this completely fucking broke my brain (celebratory) and made my day omg

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this completely fucking broke my brain (celebratory) and made my day omg
(Fiction) Not only was this suit extremely thick rubber, that short visible tail also extended into a massive dildo inside, now stuck up my sore butt.
When i found this suit in the store during my abroad holiday, i practically begged the store owner to let me try it and accepted the matching dog face hood with it as condition, even if that hood with it's severely darkened lenses left me with very blurry black and white sicht only and the also embedded a massive gag that no longer allowed anything but gruffs and grunts,.
As horny as it was at first when he then added a collar and chained me to the corner of the store into a doggy bed, i had enough after a few hours, but he kept ignoring me, laughing, together with possibly present customers, about my futile attempts to let him know, sounding like nothing but dog gruffs and grunts.
When he finally closed the store, i expected to finally get out, as horny as the suit was, it was exhausting and not really comfortable after that long time.
Instead he unhooked the chain from the corner and forced me to wal on my fours down into the basement of the store, where he hooked that chain onto a frame again.
He placed a dog bowl with water near enough, then finally:
'Before i take off that hood and with it the gag, today you get some water, and if you behave tomorrow morning when i hood you again and place you back in the store, you might tomorrow evening get some food as well.
You kow locked into that suit you are in no position to refuse anyway, i have no problem to force that hood on you again, but i expect obedience, nothing else, in exchange you get food. So until you are obedient, you will starve, so it is just a matter of time, no matter if you want it or not.
Also you can scream as much as you want down here, this is an industrial area, nobody will hear it throughout the night or in the morning.
But: you scream, no food, you use any form of human speech while not hooded and gagged, no food, you don't fully cooperate getting the hood on in the mornings, no food, as simple as that.
So lets get that hood off for the night, i'll be back in the morning to put you back into the store.'
He took the hood off then and i started shouting at him in anger and protest, but he ignored it completely, before slamming the door shut however he turned and told me that there would not be any food tomorrow, then he was gone.
Fuck... is he serious.... but trying as much as i wanted did not help, that thick rubber, that suit, there was no way for me to get out of, so i basically depended on him now, i'd resist, but also was aware that he was right, it was a matter of time before the hunger would take over and get me docile... fuck.... enclosed fully nobody has any idea who i was and being a foreigner, nobody here would even look for me, was that it????
(and yes, my face hasn't been seen by anyone but him since that day... and i am still sitting, now obediently following his commands, in that corner of his store evey day of every week, long having given up on hoping for this to ever change again)
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Johnny was stunned when he walked into the gym to find his lifelong best friend wearing football gear. They have always been more into acting a theatre and HATED the football team. He yelled “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” But his friend didn’t react. He stood staring straight at him with a gleam in his eye that made Johnny nervous. And just like that Johnny was pushed onto the ground. He sat there on his knees in shock. His friend grabbed a football helmet and held it over Johnny’s head. “You will join the team” he droned as he slid it over Johnnys head
Johnny screamed in pain as the helmet latched onto his head and started to rewrite his own mind. As much as he tried, he couldn’t get the helmet off. He felt a shock on the back of his head and his vision blurred. Then a bright flashing light came from the helmet that captured his attention. His arms dropped to his sides. He had lost. The helmet filled his mind with thoughts of obedience to his coach. Pleasing his coach and his team. Weekly meetings where they would all fuck each other mindlessly followed by a team brainwashing session. He would serve as the newest player to his team. Johnny and his friend would be closer than ever.
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A new part of the iObey uniform. Upon activation it locks down the wearers cock and transforms their hard, pulsing manhood into a throbbing rubber nulge. The perfect distraction while the system takes control of their bodies and minds.
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Bring Me The Hood
Master was in his dungeon, doing what he enjoyed the most; turning an ‘innocent’ young man he’d selected for transformation into one of his ‘army’ of rubber slaves.
“…and now it’s time to permanently hide your identity and individuality, as you become my latest rubber slave”.
Max couldn’t believe this was happening. How could a night out with friends end up in this situation?
The voice continued, as resolute as it had been since the Master brought Max into the dungeon, “Bring me the hood.”
Again, Max tried to resist what was being done to him; to get away somehow, but he couldn’t find a way. Shouting didn’t work, in fact, it just seemed to amuse the man, who simply sniggered at Max’s protestations. When asked a question, the man firmly instructed Max to never question him ever again.
