in but was met by nothing. My lungs burned and my throat felt like it was going to burst. Then the track came back on and my air was back. Finally. Gasping for air I panted in my bonds. Then the air shut off again. Master watched as I struggled for air. His new playtoy was just as he had hoped. The gullible twink had walked right into his trap. “You’re mine forever”
2025 #15A: PupNibbler had an invitation to visit. On arrival he was soon sealed in a neoprene bodybag with an attached hood and internal sleeves, from 665 Leather. I added headphones, gas mask, bubbler bottle and the steel Swedish Collar, which, once locked on, prevents removal of the bodybag.
Very hot.
I like your gear
I would love to be him.
Looks good..
Can I take his place?
I’d love to take his place.
A self contained object is always a good thing. It means less work for SIR. A rubberpigobject that’s recycling can be left unattended for longer periods of time as there’s no need to interrupt its bondage and captivity for something as trivial as needing to pee.
The degradation of being relegated to continually recycle its own piss is another benefit as it reinforces the pig’s status as nothing but an object. pig truly holds the belief that training never stops, everything reinforces the pig’s existence as an object, a thing with no identity nor status.
The next progression of being left to recycle while SIR goes on with SIR’S own activities (rather than babysitting a captive object) is a Y adapter for the feeding tube/gag so that one line is for feeding the pig its piss and the second line is fresh water or nutrients. It might also have the added benefit of continually adding to the pig’s need to piss since more fluids keep being introduced while not leaving the system. Something of a subtle, long term predicament. :-)
Great setup!
Scary but defenetly would love to try that too!
Can I swap places with him?
Me too