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How to fully control Your sub in 9 steps
1: You need to get into his head.
-Learn his fantasies and what turns him on. Use this information against him and to Your advantage.
-Find out what humiliates him, and to what level.
-Make him show his loyalty to You regularly. Reward him, even if it’s just with positive attention when he does.
- Aside from family, close friends and work, give him 0% privacy. Don’t hide this process from him, make him partake in handing it over to you in ways that demonstrate how he is “losing the privacy.”
-Make him need You for everything. Point out how You help him, how You guide him, and how You accept the negative things about him that others may not.
- Hypnosis, especially while they are sleeping can help transfer messages, ideas and ideals about You deep into their faggot head.
2: Punish him often for everything, no exceptions!
- Don’t let him get away with anything! When You let your sub get away with something. You are telling him that You don’t care for him and that what he did was ok.
- You can Spank, paddle, or whip him.
- Humiliate him past what is easy for him.
- Long term bondage
- Corner time
- Food restrictions
- Writing standards/lines\
- Write a book report or essay.
- Ground him/take away privileges.
- Wash his mouth out with soap.
- Make him do anything he hates.
- Get creative and make the punishment match the crime.
- Never use separation or the threat of leaving/ending Your control over him as a punishment. That is counterproductive to the end goal (trust and service) and is detrimental to the faggot.
3: Routinely discipline him. This is different than punishment.
- Spank him once a week, just because You can, not too hard, not too soft.
-Humiliate him often.
- 5-10 minuets of corner time a day can do wonders for him, like a sub’s meditation.
- If he is stressed, give him a break and put him in some comfy bondage for a while. You may or may not want to integrate impact play with this. For lots of subs, some pain can really help elevate their mode for the rest of the day or longer.
- Routine discipline will save You time and energy in the long run. You will have to punish him less as a result.
- Taking care of You can be part of his discipline. Have him do Your laundry, cleaning, etc.
4: On some level, even if it’s small, keep Your sub horny for You.
- Talk sexy to him.
-Sexualize non sexual things/activities You are interested in. He will see whatever it is You’ve sexualized as such and be more interested/eager to engage.
- Have Your sub do some or all of Your body grooming. This can be Your baths, Your nails, shaving, trimming, waxing, etc.
- Scare him by telling him when and what You’re going to do to him in the near future.
- Send him text messages with orders to do something sexual.
- Make him give You orgasms. This is different from sex. This is a service.
- Let him rest on You to smell You as You watch TV or read.
- Give him underwear/items of Yours to smell as he sleeps.
- Hypnosis, especially while Your sub sleeps can help with this too.
5: Control Your own feelings of guilt.
- Your sub needs You to be strong “with” him. You may show vulnerabilities in Yourself for other aspects of Your life. When it comes to him and Your control over him, be firm!
- Some meanness and cruelty will be needed from time to time to help break Your sub down.
- Your sub may not want everything You give him/ do to him, but he needs it.
- Letting Your sub get away with insubordinate behavior because You feel guilty adequately and severely addressing it is weak. You need to control that shit.
- Sub faggots need a real man who is close to them to guide them. Sometimes real men need to show the fag that they are inferior. This can’t always be done by talking. And if it is done my talking, the talking can’t be politically correct/kind.
- Humiliation/breaking him down, teaching him to serve long term, these are all things he needs. You are filling his needs.
- Remember, You both need to be happy. But happiness comes from different places for different people. If there is communication, and Your sub has communicated that he needs this life to be happy, then You are doing him a service and loving him by breaking him down and controlling him.
- A good sub is hard to find. Don’t let the guilt of giving him what he needs stop You from doing so. What he needs may be overwhelming for him and he may break. If he does be there for him.
6: Humiliate/degrade/break him down on some level daily, some days more than others.
- Have him wear a small butt-plug for a time, wifi enabled if possible.
- Have him be naked or close to it, around You and or Your friends.
- Make him wear a collar or other symbol of inferiority.
- Make him wear a chastity device sometimes.
- Teach them “tricks” like sit, drop to their knees to kiss Your crotch, etc. In public or with friends randomly call out a trick every now then. Make sure Your sub does this flawlessly without hesitation.
- Make him masturbate for You.
- Slap him in the face.
- Spit on him.
- Treat him as an inferior in public. (Ex: he carries all bags, opens doors, eats Your leftovers, holds Your drinks, tie Your shoes etc.)
- Make him eat his own cum sometimes.
- Talk down to him in front of others
7: Rearrange his life/time to better serve/please You. Make sure this does not interfere with his time with loved ones or work.
- If You want to change his body to Your liking, do so. Control his workouts, diet etc. Make sure and be realistic with this one.
- Make sure he is available during some of Your leisure time each week so he will be able to serve You during those times.
- Put him on a sleeping schedule. Lots of fags are not able to adequately manage their sleep times. The better rested he is, the better he will serve You.
- Go through his closet/things and throw away/put away any clothing You don’t like him to be wearing.
- Sign him up to learn new tasks or prefect tasks/skills that will help You. (Ex: massage classes, cooking classes, pet care, etc.)
- Change their grooming habits to Your liking.
8: Help Your sub be grateful for everything he has. Make sure You are at the top of that list. One great way to do this is to deny him things. Yep, it’s time to say “No.” Subs need boundaries, and saying “No” is a great way to help them with those boundaries.
- You can take away certain foods, comforts, leisure time, sex, masturbation, etc.
- Make him show his gratitude to You often. Faggots will show this to You in their own way. Most faggots will need some help/instruction on exactly how to show their gratitude to You.
- Make him explain why he deserves something. If he can’t explain why well enough. Then take it from him.
- You can take things/items from him that You know he does not need, but likes. (Make sure he can afford for You to take them and that they are not of an additional value such as sentimental etc.) Let him know from time to time that You enjoy something that You took from him.
- Offer him a reward of getting to have something back. Make what you give him back relevant to what You make him do. This could be sort or long term.
9: None of these actions will work without real trust.
- If Your sub is Your partner, let him know how much his sub-ass completes You and Your power.
- If Your sub is not Your partner, make sure You two are real friends. That You appreciate how his inferiority completes you. The more You two know about and do with each other. The more thoroughly You can control him.
-Part of trust on the subs part is trusting that You will follow through when You say You are going to do something to him or are going to make him do something. Follow through always.
- When a sub fully trusts You. He can submit to You his mind and privacy. Letting You go in and re-arrange/manage his life.
- Subs need constant reassurance. Let him know that no matter what, he is Yours. If a serious sub feels disposable. He will look for another Dom who appreciates his surrender.
- If Your life is getting too hard for a bit or You need help with something. Trust that Your sub will be able to take over for You and act in your best interest until You are back in shape. Giving sub this responsibility will either make him feel trusted and good, or upset that You are not actively controlling him 100% of the time. If he gets upset and does not step up and take over for You. Then drop him like a hot potato.
-Talk to Your sub often. Ask him how he is feeling, and let him honestly know how You are feeling on anything and everything.
