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sliprightin0

assimilation complete

resistance is futal

silence is a virtue

sliprightin0

michurubbr

Sir! I want to be in his place 🔥🔥🤩🤩🤩❤️❤️❤️💥

sliprightin0

ilikedrysuits

#czechdivers

diverpup

Full Rubber Outfit

Suit: 1.2mm Heavy Rubber Suit

Head: Rubber Dog Hood

Gloves: Butyl Rubber Gloves

Boots: Bekina Safety Rubber Boots

Face: Full Beard

diverpup

Codpieces rock!

kinkynbama

We just started to transition the regular slave into a leather gimp as well. When he voluntarily gave up his freedom to us, he knew that he was giving up full control. He knew what he was getting himself into. Now my brother and I will each have our own personal leather gimp, and we can do whatever the fuck we want to them.

If you’re ever near or traveling through Mobile Alabama, come play … And cum cum and cum again.

orcaazure

I’ll be a leather slave. Who wants to join me?

fullslavery

Slave’s rulebook

The following set of rules shall be knownand fully understood by any candidate slave before entering control.

It can be changed by the Master at any time, without prior notice.

Breaking any rule does expose the slave to punishments. The nature, intensity and duration of the punishment, proportionate or not, is at the Master’s sole discretion.

General behaviour : Silence, chastity and humility

Despite its pervert and inferior nature, the slave is expected highly submissive and devoted behaviour at all time. It shall remain always in the humble condition in which it was created.

It will be caged 24/7, with limited time windows to clean.

The slave shall be silent at all time. It shall ask permission to speak before stating anything. It shall avoid any eye contact with superior men, first and foremost with its Master.

Whenever allowed to express itself, it shall use respectful and carefully chosen words and tone, each sentence being punctuated with « Sir »

Control

By accepting its Master’s domination the slave surrenders control on its worthless life.

Outside its professional duties, the slave time is at the Master’s sole discretion.

The slave will leave the house only when it is useful to me. That would include shopping and errands for my household. The slave will be given a limited time for those. It will also include time for exercising.

The slave will be allowed to visit its family and friends on a limited basis and after my full agreement. The slave will accept gracefully any negative answer.

The slave phone will be under my full control. No dating app will be allowed. Social networks should be limited to two and fully visible from me.

Location of the phone should be shared at all times

At an ultimate stage the slave is expected to renounce financial control over its assets and revenues and transfer its undue political rights.

Health

The slave shall manage to remain fit and healthy for my pleasure and enjoyment.

It will not use or be forced to use any drug, but alcohol in a reasonable quantity and poppers.

The slave is forbidden to smoke. In or outside the house.

House chores

All house chores will be performed by the slave. The appartment shall be perfectly clean at all time. The laundry, including ironing, should also be perfect.

The slave will cook and serve its Master’s meals and be offered the remainings for its own meal. On the floor and after the Master is done.

It will take cooking lessons to improve its abilities in this matter if deemed needed.

Discipline

Discipline, through strong, hurtfull, flogging and caning will be enforced daily. The slave tits and balls will be tortured.

The slave will beg its Master for it, accept all of it no matter the pain and thank Him when it’s done. the Master will show no mercy.

Additional sessions can be added any time upon my sole free will.

The slave should be proud of its bruises. Only blood can put a hold to a session.

Discipline is not punishment. Discipline is meant to enforce and strengthen the control and superiority of the Master.

Punishment will be added whenever felt necessary by the Master upon the break of a rule (or the intent to break it).

Outfit

At its Master’s home the slave will be naked, wearing only a leather collar and a jockstrap. It has to be clean and available for sexual use at any time.

Body hairs shall be neatly shaved (face, balls, ass) or trimmed (chest, pubis). Its haircut shall be short and in a masculine fashion.

Outside home, its outfit will be upon its Master’s sole decision. By default a sweat pant, a tank top and NO underwear. A jumper and/or a coat might be added depending on outside temperature.

The slave will be caged at all times.

Bondage, isolation and worshipping

The slave will treat its Master as a god. It shall worship Him at all time.

The slave will be bound, gagged and kept isolated at its Master’s sole discretion. It shall welcome it as a time to focus its thoughts on its Master’s greatness. It will thank the Master when released.

The cult also goes through intensive feet licking. The Master may also request additional worshipping (armpits, balls, anus,...) at any time of his choice.

The slave shall be ready for sexual duties 24/7. Upon its Master’s sole will and needs.

The slave will be allowed to ejaculate upon its Master will.

Toilet duties

The slave can be used as a piss toilet by its Master or anyone chosen by Him at any time. Occasionaly it will be exposed to scat . The Master will show some understanding if the slave is reluctant.

For its own toilet needs, the slave shall ask prior approval to the Master.

Exposition

The Master will invite whoever he wants to use the slave.

The only limit opposed to the Master and His visitors has to be the physical integrity of the slave. The slave has no right but to obey and serve whoever the Master will chose and impose.

The slave will also be used and shared in public specialised places such as bars and clubs upon the Master’s sole decision.

For the avoidance of doubts, it is made clear that the slave will not be exposed to any situation that would be offensive or difficult to understand by the attendees, including professional or personal relationships.

