Sunday, December 31, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
MY INSTRUCTIONS WERE VERY EXPLICIT - PART 4
I was still clad as a rubber doggie and having had my first training session, was now locked in the large cage with the alpha slave dog. He was already exerted his dominance having mounted me and was now fucking my arse after Master Simon had removed my tail. It wasn't long before I was satisfied that this cock had fucked me in the SM club where I had been collected from, and as I had fallen for the guy earlier in the day, I was relaxed and thoroughly enjoying his attentions. Master Simon must have given alpha dog the remote control for my electro box attached to the tight rubber sheath containing my cock and balls, as they were now being very pleasantly stimulated.
He had forced me into the corner of the cage, had unzipped me to expose my pierced tits and was expertly manipulating them bringing me to an absolute frenzy of sexual desire. My doggie restraints continued to leave me totally exposed to what ever the alpha dog wanted to do with me, and how glad I was that they did. He had amazing stamina, as well as a fantastic touch but as he shot his load in my asshole I was yet again frustrated by my bondage and left to dream of relief another time. He rolled me over until I was laying on my side with him cuddled around me. I so wanted to cuddle him properly and was really regretting not being unable too. His continued caressing almost made up for my frustration, especially as he had left his semi hard cock inside me. He whispered in my ear, 'thanks you sexy thing', 'woof' I replied.
We lay there quietly for a while just enjoying the contact between our rubber clad bodies, and in time I felt his cock starting to harden again still in my asshole. He very gently and slowly started to fuck me again which was just so soothing. 'you need to we rest now' but he didn't pulled out, just kept slowly pumped his cock back and forth. 'Ok, what ever you say' I said, wondering how I was going to settle with his cock sliding up and down in my arse, but I eventually must have dosed off as I hadn't had much sleep since arriving in this dungeon.
Some while later I was awoken by alpha moving then his cock slid out of my asshole and his welcome embrace was no longer. I struggled onto all fours in time to see the cage open and alpha crawling out. Master Simon was there and beckoned me to him, and I made my way over to him. 'Don't keep me waiting' he said as he grabbed my lead and yanked me out of the cage and across the dungeon floor. I was taken over to a leather wrapped wooden stool, helped onto it and strapped down. Straps were applied to my arms, legs and over my back, then he attached something to the top of my head and yanked it uncomfortably backwards. 'You clearly need to learn that when master wants you to do something you do it immediately'. I reflected for a moment then felt a sting across my buttock as he struck me with a paddle. 'Don't I get a response then boy?' he said followed by another smack of the paddle. 'woof' I yelped, but he kept striking me so all I could think to do was to keep barking, loader and loader after each strike. After 5 strikes on each cheek he stopped with the comment 'that's better boy'.
My ass was burning after such a hard beating for what was nothing really, and although it always made me horny being whipped while in bondage, I was going to have to totally concentrate on pleasing him unless I wanted more treatment like this. Moments later I sensed the relaxing smell of poppers and a finger working some lube into my asshole. Next the tail was being expertly worked back in but I soon realized that this was bigger than the one I had worn earlier, but relaxed to try to accept the monster. I was given another shot of poppers which made all the difference as the neck of the plug arrived and my hole closed to capture this solid intruder. I had a sensation of this huge plug overfilling me and my internal muscles and organs being forced aside to allow it to stay.
'It's a bit too big master' I complained only to receive another three strikes on each cheek from the paddle. 'I have told you boy, Dogs cant talk and you obviously haven't learned that yet'. 'woof, woof' I barked loudly trying to indicate the discomfort only to hear the reply 'Your limits will be expanded to suit my needs, and all I will promise is that it will be slow and painful experience'. This gave me a sense of fear and feeling of total vulnerability came over me as I pulled against my restraints. I received another three strikes to each cheek then was given a long heavy dose of poppers that took away the discomfort in my asshole and replaced it with feeling of being full. Although I knew this feeling would decline and my asshole would soon ache from this recent introduction to my body, I was now drifting in my own world of rubberized bondage. As I came down from this high, he continued 'you have given yourself to me now, and I will do to you what ever amuses me. You relinquished your rights when you signed your contract a week ago and when you came along to the club you sealed your fate. do you recall such an agreement?' I responded quietly 'woof' remembering almost word for word the condition referred too.