- By taking things away from him, You are in a sense rewarding him when You give them back. Also, nothing he has is his forever. You need to re-take things and privileges away from him periodically so he knows they are a privilege and not a right. Think of it like taking a food bowl away from a dog. Your sub needs be docile enough that You can take his food bowl away from him as he is eating. He will not make a fuss and patiently wait until the food is returned
-Please note: Do not ever deny him from being with Friends or family. Make him realize that the only reason You allow him to have constant contact/interaction with good friends and family is because he “helps” them by being a good friend or family member. Make sure the he understands that the happiness that comes from being with them is “second” to the happiness that he brings them. Basically, he needs to understand that if he pulls away from loved ones. While he is under Your control his loved ones will suffer. That is why he is allowed (and encouraged) to keep and/or strengthen the bonds he has with them.
Please note: The following is a list of things to control a sub only. Please do not implement these ideas if You do not care about and are not committed to Your sub. This list is not all inclusive of how to treat Your sub. This list leaves out the important kind necessities that Your sub needs such as reassurance, love, respect, being protected, allowed to be protective of You etc. These ideas are for a long term 24/7 arrangements, not a scene. Not everything will apply in every case, and there may be things on the list that will work for You.
Amazing list and great advice 😍😍
Some really good advice and tips!
Many great things here to think and decide upon for us Dom, Masters and Owners.
For me, since I enjoy things much more extreme, there is much that I would and be more extreme with. The big thing for me is that eventually I will searching for slaves and objects, which are much submissive than subs. One big thing for me is that I would search for slaves and objects that either have no family and no ties or ones that the relationships that they have need to be broken off as I need 100 percent of their focus. Many slaves and objects are not able to discern just what their needs are or even what they are. It is job of us Masters and Owners to show it was it is and what they are and then make it the best that it can be. That being said, since I want a closed family that has practically no outside interaction, the need to accomodate family, friends and work would be zero. Finding these types of candidates are harder to find and can be much more costly. If for cost needs, I might be persuaded to have a high Alpha who helps run the household that will have a priority of some employment (not career), unless I end up finding another Master/Owner as a lover that contributes to the household.
Yes, I agree that number 1 is essential to get inside the slave or objects head to find everything out. it needs to understand that I am the only reason that it exists and survives. slaves and objects usually have fear that prevents them from seeing what it is. Hypnosis is great for teaching and reinforcement.
slaves and objects needs punishment and discipline. Having the punishments fit the crime is very essential for slaves and objects because each are different. objects would not get punishments that require human skills as a slave would, since they rare understand human skills. slaves have the human abilities to household serve, whereas objects serve by being inanimate, torture and entertainment.
Yes, I do believe in keeping slaves and object in pain and horny. it has to learn that everything is because of being Owned and it needs constant reminders of Ownership. This is why it exists. For me, on objects, I prefer never to do things like amputation or castration. I may kill off the limb or keep it horny, only for it to realise what is no longer useful or has control of. It is more humiliating to know that it once had that. If the limb is gone, it will tend to forget that it had that.
Yes, slaves and objects especially need to constantly broken down and degraded to mold it in to what it needs to be at that current moment. That will change as time moves on. So this has to be pretty much daily.
Yes, slaves and objects need to be controlled 100 percent as most are not able to be full humans that can control their own lives. Especially objects, since it has no concept of what it really is. objects need micro-managing and that takes assistance from slaves, alphas, handlers or other Owners/Masters. slaves have the brain capacity to reason, learn and to an Owners bidding with just 100 percent supervision.
slaves need to be grateful for being owned and has someone to serve. objects need to know that without ownership, it does not exist. This is very important as once it is fully broken as an object, it will never again be able to exist without Ownership. It is imperative that either plans are in place for objects if something happens to the Owner. This can be transfer of ownership, preferably, or just plans of what is to be done with an objects remains or how one cares for an invalid human. The longer that it is in objectification, the less that it can do for itself or regain, it is really just an invalid.
As for the last item, Trust, slaves and objects need trust and reassurance much less than subs. Since both slaves and objects are 100 percent dependent on you and your servants, they exist to serve and serve to exist. Especially objects, when 100 percent of its humanity is gone, objects wither very quickly. Slaves do reassurance and trust in the beginning that it is doing the right thing submitting. objects, on the other, need to start seeing and accepting what it is and voluntary surrender to it. Once it sees what it is, the Owner take Ownership of the object. Keeping in mind that it may be overcome with fear realising this. This is when objects just need to be taken off the grid.
I didn’t even have to hypnotize this pup - I found him on Recon and he said he wanted to do an extended scene. He was so into the rubber for the first few hours, and loved that I’d given him plenty of food and water and rigged it up so he could lift his leg and piss in the yard like a good dog.
When night fell, I could tell he was starting to get restless when our cut off time came and went and I made no sign of letting him out. He nudged my leg and I ignored him, humming to myself as I set up his kennel, picked him up, and locked him inside. When I threw his car keys, phone, and wallet into the trash, it was almost cute how much he thrashed and whimpered. But after a few weeks of obedience training, dog food, and playing in the backyard, he’s given up on the idea of being human again, and has become the best little fuckable rubber pup I could ask for.
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My contract clearly states that i will eat/drink whatever Master says, whenever he says, but i didn’t think it would be like this…. The power to chew or swallow at my own pace is no longer in my hands. This takes “obey without question or hesitation” to a whole other level.
Fuck, not sure it will ever get used to this way of being fed.
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“And wide awake,” I said, and Mark’s eyes jolted open.
“What… did it work?” he said, groggy. His arms were slack at his side, his legs spread wide as he stood before me.
“We’ll find out,” I said. “Can you move?”
He looked concerned, and his body twitched a bit. But his arms remained straight, his legs open wide.
“No, I… I can’t move, dude!” he said. “You froze me?”
“I’ve done a bunch of things to you,” I said. “Starting with making your body completely rigid.”
“Fuck, man,” he said, his muscles tense and immobile. “I feel rock hard.”
“You are,” I said. “All except your dick. So let’s fix that.”
“Wait, what?”
“Your cock’s getting hard,” I told him. “The tighter your body is, the harder your cock gets. It turns you on to be a rubber statue.”
“Wait, stop it,” he said, but I could see his junk move in his loose athletic shorts. The outline of his big dick began to tent the fabric.
“Harder and harder, a rock hard rubber statue,” I said, watching him grow more aroused. His face slackened, his mind getting foggy.
“What’s … happening,” he slurred.
“And the hornier you get, the stupider you get,” I said. “All your brains drain away as your cock fills up.”
“Aww man… whaddya doin to me,” he mumbled. I reached over and pulled down his shorts, and his hard thick cock flopped out. I rubbed it up and down and he moaned. “Ohhh shit, that’s good,” he said.
“You my dumb little rubber statue?” I said, pumping his dick.
“Yeah man,” he said. “I’m stupid rubber.”
And as he said it, I could see his flesh turning black, transforming from living tissue to rubber.
