Marcus had been chatting with this guy online, conversing about the different types of kink he was interested in. Occassionally they would roleplay with him being enslaved to the man through various means, those were the conversations the Marcus loved the most. The more they chatted the closer they became. One day the man offered for him to come stay at his place for a weekend.
Upon arriving at the man’s house Marcus was greeted by his friend as well as two rubberclad drones. The man explained that he often had people come and stay and that those two were a couple of his more permanent residents, completely resigned to be this man’s slaves. Marcus found the idea both intriguing and slightly unnerving, but who was he to judge someone else.
After a few hours of chatting and admiring his rubbery slaves, they decided to head to the bedroom. The man’s bedroom was something that Marcus had not been expecting. The man’s entire bed was rubber. Pillows, sheets, blankets, everything. Marcus found it slightly odd but given their hobbies not too crazy. The man told Marcus to get confortable while he went to change, leaving Marcus alone for the moment.
Marcus stripped down and sat on the bed, feeling a shiver run through him as his warm skin met with the cold rubber. He rubbed his hands along the rubber tenderly, relishing the feeling of the cool rubber. He gently laid back against it, feeling it on his back and sighing pleasurably. It felt good…really good.
Without warming, the bed sprung to life. The blanket whipped over him tightly, pinning his arms and legs down. Marcus opened his mouth to yell but as soon as he opened his mouth the rubber shot in, gagging him. He laid there completely motionless, unable to move for an unknown amount of time before he heard the man enter the room.
“That was much easier than I had expected. I didn’t figure I’d be able to snare you that quickly. No need to delay I suppose, your condition can begin immediately.”
Marcus heard him talking and something told him that he should panic, but for some reason he simply didnt care. The rubber gripping his body tightly actually felt quite relaxing.
Marcus heard a voice whisper in his ear, or was it in his mind, he was confused by it. He wasn’t a…
Marcus was a drone? Somehow that made sense to him, he was a drone.
Drone was lost in the voice, in the rubber. It wanted to obey, it wanted to…
…serve Master…
…obey Master…
…drone…
The voice mercilessly pounded away at the drones’ mind for hours, until even subconsciously it was nothing more than a mindless slave.
Drone felt the tight rubber holding it in place release its grip and it could move again. It say up and saw itself in the mirror. It was now covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber, just like the other drones that it had saw earlier.
It was mindlessly admiring its’ body when he heard his Master’s voice ring through a speaker in the wall.
“You turned out magnificently dear Marcus. Too bad you won’t really ever know. Now make up the bed nice and neat. I have more company coming tonight and the room needs to be ready.”
The drone, formerly Marcus, obeyed without hesitation, preparing the bed for it’s next victim.
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