Some weeks before we met, Master had sent me a contract to sign. It had clauses about do's and don'ts for both parties as well as the usual contractual stuff but there were two important things he was now referring too. First, although I had signed the contract, it would not be binding unless I turned up at the club. The second was that I had edited the contract to remove my options to stop or break off when I was uncomfortable with how things were going, but worse had added the clause that allowed the master to do exactly what he was doing now. He had asked in several emails if I wanted to change my mind and had offered me several options giving different levels and methods of agreement or refusal in my treatment and use. I had continually decline such offers and wanted to give myself totally in his control and to his mercy.
'Now lets deal with this complaining boy' as the mouth of my doggie hood was unzipped and I was told to stick my tong out. I swiftly complied and noticed a string being tied through the piercing and my tong being pulled out even further. 'Open wide boy' was my instruction as something was slid over my tong and into my mouth. This gag not only filled my mouth but restrained my tong within it. 'Now close your mouth' were my instructions as my jaw was strapped almost shut around a tube running through the gag. The string attached to my tong piercing was tied to my septum piercing meaning a painful experience if I tried pulling my tong back. 'Now lets hear you bark now boy' he said. I had several attempts but with my tong no use anymore to form sound I tried to make a sound some other way. The beating started again and I tried harder and harder to bark, until after about a dozen strikes I achieved my goal which made the beating stop again.
For the first time in my SM life I realized I had actually been trained rather than just tied up and made to endure a masters wishes. I was learning a new skill, barking while gagged. That was not the only in one thing, I realized I was doing this to please him and not for my own fun. The uncomfortably large tail/plug was no longer a problem, and I mentally slipped into a feeling of obedience and humility towards this guy. Best of all though was that Master Simon was pleased with me which he demonstrated by stroking my rubber clad form. It felt so amazing I continued to bark and as I gradually got better and better until I started feeling horny again. Master Simon now turned his attention to my arse again and the plug/tail was connected along with the electrodes on my cock and balls to the small remote electro box again placed under my rubber skin on my back. Some new restraints were attached to my ankles and around my thighs, then one at a time my ankles were lifted up and connected to my thighs so I would be forced to walk only on my knee pads. Back to my head and some dark lenses were now attached over the eye openings all but taking away most of the limited vision I had through my inner hood pepper pot eyes.
'Nearly done' he said as the straps holding me down to the stool were released, a tug on the lead and I slid off and realized how much more difficult it was to walk with these new restraints. Now it was 'walkies' training time and I soon appreciated how poorly adapted the human form had become to moving on all fours. I walked beside master (or at least tried too), getting a sharp shock in my ass, cock and balls when I started falling behind the pace. Randomly, master would stop, order 'heel' and yank my collar back stopping me. I soon learned that I must sit in an attentive pose against his left leg looking up at him. He used a baton to correct my posture almost continually, but over an hour or so, I learned to 'walk' and 'heel' on his command. I was now panting vigorously through the gag with all the effort, clearly something the master liked to hear and it felt so great to please him and have a 'well done boy' and a pat on the head. I was trying harder at this than anything else I could remember, and all just to please my master. I was a strangely horny feeling!
Although the dungeon was fairly cool, my effort was causing me to sweat inside my rubber cocoon, but as that made the suit slip over my skin sensually making me feel even hornier so tried even harder. The next bit of my training was to be 'stay' and 'come'. This, I thought, would be easy compared with 'walk' and 'heel', but the effort was in keeping my posture right when 'staying' and 'coming' quickly enough for Masters liking was just as challenging. Eventually I attained a satisfactory standard and was rewarded with my master kneeling down to my level and beckoning me over to him. 'woof, woof, woof' was my reaction and I playfully jumped towards him to be greeted with a big hug and lots of fuss. 'good boy, now lets feed you, as we have another treat for you later' he said. I hoped that in my new role as masters faithful doggie, I was to be paraded in front of the others to show the skills I had learned.
I was taken over to the dog bowls, my ankles were released and allowed to drop down to the floor, then my forelegs (as I didn't consider them arms anymore) and hind legs were fixed to the rings in the floor as before, presumably as my master thought I might knock the bowls over by mistake. I was expecting my doggie hood and gag to be removed to I could eat and drink as before, but master said 'I am fairly pleased with your progress, but you will keep the gag in for now because you need to practice eating and drinking with it'. With that my head was pushed down so the end of my gag tube was in the bowl and I heard 'now drink up the milk shake boy'. I had to suck hard to get the thick milky mush into the back of my mouth then swallowed. It had no real taste and was of a unspecified texture, so I carried on. 'good boy, this shake will give you enough energy to keep you going at our little dog show tonight'.