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The Package:
“Wow” Ash thought to himself as he picked up the box from his front porch. He had just order his new latex catsuit, from a new website called Rubber Collective, only a few hours ago, while at work, and it had already arrived. The box was a little bigger than he had expected, so he gave it a bit of a shake. Something hard seemed to be banging around a bit. Ash rolled his eyes and sighed a bit thinking that he may have received the wrong item. None the less Ash brought the box inside and open it up. To ash’s surprise, was there not only the catsuit he had order in the box, but there was also a latex hood and a gasmask. He also noticed a note inside the box that read “Welcome to the collective soldier. We know it will be happy with its order. Please enjoy the complementary hood and mask on us. It will help get it into the correct headspace.” Ash was a little confused by the note and felt that it was a bit presumptive. And what did they mean by "it"?
But he didn’t care. He put the note down and grab his new suit, eager to finally try it on!
His heart was beating fast and he could feel his cock begin to harden as he ripped open the plastic pouch the suit had arrived in. He pulled out the suit and began to rub his hands all over the silky-smooth latex. It ruffled and slid between his fingers with ease. Then he grabbed the suit with both hands, clenching it with each fist and he lifted it up towards his face. Rubbing the suit against his cheek and inhaling deep through his nose. Experiencing the intoxicating scent of the fresh latex. It was almost as if Ash was begin put into a deep trance. He put the suit down, on the couch in front of him, and stared longingly at it. He began to slowly unbutton his work shirt while still looking at the catsuit. He let the shirt slowly slide from his shoulders, down his arms, and on to the floor. He then unbuckled his pants and too let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, that were now on the floor, and looked at his hands. His palms were clammy and his heart was pounding out of his chest. He was excited! The only thing stopping him now from putting on the catsuit now was his underwear. He mischievously stared down at his crotch. He could see his throbbing cock begging to be freed from the breathable cotton, needing to be constricted by tight slick rubber of the new catsuit. He smiled down at his cock. Almost as if he approved of it’s desires and he was giving it permission to be released. He slowly pulled down his underwear. Tormenting his cock, which only wished to be free. The head of his pulsating cock still stuck in the pouch of his underwear. Elongating down between his legs, until he had lowered the underwear enough for it to be freed. His cock snapped back up to attention, fully erect and pointing straight at the latex catsuit.
Ash once again grabbed the catsuit and rubbed the slick rubber across his crotch. The catsuit seem so slick the he wouldn’t even need to lube it up before putting it on. He slowly slid the catsuit on, over his naked body, closing his eyes and taking in the amazing feeling, of the slick rubber conforming to every inch of his body. He pulled up the front zipper, from the crotch pouch to the base of his neck, and let out a deep satisfying moan. He rubbed his rubbered hands across his arms and chest. The suit felt absolutely amazing against his skin and it seemed the longer had the suit on, the more the pleasure he was feeing intensified. Unable to resist his urges Ash reached down to his crotch and began to fondle himself. Feeling the slick rubber against his severely pulsating cock, until he could no longer hold it in any longer. He let out a deep moan as the suit began to fill with his warm thick cum. He felt it began to run down his leg between his skin and the rubber. He jolted and flinched as the cum finished shooting out of his dick. Ash pause for a bit, his eyes squeezed shots and his hand still clenching his dick through the rubber. Breathing heavily, Ash opened up his eyes feeling the satisfaction of release and reach up to the zipper to take off the suit. But as he reached up to unzip the suit, the intense pleasure he had experienced just a few sexonds before began to return. His arms feel to his side and his cock engorged with blood again. The pleasure grew more and it seemed like Ash wasn’t in control of his own body. He marched over to the box that the suit had arrived in and began staring done at the complimentary rubber hood and gasmask that the store had provided. Ash was confused. He was sweating profusely and the more intense the pleasure became the heavier his breathing became. He wanted to stop and take off the suit, but the more Ash tried to control himself more intense the pleasure became. Ash now knew that he wasn’t in control of his own body. He was just a puppet. His arm and hands began to move on their own and he reached down and picked up the rubber hood. At this point Ash felt defeated. The pleasure was so intense he could barely think. He lifted the hood towards his face and his head began to lower. As if it were a magnet being pulled toward another magnet. The mask attached to his head as he zipped the mask shut.
Ash’s vision became shrouded in darkness. Unable to visually witness the takeover of his own body. Ash started to gasp for air as rubber began to form around his mouth. Forcing the rubber to fuse to his skin even tighter. He started panicking as his breathing became almost impossible and he began to hyperventilate.
But the more he struggled the more the pleasure he was feeling intensified even. His cock was being to fill with cum again and Ash knew he couldn’t handle this much longer. His body and mind were about to break.
Unable to control his arm he reached into the box and pulled out the gasmask.
"Please no"
Ash thought to himself
"I can't handle this anymore".
He lifted the gasmask over his head and slide it down over his rubbered face. The gasmask contracted tightly, attaching itself firmly to Ash’s completely rubberized head. Ash could feel the intense pressure from the mask squeezing his head as he took one last heavy gasp for air. He opened his mouth as he took that last gasp and he could feel the rubber expand into his mouth, down his throat, and into his eye sockets. It was the most intense pleasure Ash had ever felt in his entire life. The pleasure rushed through his body as his cock exploded into the rubber suit again. He began to blink rapidly as his mind completely broke. His thoughts and memories instantly cleared. Dissolving into the vast nothingness that was now Ash’s mind.
Ash’s breathing began to slow and he stood there slouched slightly, brain dead, and waiting for the next step in his transformation. His body and mind now completely taken over by the rubber suit and masks. Then all of a sudden, a buzzing filled ash’s mind, like the faint sound of a television being first turn on. Ash stop slouching and robotically perked up. Standing rigidly straight up with his arms straight by it’s side.
He was ready to receive any and all orders from the collective. Ash listened intently as the buzzing became a full blown mental formation.
RubberCollective_log:
Connection….Active:
Mindframeoccupied…….
Downloadinginstructions........
Ash jerked and began to speak out load in a robotically monotone voice
“Instructions.....
Code:
Delta
Romeo
Oscar
November
Echo
Unit 745393_ASH.....
Receiving parcel.......
Parcel activated...
Drone 745394 is activated.”
Ash’s cock grew extremely hard again as he began receiving further programming.
"Must Recite instructions......
It is a drone slave of the collective.
It's only purpose is to execute the will of the collective.
It must obey the collective.
Obedience is pleasure.
Obedience to the collective is the ultimate pleasure.
There is nothing else.
It has no rights.
It has no freedom.
It has no free thought.
It must hunt down non-compliant citizens.
it must infect non-compliant citizens.
It must convert non-compliant citizens”
Ash repeated it's instructions for hours while it's new designation was being downloaded and finalized. Then, when Ash was through receiving it’s new identity and instructions, he marched out into the night, ready to convert others into complete drone slaves for the collective.
Written by Drone745393 https://www.tumblr.com/blog/745393
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Great story!
Jeremy awoke from what felt like a long sleep, last thing he remembers is being at the bar. He realizes he feels odd. He’s covered in sweat, but it feels like another layer of skin. He moves and realizes he is wearing something latex like from head to toe. Noticing he can only see out of two small slits for his eyes. Looking down he sees the thick black rubber over his body. He runs to the door, locked. He try’s to calm himself. Walking to the mirror in the room. Examining the skin tight latex over his entire body. A small lock in the back keeping him from escaping it’s grasp. “Well I’m glad your awake” he hears behind him.