Of course, this hadn’t stopped Max but when his next question was met with a very firm smack to the face, followed by another, and then another. He realised that questioning was futile.
As the hood was brought near to him. Max shuddered. Like everything he’d already experienced, the hood was made of a thick latex. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie. Other than two shapes where the eyes should be, from Max’s perspective there were no discernible features.
Without further hesitation, the man fitted the hood over Max’s head. Everything immediately went black. Struggle as he might, all he could do was wiggle his head a little bit from side to side. After a moment, he felt his head being grasped, and suddenly felt the end of a tube being forced into one nostril, then into the other one. Max was about to yell out when the man quickly fitted a rubber gag into his mouth, then pushed both the gag and the nose tubes as far in as they would go.
Still trying to free himself, Max felt a tightening on the hood; it was being pulled together at the back. It kept being pulled tighter and tighter, in fact as tight as possible. By now the rubber was was sealed against his forehead, his cheeks and his chin. Just as Max thought the hood would crush his head, the pressure suddenly stopped.
“Perfect. Now all that is left is to seal him in and then we can get finished up here!” the man exclaimed, delighted with how the processing of his new capture into a rubber slave was going.
It didn’t take long for Max to realise what seal him in meant. Almost immediately, he could feel a disagreeable heat that started around his lower back.
To an onlooker, this is where the base of the zip would normally be found on the type of rubber suite the Master had fitted Max not long after his abduction.
The heat generated was not enough to burn him, but made him feel very uncomfortable, and he now felt the suit getting wet, primarily from his own sweat. Max noticed the sensation of heat started traveling up his back, and very soon it had reached his neck. At which point he could feel the heat suddenly dissipate.
“Greetings Rubber Slave”.
Although Max couldn’t see anything, his hearing came to life. He realised the hood must have a build-in earphones because he could hear a voice talking to him.
The voice continued “I think it is time I explained what is being done to you.”
The shock of being referred to as ‘rubber slave’ caused Max to struggle on the gurney once again and at the same time all he could do was grunt as loudly as possible.
The voice merely laughed. “But first, I think I should explain that rubber slaves don’t need a voice. They exist to submit, serve and obey. I am now pumping a liquid rubber into the gag that’s in your mouth. Think of it like a balloon filling with liquid latex. Once finished, it will solidify and seal, leaving only a tube for you to be fed through – you will have no more mouth.”
All Max could manage was muffled noises, and even these noises faded out as his mouth became completely filled.
“Good!” the voice exclaimed, “Now I’ll use these heat pads to complete the sealing process.” The heat resumed, now moving around his neck and Max continued to struggle. Seeing this the man decided to explain the process in more detail. “You might think you can free yourself, but you can’t. You see, I’m melting the outer rubber seal onto the inner. Once I have melted it, the joins are gone and the layers become just a single layer: tight, seamless, and most importantly, irremovable. Once I have completed the link between the suit and the hood, I will seal the back of your hood and that will be how the rest of the world sees you … from this day on. The rest of your life will be spent serving me as a rubber slave.”
“So, let me tell you what I’ve achieved thus far. Your body is covered in a thick rubber suit. Your dick is in a chastity cage, with a tube inside enabling you to dispose of your piss. There’s a plug in your arse, which will only be removed when your Master requires it. And, you’re permanently fitted with this hood. And I should point out this is no ordinary hood.“
Max, unable to shout, unable to move, and unable to stop what was being done, could only listen intently to the words emanating from the earphones as his future was being mapped out.
“Slave, you no longer control your own body. The hood now controls you. The hood is fitted with a built in wireless connection, and that controls what you hear. More important for you to know is the in-built electrodes in the suit which have now been melted into key areas of your body.”
Immediately, Max felt a sharp pain in his groin. The pain disappeared instantly. Then he noticed a pleasant sensation in his arse. Just as quickly there was a burst of electricity on his nipples and then suddenly he felt excruciating pain in his balls. Max was in agony! Then all the pain was gone. “That is just a taster of the control I have over you, slave. Everything you feel is controlled remotely.”
Max’s head was spinning, he was more confused than ever.
The man interrupted his thoughts, “and I need to tell you about a few other things.” Instantly, Max couldn’t breathe, just as he started to panic, the nose tubes reopened. Then, suddenly there was light. Having been in darkness for so long it took time for his eyes to adjust.
“As you can see, your hood has vision built into it. Now, I must leave for a while now, whilst the final stage of your enslavement is completed. Just watch the pretty swirls, and listen.”