I couldn't see alpha, but presumed that either he had eaten or was out of my vision, still impaired by the dark lenses. I finished the bowl of mush in a few minutes and moved over to the water bowl to wash it down. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was, and soon that bowl was empty too. I was starting to get used to using the gag straw and pressed it around both bowls to make sure I had eaten or drunk everything on offer, and soon realized I had. I looked around and couldn't see anyone so barked. Just one 'woof', and listened. I heard nothing so this time barked more than once, 'woof, woof, woof, wo..' as my electro discipline was used, but to such an extent that I almost double up with the agony in my asshole, cock and balls. Without the floor restraints I would have fallen over, but as the intensity subsided I regained my self control, and realized I should keep quiet.
No once came, and I wondered what I should do. I tried to look around the dungeon but the lighting had been dimmed with my vision was so impaired by the hood arrangement that I couldn't see much. I pulled on my restraints but realized that I was going nowhere and soon decided that I should just get as comfortable as I could and wait. That position was the sit pose, and although not that relaxing was better than being on all fours, so though I could well spend my time practicing my 'sit', 'heel' and 'stay' posture. The size of the plug in my asshole started to become the only thing on my mind again, and I wiggled to see if I could expel the monster. No chance was my conclusion, so I tried to relax and think of something else.
Eventually, and after ages failing to ignore the plug in my asshole, master came for me. He unclipped my paws and with the command 'walk', lead me through a door, along a corridor which lead into a fairly well lit garage in which I saw a black van. The back doors were open and I was lead around to the back and encouraged to get in. There was a cage fixed to the side behind the drivers seat, I was turned around, pushed in backwards then the door shut and was padlocked. 'we have a long drive boy, so get comfortable and have a sleep' he said. The cage was quite small, but it had some blankets on the floor so I snuggled into them and tried to get comfortable. I looked around but could not see alpha, then heard the doors open and close, the engine start and we were off.
He had forced me into the corner of the cage, had unzipped me to expose my pierced tits and was expertly manipulating them bringing me to an absolute frenzy of sexual desire. My doggie restraints continued to leave me totally exposed to what ever the alpha dog wanted to do with me, and how glad I was that they did. He had amazing stamina, as well as a fantastic touch but as he shot his load in my asshole I was yet again frustrated by my bondage and left to dream of relief another time. He rolled me over until I was laying on my side with him cuddled around me. I so wanted to cuddle him properly and was really regretting not being unable too. His continued caressing almost made up for my frustration, especially as he had left his semi hard cock inside me. He whispered in my ear, 'thanks you sexy thing', 'woof' I replied.
We lay there quietly for a while just enjoying the contact between our rubber clad bodies, and in time I felt his cock starting to harden again still in my asshole. He very gently and slowly started to fuck me again which was just so soothing. 'you need to we rest now' but he didn't pulled out, just kept slowly pumped his cock back and forth. 'Ok, what ever you say' I said, wondering how I was going to settle with his cock sliding up and down in my arse, but I eventually must have dosed off as I hadn't had much sleep since arriving in this dungeon.
Some while later I was awoken by alpha moving then his cock slid out of my asshole and his welcome embrace was no longer. I struggled onto all fours in time to see the cage open and alpha crawling out. Master Simon was there and beckoned me to him, and I made my way over to him. 'Don't keep me waiting' he said as he grabbed my lead and yanked me out of the cage and across the dungeon floor. I was taken over to a leather wrapped wooden stool, helped onto it and strapped down. Straps were applied to my arms, legs and over my back, then he attached something to the top of my head and yanked it uncomfortably backwards. 'You clearly need to learn that when master wants you to do something you do it immediately'. I reflected for a moment then felt a sting across my buttock as he struck me with a paddle. 'Don't I get a response then boy?' he said followed by another smack of the paddle. 'woof' I yelped, but he kept striking me so all I could think to do was to keep barking, loader and loader after each strike. After 5 strikes on each cheek he stopped with the comment 'that's better boy'.
My ass was burning after such a hard beating for what was nothing really, and although it always made me horny being whipped while in bondage, I was going to have to totally concentrate on pleasing him unless I wanted more treatment like this. Moments later I sensed the relaxing smell of poppers and a finger working some lube into my asshole. Next the tail was being expertly worked back in but I soon realized that this was bigger than the one I had worn earlier, but relaxed to try to accept the monster. I was given another shot of poppers which made all the difference as the neck of the plug arrived and my hole closed to capture this solid intruder. I had a sensation of this huge plug overfilling me and my internal muscles and organs being forced aside to allow it to stay.