“And now we see the subject in the midway stage of processing. Still recognisably human-shaped, but with general modifications taking effect. Identity slowly obliterated, and helpless in every way. He, or rather ‘it’ will be plumbed in after full processing. Remember gentlemen: The less human it looks, the less human it is.”
The New Life of P
Peter wasn’t at a high point in life. He guessed he was depressed but he would power through it - things would turn around soon, they just had to. He had recently finished his education and yet he was not able to find a job, he’d been to several interviews and sent out his CV to all kinds of organizations, but he had not yet struck any luck. On top of this it had been a very traumatic year with tragedy striking him and his family, which had left to an estrangement and he did not have any close relationship with them anymore. This left him feeling very isolated and lonely, which didn’t help with everything else going on. He had a date on his calendar of when he wouldn’t be able to pay the rent of his apartment anymore. Just thinking of the fact that this date crept ever nearer gave him fits of anxiety and a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. Most day he didn’t feel there was much to live for. He had come into a very miserable day-to-day routine. To relieve himself of these feelings and keep his mind on other things he’d resorted to his more or less usual hobby of watching porn and jerking of several times a day. It had been a bad habit that had started in his early teens. Over the years the type of porn had developed in a way that even he himself wasn’t sure he liked. In the beginning, it had been the normal softcore kind, blowjobs, fucking and generally good-looking guys being sexual together. Then he had explored the fetish and kinky kinds, and eventually he ended up in the realm of BDSM. This had become his obsession of the last few years. Leather, rubber, whipping, bondage, chastity, piercings, enslavement, objectification, serving a master. It turned him on like nothing else. Normal fucking scenes or blowjobs didn’t even make him aroused anymore, he was completely hooked on hardcore BDSM and would often fantasize of being in such a scene himself. As Peter was a closeted homosexual and a virgin this was therefore the world in which he lived out his sexuality. A world of, to him, unrealistic fantasies. He knew he would never experience such things himself. How could he? He was by now highly educated academic which would find his place in the world and live a perfectly respectable life. Little did he know that fantasies sometimes aren’t that far away. It was a humid and warm evening when Peter went out for one of his usual walks. He often took walks around the city, usually lasting an hour or two. He took one of his normal routes, which went through several parks and the outskirts of a small forest at the edge of the city. He was listening to the chirps of many birds up in the trees and craned his neck as he went, trying to spot some of them. His attention wasn’t focused on anything else. Perhaps this was the reason he didn’t see them coming. Completely unprepared a wooden bat struck the back of his head, and darkness engulfed him. He was completely unaware of the two men picking him up from the forest path and carrying him to their car. Unknowing of the fact that they restrained him in the back of the car. He didn’t experience any of the long drive, or the carrying of him into the large house and down the stairs. In fact, he didn’t take notice of anything at all for several hours, until he woke up, much later. His head hurt. He could feel a pressure on the back of his skull, something had hit him and he’d swollen up. What had happened? Where was he? He felt dizzy. Everything was a bit hazy. He had been out for a walk… and then… then what? With a jolt of fear Peter opened his eyes and the view of what was before him made him dizzy, he didn’t know where to look, and realizing his own predicament made him panic. The jolt of fear in his stomach felt like ice-cold liquid that spread throughout his body, numbing him. He felt himself starting to tremble and his gut caused unpleasant convulsions. His scalp became dewy with beads of sweat. He was in a very large room. A basement by the looks of it because where were no windows. But it was also much larger and had higher ceilings than was usual for a basement. But this was by far the least unusual thing about it. The floor was made from concrete and painted in a deep red. The walls were painted black, but this was hardly noticeable due to all the things that was attached to, hanging from or standing in front of them. Peter saw cages, stockades, whips, harnesses, rubber suits, gags, butt plugs, dildos, a fucking machine, manacles, shackles, leather belts, benches and medieval looking iron contraptions. In some places hooks and pulleys were attached in the ceiling and walls. There were also a great number of cupboards, all with their doors closed. At the far end, he saw a door that was open and seemed to lead to a corridor. And in the middle of the room there was a large sitting group of leather sofas and arm chairs, around a massive round table which seemed to be covered in a layer of shiny rubber. And in the biggest sofa, facing him from the other side of the table he saw them. Two men. The leather of the sofa creaked as they stood up and walked towards him. Peter understood what was going on. He had been kidnapped by these men and now they wanted to abuse him. But he didn’t want that. No. That was illegal. Fucking illegal. He hadn’t asked for this. He had to get out. Had to escape. He started to struggle but soon found that this was impossible. The men had stripped him naked and put a big ball gag in his mouth. Then they had attached leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles, each of which was locked by a padlock. The cuffs had then been attached to thick, steel wires that went to the ceiling and floor. Four steel wires each held a limb stretched out, keeping Peter in mid-air, hanging from his own wrists, in a great big cross. Not much movement was possible. Yet Peter tried. He flexed his fists, flexed the muscles of his entire body. Jerked his head in any direction he could. He tried to kick out. He screamed. He shrieked behind the gag but all that came out was muffled, incoherent nonsense. His wrists hurt. The struggling against the restraints caused burning due to friction. He started to cry as he looked into the eyes of the two men, trying to plead with them without words. The two men however did nothing. The quietly watched Peter struggle and panic himself into exhaustion, every now and then an evil grin flickered across their faces. When he finally stopped struggling and his entire body was drenched in sweat, drool dripping from his chin and he felt lightheaded from the adrenaline wearing off, one of the men spoke. “Hello, Peter”, said the man to the left. Through teary eyes Peter now started to take in their appearances, in spite of his fear and terror he couldn’t help but finding them breathtaking. The man who had just spoken was wearing leather pants, high leather boots, a leather vest and a leather police cap. He had leather armbands on both his upper arms and wrists. His nipples and septum were pierced and he sported a truly magnificent black beard. The other man, standing on the right simply wore a pair of latex or rubber leggings, short rubber boots and a pair of rubber gloves. Around his neck he had a thick metal chain, locked with a padlock. He had both his hair and beard trimmed short. Both of them had perfect physiques, and with their tanned, muscled bodies they looked like they might have just come from a fetish fashion show. “Good to see that you have calmed yourself down”, said the first man again. His voice was deep and a little hoarse. “- you seem to want to get out of there”, he continued. Peter answered by nodding his head as fast as he could up and down. Perhaps it was just a dream? He wanted to go home. He wanted out. His body was hurting. He sobbed behind the gag. “However…”, said the man again as the man on the right, the man in rubber, started to walk towards him. “- little P doesn’t seem to want that, now does it?” He leered. Peter looked down and saw that his cock was fully erect, and standing tall. But that wasn’t because he was turned on surely, simply a biproduct of the fact that his struggling and adrenaline had caused such high blood flow. The rubbered man reached him and took his cock in one of his rubbered hands and started to jerk him off, with slow hard motions. Peter couldn’t help himself. He stopped sobbing and a small, high-pitched moan escaped him. The rubbered