Pause

At any time during a session with its Master or with others, the slave is allowed to ask for a time out by the use of the word « pause ». It understands that it should not abuse this possibility. In case of a pause, the slave first remains silent and quiet for 5 full minutes and thinks over what it has to say. It has the preferred option of asking to resume the session.

In case after its 5mn of concentration, the slave still has to express something, it goes without saying that the slave must behave according to the conventions of language and respect. Any failure to respect these conventions will be punishable. Any expression properly stated and explained will be heard.

Although the Master welcomes the slave expression of its feelings and difficulties, it is His sole choice to take it into account once He will decide to resume the ongoing session. This pause process is not meant to give the slave any confort but to make sure over time the Master adapts, increases and develops His domination and control.

It must be stated once more, as a conclusion that it is the slave's duty to demonstrate at all times that it is concentrating on serving its Master to the best of its abilities and to worship Him without limitation.

It is also important to confirm that the slave will not be involved in any illegal activity. It is the Master’s responsibility to keep it safe and healthy. It is also in the Master’s well understood benefit in order to get the most of it.

borntobegagged

Fuck!!! What a good gag for my good boy 🔥

pnpgayslut

slavemasko

Yes yes yes please

ilovbondage

This like some other things I like always get me hard meeting in a bar going to his truck but then given a sedative waking up totally paralyzed gagged and staring at a VR hypnosis screen

borntobegagged

Fuck!!! What a good gag for my good boy 🔥

tantalumdenial

“Little gimps may earn the privilege of removing their luxury gag — but only for very good reasons. Choose wisely, pet.”

fetishleatherbiker

wantingtobutlersometimesoon-dea

I want to be a better submissive

nervetonic

You awaken from a deep sleep. You find yourself immobilized in your bed, nothing is tying you down but you cannot move. Your arms are tight to your sides, your legs together. You are naked, but you didn't get into bed that way. Your sheets, blanket, and pillow are on the floor. You cannot will your limbs to move. Standing above you on your bed, this menacing black figure strokes its black rubber phallus. It has neither eyes nor mouth, but somehow communicates to you its intentions, seemingly planting direct messages in your mind. It "tells" you that it will momentarily assault you with its hard phallus, and that doing so will initiate your transformation into one like it, and that nothing can stop this from happening. It tells you that it is your destiny to become a rubber drone such as itself, that you have been selected, that your fate is just that, inescapable and irreversible, once its viscous black fluid is injected into your body. It tells you that the experience will be one of initially intense pleasure, almost unbearably so, but followed by a period of harrowing pain, culminating in total silence, silence and obedience. It lifts your legs and positions its phallus at your hole and pushes. Your body is limp, you cannot resist. So you do the only thing you can -- you quickly say goodbye to yourself. As you feel yourself disappearing, the most extraordinary sensations ripple through your body, you become instantly erect, every muscle taut. You crane your neck a little and glance down your torso. Your cock is now a gleaming black abstraction of a human penis, just like your attacker's. The blackness spreads from its base to your upper legs and abdomen, advancing relentlessly up to your chest. Your invader thrusts, filling you with some paradoxical combination of pure non-existence and new radiant life. You feel your orgasm approaching like a cosmic singularity. Black goo erupts from your cock, splats onto your chest, and immediately, as if with intention, spreads down your chest to merge with the blackness advancing upward from your crotch. Your head falls back and your mouth becomes a teeth-baring rictus of agony just as the first paroxysm of pain pulses through your convulsing body. Goodbye.

Two days later your landlord lets your brother into your apartment. They find no one there, your cell phone and wallet on the bedside table, and a disheveled empty bed with a strange black stain on the sheet. The window to the fire escape is open. Your brother turns from the window back to the black stain on the bed. He touches it and feels its sticky slickness. This was a mistake.

maskedcop10

Part II Finally the tender came to gear the to guys up. Lars knew what to do, and helped the tender to get his gear on his body, The hardnes for this dubble tanks. the havy yoke for his Special helmet he was wearing, the heavy rubber gloves. Steve was not so familiar with all the gear Lars and the tender helped him getting in the gear and get is ready for some time under water.

Both took their large black rubber fins and walked to the edge of the cay, then strapped the fins onto their feet. They exchanged an "okay" sign, and Lars jumped into the water. A few seconds later, Steve followed. As Steve entered the water, he felt the heavy diving suit press against his body—it felt amazing. They floated briefly on the surface before beginning their descent to the bottom. Steve followed closely behind Lars, who was swimming ahead. Slowly, they reached the point where Lars had to carry out an inspection and perform some underwater work.

Lars immediately got to work and inspected an old pipe. Steve watched every move Lars made. Lars' dry suit was so tight around his body that his enormous bulge was clearly visible. Just looking at him gave Steve a hard-on under his thick rubber suit. Steve heard Lars breathing slowly and occasionally talking to the tender on shore. Steve moved slowly and stood behind Lars. He wanted to feel that hot rubber and placed his heavy glove on the rubber-covered butt. Lars responded by pushing his butt against Steve's hand. Steve knew that Lars' heavy plug was pressing deeper into him. Steve could no longer hold back and moved his gloved hand between the muscular rubber legs. He felt Lars' enormous heavy bulge. Lars closed his legs, and Steve's hand became trapped between the rubber legs.