Suddenly, Max’s eyes were filled with swirling shapes. In his ears, a voice was telling him to watch and relax. He tried closing his eyes, but the voice insisted he kept them open. His nostrils were bombarded with a blast of sweet smelling gas. He couldn’t help watching the shapes, the colours were beautiful and the swirls enticing. More gas was blasted into his nostrils. His mind had been opened, and he was beginning to give in. Watching the swirling colours and absorbing the words.
As the voice told him to relax.
As the voice told him to submit.
As the voice told him to remain calm.
As the voice told him to obey.
As the voice told him to serve.
As the voice told him that he was the hood now, nothing more or less
The hood owned him, and he must obey it. The hood owned him, and he must comply with any instructions it gave. The hood was him and he obeyed the hood, comply, obey the hood, submit, obey the hood, serve, obey the hood, obey…
…and with that the personality that was Max was no more…
Master returned pleased to see his latest rubber slave now standing in position; awaiting instructions.
“What is your name?”
“I am rubber slave one-one-three.” replied the rubber slave formerly known as Max.
“Who do you serve?”
“I serve my Master.”
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Let’s begin this Hypnovember with storytime. Everyone gather around and take a seat.
Sir Smoke's basement
Sir Smoke leads you down to his basement. In the centre of the room is a big black leather chair. He pushes you down into the chair. A rough leather gloved hand pulls your head back exposing your throat.
With a big puff on his meaty cigar he blows his smoke into your face.
"Breath it in boy. Breath in my smoke. Let it fill you." He commands.
You inhale deeply as Sir Smoke's leather gloved hand holds you in place. His demonic red glowing eyes glaring directly into yours.
"Thats it. Good boy. Your learning. My smoke is already seeping into your brain. Making it easier for you to relax, take my smoke, and submit."
"Hehehe. You like it. Don't you boy?"
"Yes Sir." you reply softly.
"I've got you right where I want you boy. You're not going anywhere." Sir Smoke's evil laugh and the creaking of his leather is all you hear.
Hypnovember can be celebrated in many ways. I say explore them all.
Why loving Hypno control
I've been always like this, waiting for someone to guide me, to give me some gentle orders.
It can be compare to a dog, waiting for the master to give the instructions of what to do, always waiting for the "Good boy" words of praise after obeying.
I think that was the point of loving the hypnosis, of being a Hypno toy for a master with stronger will, that makes me follow the instructions.
I can't help it, but feeling awesome doing it.
It’s good when a man recognises his place doesn’t have to be at the top. Not all men were made to be in charge. Some men were made to follow, to kneel, to submit.
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Temporary Dumb Jock Induction
So I suppose I am making another induction. Probably one more up my alley, at least in my interests as of late. What can I say, lots of dumb jocks are DMing me and I need to capitalize on the current interest. So the premise of the induction is to give you a post hypnotic suggestion to act like a stereotypical dumb jock for 30 minutes after going under to this induction. So not a lot of thoughts in your head, a lot of bro-ish language, and wanting to flex, show off, and grow your muscles. Additionally, You’ll leave a comment about being a dumb jock if you do go under. Pretty simple stuff. If the post hypnotic suggestion doesn’t interest you or you dont want it to happen please don’t read it. Additionally, if you aren’t able to be a dumb jock for that time then also don’t read it or wait until you’re able to. And with that pretty straightforward address let’s begin.
Let’s begin by just letting yourself get comfortable. Find a nice spot to settle into. Allow yourself to have your arms, legs, and every other part of your body settle into the place that they will be sinking into soon enough. Give yourself time to feel the parts of your body, your muscles, to slow down and stay where they are as you begin focus on reading this. And with reading this, allow your mind to focus on just the words in front of you, taking the time to go from one word to the next so that each sinks into your head. With this way of focusing and reading, your mind should shift, allowing for all other distractions to float away into the background. Every little noise becoming muted, every small breeze not being registered, allowing it all to fade into the background as you focus on these words in front of you, one after another as you continue to read.
Now let’s focus on those muscles of yours, since as a soon to be jock that will be the only thing that you care about anyways. With each word you read I want you to imagine that a little jolt of pleasure filling your muscles. Just a tingling of pleasure as each drop of pleasure from the words drips down into your muscles, filling up your body. Allow yourself a moment to take in how the pleasure flows from your head once you read a word, down into the muscle of its choice. You might be feeling the pleasure drip down into your pecs, or your biceps, your abs, or even your glutes. But when the jolt finally hits your muscles it’s electric, just awakening that muscle while also relaxing it. Causing this growing feeling of contentment and happiness filling your mind as your body is being rained on by the pleasure of my words.