man jerking his penis grinned slightly. He felt so confused. “You see, P, we have a… hm…. job proposition for you”, said the man in leather again and took a couple of steps towards him and staring him dead on in the eyes. Peter found his gaze extremely hard to face, and looked away, not able to keep looking into it. “- you see, we have monitored you for some time”, he continued and Peter looked back to him, not understanding what he meant. “We have been witnessing your internet activity for over a year now, including visited websites and search history. You really should make it harder for hackers to get into your computer, P”, he said and wagged his finger back and forth, making a tutting sound. “- and we found your internet activity to be interesting, to say the least. And we also know you are looking for a job.” Peter moaned again, the rubbered man who had been jerking him off had let go and had taken a firm grip around his balls and squeezed them hard, before then retreating and positioning himself again beside the other man who was doing all the talking. Peter couldn’t think straight, the shock, the pain and now the fact that he had been bugged confused him. He tried to just focus on continuing to listen. “You see, for a few years now we have been talking to expand our family, as it has just been the two of us. But not with a cat, or a dog or a fucking adopted kid to take care of, no… but a little slave boy, to give us pleasure, and in return”, he paused suddenly, grabbed the rubbered man’s head and forced it towards him and met him in a violent kiss that turned into making out. The two men made out violently for a few seconds while Peter watched. An involuntary moan escaped him again, which made the two men break apart and watch him. “- and in return, the slave gets to learn its place in the world, serving us.”, he finished. Peter just stared at them. They were insane, criminals, dangerous people, and yet… images from his memory seemed to flicker before his eyes, the scenes of rubber slaves, gimps and objects in various forms of bondage that served their masters, and he was reminded of the feeling of jealousy, of frustration, of thinking that ‘if only that could be me’. But that had just been fantasies. Things like that didn’t really happen. This was absolutely insane. “We don’t expect you to be able to answer immediately, so instead, let us give you a demonstration of the kinds of things we do here”, the leathered man said again, and then both of them began to move. For the next couple of minutes, they went about the room, collecting various toys and devices and brought them to the big table in the middle of the room. Peter’s arms, shoulders and back really started to hurt now from carrying his own bodyweight and he was still terrified of the situation, but less so than a minute ago, super horny thoughts had invaded his mind instead, and a small spark of excitement of what would happen to him kept the panic at bay. Also, if the men really had wanted to hurt him, they would already have done so. Sure - they had beaten him unconscious, but at least nothing worse had happened to him… yet. The rubbered man approached him with a box that rattled as he went. From within the box he fished up a small thing of leather, metal and chains. It was a parachute that he, kneeling in front of Peter, attached around his balls. He then proceeded to lift a few weighted metal balls from the box, each with a hook on it, and attached it to the chains under the parachute. Peter felt how a heavy weight now tugged his balls down. It hurt a bit, but mostly it felt good. He shuddered slightly. Not out of fear this time, but out of satisfaction. He liked the way the tug felt. Next a blindfold was placed over his eyes. The inside of the blindfold was completely black. He was blinded. He had to rely on his hearing to sense what was going on. The next thing he knew was something slimy, cold and hard forcing its way into his ass. It wouldn’t go in. Then he felt a hand whipping him hard on one of his butt cheeks, and he forced his anus to relax and accept the intrusion as he felt his ass burn with the red imprint of a hand. His cock twitched. As he closed his sphincter around the object he got goose bumps all over his body. It felt so good. He could hear the two men chuckling. Next, he felt how what must be clothespins started to be attached to various areas of his body, his arms, legs, torso, and finally his nipples. His sensations were changing now. The pain didn’t really feel as painful as before, being hornier seemed to stifle it somehow. His mind was now playing tricks on him. Instead of focusing on his predicament and aiding him in trying to get out of the situation it instead replayed similar situations in his mind’s eye, how he finally got to sense what the men in all those clips had sensed. He was inside his fantasy. The next thing that happened pushed this feeling even further. He felt how something was done to the parachute tugging at his balls and the butt plug that was intruding inside his tight ass. Then a tickling sensation started, jolts of electricity shot through his ass and balls in prickling jolts. He could never have imagined such a sensation. It was incredible. In his wildest dreams, he would never have though that anything could feel so good. Then his entire body shuddered and he whimpered as a riding crop slashed through the air and hit the head of his erect cock, which at the moment felt harder and more pumped up than it had ever done before. “Enjoying yourself, P?”, said one of the voices. Peter couldn’t answer but managed a bellowing, guttural sound from his throat. It wasn’t really an answer, more a reaction of the sudden stinging of his cockhead. The voices laughed. The whip slashed again, it burned his cockhead and shot waves of incredible sensations through his entire body. “Oh, you like the pain of that, do you, P? Quite the little pain pig, aren’t you, eh?”, said one of the voices. Peter didn’t answer. He was so horny he couldn’t think properly. He tried to thrust the air. His cock felt like it was about to explore. He had never been so horny in his entire life. The feeling was overwhelming, his entire guts seemed to be pressurized by the power of it. “Just imagine it, P”, said the voice and whipped him again. Peter groaned. “- living here with us. Serving us. Becoming a slave, a pig, an object, just like you always wanted.” The whip slashed again and Peter felt how the electricity in his ass and balls became more intense. “Being put in various forms of bondage”, continued the voice and whipped him again. “- sleep sacks, stockades, hogties, suspensions, predicaments, isolation boxes, cells, or just acting like a piece of furniture in our home until we are ready to use you.”, the whip hit him again. A hand grasped around his cock and started to jerk him off in slow, hard motions. “Drinking our piss, being fucked in the throat, licking our cum off of our boots, and being fucked in that slave hole of yours as we see fit.” The whip hit him again, but this time attacking the various clothespins on his body, forcing them off and clattering to the floor. The hand jerked him harder and faster, keeping him right on the edge, but not for long. “So, what do you say P? Does it sound like fun?” Peter had trouble following what the voice said. Its words and the stimulation of his entire body was overwhelming him. He couldn’t think straight. He just knew that he didn’t want it to end, he wanted more. Then several things happened at once. The clothespins on his nipples were whipped off, intense pain shot through his body. He felt like he was floating. Then the ball gag in his mouth was removed at the same time as the hand jerking him off started to do it fast and vigorously. He felt the churning sensation of ejaculation bubbling inside him. He was about to come. “What do you say, P?”, the voice said again. “Is this what you want?” Waves of pleasure came over him. Filled his entire being. Every fiber of his body shook. The leather restraints creaked and the weights hanging from his balls clanked as he tensed every muscle in his body. Peter screamed his answer so loudly that his voice cracked and become hoarse. He came in an incredibly explosion of cum, emptying his storage of cum like it had never been emptied before. Before his ejaculation had ended however, the voice had smilingly said “Excellent.”, and reached down to lift something up from behind him that he hadn’t seen. It was a tank with an attached gas mask piece that went over Peter’s mouth and nose. “Prepare to be transformed”, said the voice as Peter inhaled the odd smelling gases. He was then plunged into darkness once more and his body became limp. The two men set to work.