Lars' enormous bulge grew in his rubber suit. Lars also became hard inside the heavy rubber shell. Lars fucked Steve's hand. Lars was now breathing heavily, and Steve knew that Lars was about to pump his load into the thick rubber shell. Steve pressed his own bulge against Lars' rubber-covered ass. Yes, man, he could hear Lars say in his helmet: “Fuck, that feels so good. Fuck that rubber ass,” Lars said. The tender on shore knew what was happening underwater; he was often used by Lars when they were both working underwater. Steve pressed himself hard against Lars' ass and felt the huge bulge under the rubber suit. Yes, squeeze that bulge, man, I need to pump that load out, Lars said. And within a second, Lars began pumping his huge load into his heavy rubber shell. Fuck man, that's what I needed… Steve squeezed the huge bulge hard and Lars pumped load after load into his heavy sheath.

After nearly 45 minutes, both divers came back ashore. The tender helped them with their gear, removing the heavy tanks and their helmets. The tender smiled. "I'm sure you both had a great time underwater—besides the work." "Yeah, man, it was great. Loved it." Lars took a seat on a small bench. "I think we're calling it a day," Lars said. "You joining me, Steve?" "Sure," Steve replied, and he knew there would be more to come tonight. Lars walked to his truck while Steve grabbed the rest of their things from the small locker room. He couldn’t deny it—Lars looked incredible. The rubber suit hugged his muscular frame perfectly, glistening slightly in the fading light. The tight fit left nothing to the imagination, and Steve couldn’t help but admire the way Lars moved in it—confident, powerful, and completely in control. By the time Steve opened the truck door and climbed inside, Lars was already sitting in the driver’s seat. The warm, heady scent of rubber filled the cabin—it was intoxicating. Lars started the engine and drove off. "Get that hand between my rubber legs, man." Steve felt the enormous bulge hardening again. "You're like a horseman," Steve said. Lars looked at Steve. "Well, kind of like a rubber horse," Lars said. "Keep that hand on my bulge, because I'm going to dump a huge load of piss into my sheath. Yeah, man, I'm going to pee now and fill my garbage bag." Steve was rock hard when he knew Lars was pumping his piss into his waste bag.

They arrived at Lars' house, which was on the outskirts of the city. He parked his truck in the driveway, and both men walked into the house. Steve had been there before and was not surprised to see all kinds of diving gear lying around.

"Let’s go to the basement," Lars said. "I want to change into another drysuit with a relief zipper."

Lars walked down a staircase and opened the door to his large playroom. Steve had been there once before. It was so big. Everywhere, there was rubber gear, diving gear, air tanks—you could gear up a whole diving team.

Lars kissed Steve deeply. "Oh man, I’m still so turned on and want to work over you. Excuse me, I’m going to change into another suit."

Lars walked to the back of the large room and went into a kind of bathroom. In the meantime, Steve looked around the spacious area. There was a sling, and on one side, a total rubber bed. Steve looked at the huge collection of diving gear. All the diving suits were rubber and black—military versions, some with rebreathing systems. Some of the gear was such a turn-on to Steve; he had only seen them in pictures.

After about 20 minutes, Lars returned.He stood before Steve, now clad in a sleek, black Viking drysuit, the material gleaming under the dim lights of the room. The suit hugged his body tightly, every curve and muscle outlined in thick rubber. The relief zipper was clearly visible, a functional yet provocative feature that only added to the visual intensity. A faint rubbery scent hung in the air, mixing with the coolness of the basement. Steve’s eyes moved slowly over Lars, taking in the new look, his breath catching slightly. Lars grinned. “Like what you see?” Steve nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Lars turned and began rummaging through one of the gear racks. His movements were confident and deliberate, as though he knew exactly where everything was despite the organized chaos around him.

“I’m looking for my Cressi mask and a set of double tanks,” Lars said, scanning the shelves stacked with regulators, fins, gloves, and hoses. He pulled out a black silicone Cressi dive mask, inspecting it briefly before slipping it into a utility pouch on the side of his suit.

A moment later, he found the double tanks—heavy, industrial-looking, and matte black. He hoisted them onto a low bench and began attaching the harness and backplate, the clinks of metal buckles and valves echoing off the walls. Steve stepped closer, mesmerized. “You’re really going all out,” he said, his voice low.

Lars looked up, locking eyes with him. “I told you, I’m not done with you yet.” The room felt heavier now—not just from the gear, but from the weight of anticipation. The sling swayed gently, as if it too were waiting. The rubber bed gleamed like obsidian under a soft spotlight, its edges neatly folded with restraints. Lars finished securing the tanks and adjusted the shoulder straps on his harness. He walked over to Steve, stopping inches away. The air between them was electric. “Help me check the seals?” he asked, turning slightly to offer his back. Steve stepped in, his hands finding the edges of the drysuit collar and tugging gently to make sure everything was flush. His fingers brushed against the thick, smooth material, and a shiver ran through him.