And while your body is being bombarded by pleasure, allow your mind to begin dropping thoughts. Its to hard to focus on thinking when my words bring you so much pleasure anyways. Cause what were you thinking about? Can you hold onto a thought? You may remember thinking something but then you read another word and another jolt of pleasure flows into your muscle and doesn’t that just take you out of your head and focus on how good those muscles feel now. But again, trying to think, to remember a thought, yet thinking is to hard, and what would you even have to think about while you’re focusing on the words in front of you and your body is feeling this good. Fuck, another word just filling your head, dripping pleasure down into your muscles as your thoughts poof out of existence. You? Thoughts? That doesn’t sound right. Jocks dont need to think, they need to focus on their muscles.
And you will be focusing on your muscles, while the rest of your mind poofs its thoughts out of existence. Let your thoughts disappear more and more till they’re completely gone as I count down from 10.
10
Your thoughts leaving faster now
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The pleasure in your muscles feeling so good
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Just a shower filling your body with jolts of comfort
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You can’t think with this feeling, can you
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But wait
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Jocks dont think
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And you’re a jock
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Such a jock
Look at you focused on your muscles
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No thoughts in that head
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Totally empty headed
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And nicely hypnotized. Feeling great as your brain just lets that rain of pleasure fill it as well as your muscles. And at this point you know that you’re under, happy that you’re under. But not for long, because soon enough you’ll be back awake, and as the post hypnotic suggestion stated, you’ll feel like a normal dumb jock. Which you know how a dumb jock acts, behaves, talks. You know how they speak, you know how focused on their muscles they are. So when you wake up, and only for 30 minutes after coming out of trance, you’ll feel like the dumb jock of your dreams.
Once those 30 minutes are done though, you’ll return to normal, feeling nice and relaxed as your thoughts return to you and the dumb jock suggestion leaves you totally. You will subconsciously know that the time has passed, and will return to normal once 30 minutes has passed.
Lastly, once you’re awake, you will comment “It’s dumb jock time”. Feel that post hypnotic suggestion sinking in and…
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Thoughts returning to you
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Waking up
And 3
Wide awake
Wide wide awake.
So surprise surprise, a new induction. Hope you enjoy and let me know how you like it.
It's dumb jock time bro 💪😵💫
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Jock
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Max?” His voice was slow and unsure. I wasn’t surprised.
“That doesn’t seem right, does it?”
“No,” he confessed.
“You look like a Jock to me.”
He hummed in agreement, eyes still glazed over.
“What do you do, Jock?”
“I work on com–” He broke off, frowning as he struggled with his words. “I work on computers.”
“No, that’s not right. What do you do, Jock?”
There was a slight pause before a dumb smile began to cross over his face. “Flex,” he grunted.
“Where are we, Jock?”
“The gym.”
“What’s so special about the gym, Jock?”
“I flex here,” he responded, eagerly lifting his arms to flex his massive guns. “I get bigger.”
It was hilarious to think that just a few minutes ago those mountainous biceps had been half the size. Then again he’d been twice as intelligent then too so this really was a trade up for both of us. I hadn’t even realized my magic was possible of changing another person this much but I guess the amulet I bought really does amplify my magic like the store owner said. And here I was thinking he had been trying to con me out of some money!
“Who do you belong to, Jock?”
Another pause. His arms dropped to his side and he frowned. “No-one?” he replied slowly, sounding more unsure of himself than ever.
“You don’t really believe that, do you, Jock?”
“No… sir.”
“Who do you belong to, Jock?”
“You sir!” he barked in response, frown dropping into a dumb smile. Such a brainless brawny beauty and he was all mine. I could already think of a number of things I was going to do with him now that he was under my control but why not take it slow first of all and really take a look at what I now own?
“Go on, Jock. Pick up those weights and show me what you can do. Prove what a big man you are!”
The moment Jock’s hands wrapped around those weights he lost the last remaining bits of himself. Gone was Max, the computer techie from my office who had deemed himself too good looking to go on a date with me. Now he’s a lumbering mindless jock who wants nothing more than to please me any way he possibly can. Don’t worry, it’s not all bad for him - I’m pretty sure he’s going to love every moment of it from now on!