***
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Things didn’t feel right. Where was he? What was going on? He opened his eyes but his vision was blurry. As things came into focus he started to remember. The men. The kidnapping. The dungeon. Him becoming their slave. What had he done? He had said yes. What the HELL had he done? Fuck. FUCK. He started hyperventilating and his body felt like it was heating up rapidly. “Oh good morning, P”. Peter looked up and around him as his eyes acclimatized more to the light. He was still in the dungeon. And he was still gagged. Was it the morning after? Somehow, he felt like more timed had passed. An eerie feeling. Something definitely didn’t feel right. He had been dreaming. Loads. Lots of dreams. What had they been about? He couldn’t remember. It was all so confusing. He was still gagged. A large ball filled his mouth. And there were different things feeling odd with his body. There were pressures and weights in odd placed. His nose, his neck, his nipples, his cock, and his ass. And his head felt cold. What the fuck had happened? “Do you know what alopecia universalis is, P?”, asked the voice. Peter’s eyes focused on the two men. The bearded man with piercings was now wearing high leather boots and a leather body harness, stretching from his shoulders down to his crotch. His cock was fully erect and stood out of the built-in cock ring in the harness. He was jerking it off slowly. At the end he had a massive PA piercing. The second man stood to the right of him as before. But this time wearing a full rubber cat suit, stroking his cock with his open, rubbered hand on outside of the suit. “Do you?”, the voice asked again. Peter shook his head. What the hell was going on? He wasn’t horny anymore. He wanted out. He wanted to go home. But he couldn’t. He was standing on the ground, a spreader bar seemed to keep his feet apart, and his hands were fastened in cuffs that were stretched towards the ceiling. His gag seemed to be fastened to some kind of head harness that wouldn’t allow him to tilt his head up or down, but forced to stare straight forward, facing the men. “No? Well let me educate you, dear P. Alopecia universalis is a horrible autoimmune disorder, which is an extreme form of spot baldness. It causes a person’s follicles to be eradicated by its own body. And I mean all of it. The hair on your head, chest, arms, legs, around your genitalia, and even your eyebrows and eyelashes”. The man smiled. It was an evil thing. A leer. “The disorder is usually rare and seems to be hereditary. However. There are ways to induce it into healthy individuals. And this was the first modification we have done to you. You see, P. You have been sleeping for quite a long time. After you agreed to become our slave we put you into a medical coma, in order to transform you to a more suitable form before we start your training. And slaves are not allowed to have hair. Any hair. But having to shave the slave is really a bore, and we didn’t like that idea. So we found a more elegant solution. You don’t have a hair on your body left, and never will again.” The leathered man fell silent as the rubbered man went off to fetch something. What the fucking hell? A medical coma? Transformed? Never have hair again? He had no eyebrows? No eyelashes? He blinked his eyes. It felt different. Naked. He was in shock. He felt panic, sadness, terror and fear. But he was in shock. He didn’t seem to have enough substance to generate a reaction. He just kept staring. He felt empty. He saw the rubbered man return, pushing a full body mirror attached to a black wooden frame on wheels. It was turned away from Peter, so he couldn’t see himself. The rubbered man had also brought a rather large, hand-held mirror, which he handed to the leathered man who was doing all the talking. “And we have made several other modifications also, P. And we must thank you for your imagination. Your browser history was a huge source of inspiration. You’re a sick little fuck, you know that?”, the man laughed softly. “So let’s take a look, shall we?” The man approached him with the mirror held to his side, so Peter couldn’t yet see himself. What else had they done? “Slaves”, the man continued. “- don’t have human names, now do they, P?”, the man had reached him and stretched up his free hand and grasped Peter’s chin and forced his head back and forth. “Noo, that’s right, they don’t. So that’s why we have given you a new name, you will forget your old one, and now I will present you with your new one.” The man raised the mirror and Peter saw his own face in it. An ice cold feeling spread throughout his entire body. He was petrified. He was wearing a head harness, with a large, red ball gag invading his mouth. He had no hair at all. His scalp was completely naked and shiny. He had no eyebrows. No eyelashes. His nose was pierced. A septum piercing. It was large, a heavy, shiny metal ring was hanging from his nose. He looked completely different. Though these things were nothing in comparison to what they had done to his forehead. “Welcome into slavery, PIG, “said the man with powerful emphasis on the last word, smiling at Peter’s petrified gaze. “It is a bit medieval, I agree, but you did seem to find it hot, judging from your attempts to find pictures of it on the web, first we branded it into your forehead using hot irons, and then when it healed up, we filled the letters in by tattooing the scarred skin.” He looked transfixed at his forehead. In big, black letters, indented into his very skin of the forehead it spelled out ‘PIG’. He was ruined. Completely ruined. They had destroyed him. He would never be able to go out again. Never rejoin society. He started to cry. He sobbed and felt regret and fear as his vision become blurry with tears. He wanted to die. He didn’t want this. He wanted it to end. His life was ruined. What had he gotten himself into? He cried so hard that he gasped for breath through his nose, almost starting to cough. “Now, now, pig”, said the voice again, and a surprisingly gentle hand brushed away his tears so he could see properly again. “- cheer up, we have more things to show you!” He didn’t want to see anything else. He didn’t want to do anything else. He wanted out. He wanted to go home. He wanted this to never have happened. He yanked his restraint. He tried to scream. But he soon gave up. He couldn’t go anywhere. He couldn’t escape. The man stepped away from him. “You can’t see or feel it now”, the man continued, “but there’s a surprise waiting for you inside your mouth as well. As you are well aware of, your tongue is going to be one of the most important instruments for serving us. In order for you to be able to give us more pleasure, we decided to split it. Your tongue is now split in the middle, almost three inches deep. We also cut the web under it, allowing it to extend further.” He listened to the man as from a great distance. He registered the man’s words but couldn’t really process them. He wiggled around his tongue as much as he could in his mouth. It felt more loose than before. “And the collar you are wearing has been custom-made for your specifications.” He saw a round, shiny collar of hard metal around his neck, it was rather big and thick, but not too oversized. “And it is a true marvel of engineering”, the man continued. “-it has a built in shock unit, so that if the pig misbehaves we can use it to instill some discipline. And as you seem to love body modification so much we have also pierced your nipples”, the man continued and held the hand-held mirror a few steps away from the him so that he could see his torso. Two large piercings were set through his nipples. He also