Three Goblin Art
Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
Sade Olutola
blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies
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Master had let the boy outside in his brand new hi viz -raingear. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide wearing the bright colors and was just more than happy to get some fresh air - even if it was filtered through the gasmask.
After the walk he’d be stored securely inside and be ready to respond to master’s ever changing needs. He was merely an object to be used and there was no way to escape his destiny.
The boy was shocked to find himself tied to a chair. His whole body was covered in thick rubber and he couldn't shout as his mouth was gagged with a mask of some sorts.
As he came to his senses, he couldn't remember what had happened. He had no recollection of the evening before.
"Well well well, look who's here waiting for the master! Hope you're feeling comfortable in your new outfit." Boy couldn't see his captor nor recognize his voice. "I'll make sure you'll be fed and taken care for the rest of your life. You'll only need to obey my rules and be a proper little rubber slave."
Boy was panicking and tried to release himself from the chair. He was tied very professionally and the ropes wouldn't budge at all. His voice sounded like a random mumble through the tight mask.
"Hush my little one! It's a fool's errand trying to release yourself from the tight bondage. At some point you'll learn to behave like a good rubber slave's do, but it's going to be a long and painful journey.
But now I'll leave you to contemplate your new life as my personal property. I will add some extra temperature to the room, so you'll get nice and sweaty inside your new rubber outfit!"
Boy had started his new job in a construction company. He had been surprised when the boss gave him his work gear that was made of thick rubber. It was supposed to rain that day and boy should be properly dressed for the changing environment.
When he finally managed to put the full suit on, he could feel how the rubber started to take control of his body. His mind let go of rationalizing the situation and he felt how his memories started to vaporize. Thick rubber surface covered his entire skin and he knew that he wouldn’t be seeing his old self ever again.
Boss was grinning happily as he noticed the drastic change of his new recruit. “You’re my property now and your only purpose is to obey and serve. You’ll turn into a happy little rubber gimp in no time as the suit will make the final adjustments on your body and mind.”
Boy could feel his body kneel down before his boss and his mind went blank as the transformation was completed. There was no boy anymore, only a rubber object programmed to obey every command.
Boy woke up and was surprised to find himself in full rubber. He could feel his memories fading and didn’t quite figure out what had happened.
His mind was full of intrusive thoughts about thick rubber and a master whom he would serve. His only purpose was to obey and be used.
He knew he would never see his bare skin ever again. He was more than ready for his position as a master’s property.
“BIG BOYS IN BIG BOOTS was the theme for SEWERMEN night at The Rubbermen Club. Lads were promised a hot, stinking night of flushing out blocked pipes if they arrived early all geared up in heavy protective suits, boots and rubber waders. The pump out room was a popular spot for the guys to open up and inspect the numerous man holes on show, even if it did mean they ended up more often than not covered in the resulting muck erupting all over them, what with all the pressurised gas inside finally released.”
AI #midjourney generated art.
Some sunday fun with Blackstyle dungarees 💦
Boy is wearing his new rubber uniform. He won’t be needing any other clothes from now on and master will take care that the uniform stays on indefinitely.
Better test the gear before proper use! 💦
James had started his first job as a park gardener. He really enjoyed his work and loved to spend most of the day outdoors doing physical tasks such as raking the leaves and trimming the trees. From the day one, he knew that this was the dream job he had been waiting for his whole life.
His boss Mike had been guiding him from the day one and even though he was kind, there was something peculiar about him. He was especially strict with the work safety as James had to wear steel toe rubber boots and hi-viz rain bibs even when it was hot and sunny. He had tried to complain about getting sweaty, but Mike was adamant with the safety regulations. He would bow his head and obey as he didn’t want to see his boss upset. And Mike was also using rain bibs and rubber boots on daily basis so he didn’t feel like complaining more about it.
As the months went by his boss was having more and more hold over his life. Mike was asking him to wear company’s rain gear even outside of work as it would show loyalty for his boss. He wasn’t sure why but at that point it felt such a natural thing to do. When he was wearing the protective gear he felt safe and the thick rubber started to feel like a second skin.
One morning when James came to work his boss was waiting for him at the company’s office. He was sitting on his chair and was wearing orange rain suit. James was also fully geared at that point and could feel Mike watching him closely. “This is the day when your job really starts. You have proven your worth and shown admiration for the rubber. You can fully relax now and concentrate on serving your master.”
James felt how his rubber gear changed him irreversibly. He knelt down before his former boss and waited for the next command: “Start licking my boots, boy”. As his tongue touched the rubbery surface of the sole, his mind went completely blank. His only purpose was to serve his master. His only purpose was to wear thick rubber gear. His only purpose was to obey.
Boys who don’t know how to stay dry, need to wear waterproof gear from head to toe!
Even the most basic errands require this FishFag in-training to be fully uniformed. 66 North rain jacket with hood all the way up and tied tightly, Aalesund rain bibs tucked neatly into Nora rain boots, and a Grundens sou’wester strapped tightly in place. It is a freak and must never be spared humiliation ever!
Ready to face the storm ⛈
Loving my Farmerrain-set! 💦