'It's a bit too big master' I complained only to receive another three strikes on each cheek from the paddle. 'I have told you boy, Dogs cant talk and you obviously haven't learned that yet'. 'woof, woof' I barked loudly trying to indicate the discomfort only to hear the reply 'Your limits will be expanded to suit my needs, and all I will promise is that it will be slow and painful experience'. This gave me a sense of fear and feeling of total vulnerability came over me as I pulled against my restraints. I received another three strikes to each cheek then was given a long heavy dose of poppers that took away the discomfort in my asshole and replaced it with feeling of being full. Although I knew this feeling would decline and my asshole would soon ache from this recent introduction to my body, I was now drifting in my own world of rubberized bondage. As I came down from this high, he continued 'you have given yourself to me now, and I will do to you what ever amuses me. You relinquished your rights when you signed your contract a week ago and when you came along to the club you sealed your fate. do you recall such an agreement?' I responded quietly 'woof' remembering almost word for word the condition referred too.
Some weeks before we met, Master had sent me a contract to sign. It had clauses about do's and don'ts for both parties as well as the usual contractual stuff but there were two important things he was now referring too. First, although I had signed the contract, it would not be binding unless I turned up at the club. The second was that I had edited the contract to remove my options to stop or break off when I was uncomfortable with how things were going, but worse had added the clause that allowed the master to do exactly what he was doing now. He had asked in several emails if I wanted to change my mind and had offered me several options giving different levels and methods of agreement or refusal in my treatment and use. I had continually decline such offers and wanted to give myself totally in his control and to his mercy.
'Now lets deal with this complaining boy' as the mouth of my doggie hood was unzipped and I was told to stick my tong out. I swiftly complied and noticed a string being tied through the piercing and my tong being pulled out even further. 'Open wide boy' was my instruction as something was slid over my tong and into my mouth. This gag not only filled my mouth but restrained my tong within it. 'Now close your mouth' were my instructions as my jaw was strapped almost shut around a tube running through the gag. The string attached to my tong piercing was tied to my septum piercing meaning a painful experience if I tried pulling my tong back. 'Now lets hear you bark now boy' he said. I had several attempts but with my tong no use anymore to form sound I tried to make a sound some other way. The beating started again and I tried harder and harder to bark, until after about a dozen strikes I achieved my goal which made the beating stop again.
For the first time in my SM life I realized I had actually been trained rather than just tied up and made to endure a masters wishes. I was learning a new skill, barking while gagged. That was not the only in one thing, I realized I was doing this to please him and not for my own fun. The uncomfortably large tail/plug was no longer a problem, and I mentally slipped into a feeling of obedience and humility towards this guy. Best of all though was that Master Simon was pleased with me which he demonstrated by stroking my rubber clad form. It felt so amazing I continued to bark and as I gradually got better and better until I started feeling horny again. Master Simon now turned his attention to my arse again and the plug/tail was connected along with the electrodes on my cock and balls to the small remote electro box again placed under my rubber skin on my back. Some new restraints were attached to my ankles and around my thighs, then one at a time my ankles were lifted up and connected to my thighs so I would be forced to walk only on my knee pads. Back to my head and some dark lenses were now attached over the eye openings all but taking away most of the limited vision I had through my inner hood pepper pot eyes.
'Nearly done' he said as the straps holding me down to the stool were released, a tug on the lead and I slid off and realized how much more difficult it was to walk with these new restraints. Now it was 'walkies' training time and I soon appreciated how poorly adapted the human form had become to moving on all fours. I walked beside master (or at least tried too), getting a sharp shock in my ass, cock and balls when I started falling behind the pace. Randomly, master would stop, order 'heel' and yank my collar back stopping me. I soon learned that I must sit in an attentive pose against his left leg looking up at him. He used a baton to correct my posture almost continually, but over an hour or so, I learned to 'walk' and 'heel' on his command. I was now panting vigorously through the gag with all the effort, clearly something the master liked to hear and it felt so great to please him and have a 'well done boy' and a pat on the head. I was trying harder at this than anything else I could remember, and all just to please my master. I was a strangely horny feeling!