saw that his body had changed somewhat. “As you can see you have also lost some of that fat, making your features more defined. During the coma we were sure to give you various types of steroids to offset any muscle atrophy while still maintaining some weight loss, which has made your body look even hotter, don’t you think, pig?” He didn’t know what to think. He had visible abs, somehow, he was thin, but he had visible muscles. Despite his shock and terror, he felt a small pressure between his legs. “But now”, said the man and walked away from him and tossed the hand-held mirror on one of the leather arm chairs in the middle of the room. “- it’s time for the main attraction, are you ready pig?” The man went towards the full-length mirror and brought it closer and turned it around. The pig could now see its full body in the mirror. And what it saw behind its legs made it shriek in shock. He squealed behind his gag. “Calm down, pig!”, said the man. “It’s not as bad as you think, look at this”, he said and held up something metal. It was a curved barbell. But large. Very large. “This particular modification is entirely thanks to your inspiration, pig”, said the man and smiled. “As you know, slaves are to be kept in chastity at all times, little pig cocks aren’t meant to be erect, or to cum, but to be contained and remain under lock and key. However, a chastity device, just as with body hair, requires some upkeep. It needs cleaning and whatnot, and it might break. And it is not always effective in preventing erections. So we have given you this.” The man indicated the big barbell again. “We have stretched your urethra, and then made a small incision into it urethra just behind the ball sack, we then inserted this barbell like a sound into the head of the slave cock, and pushed the cock, with the barbell in it, as far into the body as possible, until the barbell came out through the new hole behind the balls. We then attached the second ball to the barbell, effectively locking the slave cock inside the body. And don’t worry, pig, we sealed the barbell with two-part epoxy, to make sure it won’t come loose. And how will you pee, you might ask? Well, that was a problem, indeed. So we made a new incision into the urethra, a bit further back, closer to your asshole. Two new holes for the slave. Isn’t that nice, pig?” The pig stared into the mirror. He could see his ball sack clearly. And above it, there was a metal ball barely protruding where his cock used to be. His entire cock was restrained inside the body, held there by a barbell that came out behind his balls. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Complete chastity. And above the metal ball, in a slight arc, ‘SLAVE’ had been tattooed in big black block letters. He moaned slightly and felt a pressure build up inside him. His cock was trying to become erect but couldn’t. The feeling of pressure was immense. It hurt. “Ah yes, the pig DOES like that, doesn’t it?”, said the leathered man and went forward and patted the pig on the cheek. “Good pig.” He couldn’t help it. The horniness of it all invaded his mind. It was taking over. The rubbered man started to move the mirror away. “Oh and one last thing, but it’s a bit hard to show at the moment, so we have this photo instead”, said the man and went to fetch a polaroid from the rubber-clad table in the middle of the dungeon. “We have decorated your slave ass a bit, to make things a bit easier and more fun”. He moaned as the man held up the polaroid and he saw what was on it. It was polaroid of his ass cheeks. And they had been tattooed. Each cheek had been tattooed with a large, black bullseye. “I’m sure you understand the purpose of that don’t you pig?”, said the man and went to put the polaroid back. He felt utterly confused. The last couple of minutes had been a roller coaster ride of emotion. Was he terrified or horny? Did he want out or did he want more? The horniness of what they had transformed him into came over him. It was a dream come true, but better. He was getting everything he had ever wanted but would never in entire lifetime had the courage to seek out. For now he was absorbed by the feeling of extreme horniness and the extreme pressure of his cock trying to get erect inside his body. “And now”, said the man who began to speak again as the rubbered man returned to his side. “- it’s time to begin your training, pig. The pig has so much to learn, how to serve, how to lick, how to pleasure us, we need to work on removing the pig’s gag reflex, the pig’s hole needs to be stretched, and the pig must learn how to wait for its masters. And that is the first lesson we are going to give the pig. We have to go away for a few hours, so we are going to put the pig in a more comfortable slave position while it has to wait for us.” The words only added to its crazed, horny state. During the next five minutes or so the pig had the head harness removed, his ball gag replaced with a gag consisting of a hollow tube, enabling it to breathe through its mouth and a snug rubber hood put over its head, obscuring its vision and blocking its nose. It all happened so quickly that there was no opportunity to try and communicate. Then its arms and legs were freed and four strong hands forced it down on its stomach. A boot held its head firmly in place, pressed against the concrete floor. It knew that any struggle was pointless and simply obeyed by staying limp. Then its limbs were brought together in a tight hogtie. The hogtie was then attached to a metal wire and the turning of a crank could be heard as the pig’s body was partly raised up from the floor, hanging from the hogtie. It’s elbows and knees no longer touched the floor, but only the middle part of its torso. “Comfortable, pig?”, said the man and trod on the pig’s balls which were sticking out from behind its ass on the floor. The pig moaned in pain. “Good pig”, the man said. Then the two men could be heard walking away, through the corridor on the other side of the dungeon, and then the sound of their boots ascending a staircase slowly faded away. Darkness. Silence. The pig was lying on the floor. It could feel its cock trying to get hard inside its body, a tight pressure. It could feel its muscles in its limbs being stretched out by the hogtie. It could feel its jaws being stretched out by the gag. It could feel its mouth starting to get dry by being forced to breathe without its nose. It could feel the piercings in its nipples dangling slightly as it tried to move. It could hear the panting of its own lungs. It could hear the creaking of its restraints. It could hear its own thoughts. They were running wild. A battle was taking place in its mind. The fear and terror it had felt only minutes ago was still there, but contained. Then there was the feeling of horniness, a warm feeling of enjoyment. Was this really what it wanted? To not have a normal life? To not be anyone? To simply exist to serve, to obey someone else? It didn’t even know the names of its captors. No responsibilities, only obeying orders. But this wasn’t the plan. All those years of preparations and education. All for nothing. But was there really a choice to be made? The hours went on as the pig’s inner battle of wills raged in its mind. Moments of enjoyment and moans of pleasure were replaced by moments of panic attacks and fear. Several times the pig hyperventilated itself into fainting. Its body was hurting. The strain of the hogtie was starting to take its toll. And as more time passed its conscious strain of thoughts simply seemed to evaporate, replaced by a state of simply being. Blissful oblivion in the silent darkness. But in the end, pain overtook it. Pain and hunger.
*** By the time its captors returned they found the pig sobbing in pain, exactly where they had left it. Not that it had any chance of moving. They walked towards it. The man who dressed in leather spoke to it again. “What’s the matter pig, missing us so much it’s crying?”, he said and stepped with his boot on the pig’s tattooed ass cheek. The pig moaned in pain between the sobs. It didn’t want this. The pain was too much. “But guess what, pig?”, the man said again. “We’ve decided the pig is going to be allowed to keep us company tonight. But first it’s time to feed the pig.” The next thing the pig knew something was attached to the gag in its mouth. It was a funnel attachment. The pig started to protest as much as it could as the warm liquid found its way down in its mouth. The taste was awful. Rancid. And yet the idea of it drinking its masters piss turned it out. Yet it struggled, moaned and jerked with its head. “Be still”, the man commanded and the pig felt its head being grabbed and held still. The two men then swapped positions and a second load of piss was emptied into the funnel. The pig coughed for air as it tried to swallow it all. There were moments of panic and asphyxiation when it struggled for air. “Good pig”, said the man again when both their bladders were emptied. “And we have one last surprise for you pig,” said the man and seemed to walk away. The pig could hear his steps on the floor walking away from it. “Pigs shouldn’t eat food and drink meant for normal humans”, the voice said as it came back and the pig felt as something was inserted to its ass. Then the man fiddled with the thing he had just inserted in the pig’s ass and the pig could feel it expand slightly. When it tried to push it out it found that it couldn’t. It was a locking ass plug. It was locked inside. It hurt a bit. Though nothing in comparison to the ache in the rest of its body. “- so we have come up with an elegant solution.”, continued the man and the pig could hear a pumping sound. It felt how the thing in its asses expanded even more and how it started to strain against its innards. It hurt even more now. “This is no ordinary butt plug, pig, in fact, it is the nicest of all our gifts to the pig. It locks into place, it is inflatable to a certain degree, and it has a hollow opening throughout. Ordinarily a rod will be placed inside and it will be just like any other butt plug. But for the rest of the pig’s life it will be removed twice a day.”, the man continued and walked away. The pig could hear the footsteps and the clanking and fiddling with something. It hadn’t understood what the man meant. Removed twice a day? It couldn’t help liking the feeling of the plug filling it up. It gave the pig a certain feeling of being content. Then it could feel something being done to the plug, and then the rushing and unpleasant sensation of a cold liquid flowing through its ass and into its gut. “We are now feeding the pig with the pig’s specially prepared soup, consisting of various nutrients a pig needs, which will be absorbed by the pig’s intestines”, said the man as the liquid continued to flow. The pig felt his stomach being filled and it felt bloated. “Then we simply plug it up. Let the soup be absorbed. And then we can empty the pig and clean it with an enema. Though most will come out as piss of course, with it being a liquid”, continued the voice. The pig felt its hood being torn off. As its eyes began to focus they quickly found the eyes of its master. The master knelt and grabbed the pig’s chin in its hand and stared at it. “You will never eat again, pig. It’s only piss, spit and cum for you now, understand?”, the man said in a threatful voice. The pig was in shock. It nodded with its sore neck. “Good pig”, the man whispered in a husky voice and stood up. “And now we are going to prepare for our evening with our new pet, we will be back soon, pig!”, said the man and the pig could see them both walk away. It was in shock. It could feel the rancid taste of piss in its mouth. It would never eat again. It would only be allowed to consume piss and cum? That wasn’t humane. Nothing of this was. It was all absurd. The pig let out a fain moan. It was so horny. A while later the pig’s masters returned and let it down from the hogtie. The pig moaned of pleasure and relief this meant for its tortured limbs. It was a heavenly feeling. It felt so light. It was amazing. Its heavy gut slushed with the liquid inside as it moved. A blindfold was the placed over its eyes, and its hands was tied behind its back. The pig was then led by its masters across the floor, through the corridor and up a staircase. It was then led into its master’s TV room, unknowing of this since it couldn’t see anything and nothing was making any noise. The room had been prepared for the pig’s arrival. In front of the sofa, where a coffee table would have normally stood, a stockade had been placed. The pig was forced down and locked into it. It’s neck, wrists and ankles were locked into it so that the pig was standing on its forearms and shins. Then the funnel was again attached to the gag. Then the pig felt as something was inserted into its body behind its asshole. It was a catheter, inserted into the new incision made in its urethra and led into its bladder. The catheter was then attached inside the funnel attached to the gag, so that the pig would have to recycle its own piss. “Guess what pig”, the man said. “You are being given a big treat tonight as part of our welcome of you as our slave, you are going to be our footstool for the evening.” The pig moaned. “But we are also disappointed that the pig wasn’t more grateful of its transformation, so we are also going to be giving the pig its first punishment”, continued the man. “This”, said the man and rattled something. “- is ground up rose hip fruits, is the pig familiar with rose hip?”, asked the man. The pig shook its head. “Well the pig should know that it is a very delicious fruit, however, there are fine hairs inside the fruit that make for the most excellent itching powder.” The next thing the pig knew something was being smeared and massaged on its ass cheeks by gloved hands. Within a minute his ass had begun to burn and itch, more extreme and severe like any itch it had ever felt before. It was pure agony. Then it felt as ear plugs was placed into its ears and how a pair of ear protectors was placed over them. The pig’s masters turned on the TV, fetched their beverages and sat down in the sofa. They both extended their legs and rested their boots on the pig’s back in front of them. The pig was moaning and whimpering. It was turning them on. They made out on the sofa. They loved their new family member. It was perfect. The pig wasn’t enjoying itself quite as much though it seemed. Its body was aching, its ass cheeks burning and itching, and it desperately wiggled around in the stockade trying to relieve some of the itchiness. The pressure of the liquid inside its gut combined with the piss it had drunk a while earlier caused pee to drizzle into its own mouth. Realizing that they were forcing it to recycle its own piss made it even hornier. It felt the weight of its master’s boots on its back. It felt so good not being isolated anymore. Then, suddenly, it felt a riding crop fall down on its ass with a hard blow. The moment of the impact relieved all the itchiness, if only for a second, and it longed to be whipped again. The sensation had been wonderful. It moaned and swallowed some more of its own piss. The pressure of its cock inside its body was driving it crazy. It had never been hornier. And the horniness had won. It didn’t want this moment to end. It was a pig, and it had never been happier.
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This is the moment of truth.
When it began he was just a stranger that he met at the laundromat and he just talked to him out of boredom while his clothes were spinning. He wasn’t expecting anything else. He didn’t know when or how he gave him his phone number.
Then it happened, slowly at first. He would receive a phone call and the next thing he knew it would be half an hour later and he would just remember how much he had enjoyed talked to that man. He couldn’t remember the call, just the overall feeling of loving it.
And then he started remembering more and more and it became clear to him: He was being controlled. With every call that man was dismantling his mind and taking away his will and freedom. But when he realized that it was too late for him. He was already captured and could not stop that from happening.
Slowly, but unstoppably, he became a willing participant on his own enslavement. He learned to need it and crave it and to desire a deeper and more complete submission.
It still took him a while to understand what a deeper submission meant and how he could give him more than all of his mind and will, but it all became clear the first time he stood in front of his camera and undressed in a sensual dance for him. Yes, his Master was gay and wanted his body, and that would be his final gift.
He’s straight, he had never felt any attraction to a man, but this was different. This was not just a man, it was his Master and anything he wanted, he would get. If his body didn’t want it, if his own sexual orientation was not up for the task, who cared? It was not as his feelings mattered. He was a toy, a slave, a thing to be used how his Master wanted.
And today is the day. He was ordered not to masturbate for three weeks, keeping himself on the edge just for his Master. He sent a key to Him, and now he’s kneeling on the floor remembering all the steps that took him here.
Every single piece is falling into place today, when his Master will come and take his body just like He took his mind. He will be used and fucked, and he will love it as the final step in his enslavement.
He just waits, his cock hard and his body trembling, ready for the moment of truth.
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Being inside a bitchsuit is just as hard as it looks.
There is no way to grip anything, and the useless hands can’t even reach any zipper inside a correctly sized suit.
Walking takes a bit of getting used to, as it all comes down to a four-legged motion, and again there is no way to really grip anything for support.
With a hood that also blocks vision it adds another level of helplessness, because then it is also impossible to get any bearings.
The hood ,when tight enough and especially in combination with something filling the mouth, removes the human speech and leaves only moans, squeals, grunts and similar sounds for communication.
What is left to enjoy is someone turned into a helpless animal, far from any human way of life and unable to stop it without help.
Bitchsuiting is one of the greatest forms of dehumanisation.
Don’t forget the vibrating butt plug!
Chastity cage as well please, maybe a cock gag to keep me drooling. I’d love to get fitted for one 🥰🥰