Although the dungeon was fairly cool, my effort was causing me to sweat inside my rubber cocoon, but as that made the suit slip over my skin sensually making me feel even hornier so tried even harder. The next bit of my training was to be 'stay' and 'come'. This, I thought, would be easy compared with 'walk' and 'heel', but the effort was in keeping my posture right when 'staying' and 'coming' quickly enough for Masters liking was just as challenging. Eventually I attained a satisfactory standard and was rewarded with my master kneeling down to my level and beckoning me over to him. 'woof, woof, woof' was my reaction and I playfully jumped towards him to be greeted with a big hug and lots of fuss. 'good boy, now lets feed you, as we have another treat for you later' he said. I hoped that in my new role as masters faithful doggie, I was to be paraded in front of the others to show the skills I had learned.
I was taken over to the dog bowls, my ankles were released and allowed to drop down to the floor, then my forelegs (as I didn't consider them arms anymore) and hind legs were fixed to the rings in the floor as before, presumably as my master thought I might knock the bowls over by mistake. I was expecting my doggie hood and gag to be removed to I could eat and drink as before, but master said 'I am fairly pleased with your progress, but you will keep the gag in for now because you need to practice eating and drinking with it'. With that my head was pushed down so the end of my gag tube was in the bowl and I heard 'now drink up the milk shake boy'. I had to suck hard to get the thick milky mush into the back of my mouth then swallowed. It had no real taste and was of a unspecified texture, so I carried on. 'good boy, this shake will give you enough energy to keep you going at our little dog show tonight'.
I couldn't see alpha, but presumed that either he had eaten or was out of my vision, still impaired by the dark lenses. I finished the bowl of mush in a few minutes and moved over to the water bowl to wash it down. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was, and soon that bowl was empty too. I was starting to get used to using the gag straw and pressed it around both bowls to make sure I had eaten or drunk everything on offer, and soon realized I had. I looked around and couldn't see anyone so barked. Just one 'woof', and listened. I heard nothing so this time barked more than once, 'woof, woof, woof, wo..' as my electro discipline was used, but to such an extent that I almost double up with the agony in my asshole, cock and balls. Without the floor restraints I would have fallen over, but as the intensity subsided I regained my self control, and realized I should keep quiet.
No once came, and I wondered what I should do. I tried to look around the dungeon but the lighting had been dimmed with my vision was so impaired by the hood arrangement that I couldn't see much. I pulled on my restraints but realized that I was going nowhere and soon decided that I should just get as comfortable as I could and wait. That position was the sit pose, and although not that relaxing was better than being on all fours, so though I could well spend my time practicing my 'sit', 'heel' and 'stay' posture. The size of the plug in my asshole started to become the only thing on my mind again, and I wiggled to see if I could expel the monster. No chance was my conclusion, so I tried to relax and think of something else.
Eventually, and after ages failing to ignore the plug in my asshole, master came for me. He unclipped my paws and with the command 'walk', lead me through a door, along a corridor which lead into a fairly well lit garage in which I saw a black van. The back doors were open and I was lead around to the back and encouraged to get in. There was a cage fixed to the side behind the drivers seat, I was turned around, pushed in backwards then the door shut and was padlocked. 'we have a long drive boy, so get comfortable and have a sleep' he said. The cage was quite small, but it had some blankets on the floor so I snuggled into them and tried to get comfortable. I looked around but could not see alpha, then heard the doors open and close, the engine start and we were off.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
A USUAL DAY
It's been a long day at the office again; quite usual in my job, but now i am on my way home again. Just a few minutes walk from the bus stop and i am at the door of my house. I open the door and get in, have to step over some mail that is spread over the floor, i collect it and place it to a small table next to the wardrobe.
Stressed form the day at the office i might want to relax a little first, but instead i know i am not supposed to sit around and go immediately downstairs into the basement. Passing the laundry and utility room i get into the playroom that is down there. On a bench there were laid out a bunch of clothes. I strip my daytime clothing and fold it neatly together, placing it on a shelf next to the bench, only remaining is a chastity belt, which i am wearing almost permanent since a while.
I start looking at the prepared clothes. They are different from what i was wearing yesterday, so my master must have laid them out there after i left for work this morning. They are there in the order i am supposed to put them on, so at first i put in the plug that is laid on the bench, it is not a large one, but for sure big enough to be felt constantly up my ass. Once it is slipped in place i put on a rubbershort, almost 2 mm thick rubber, very resistant, this way the rest of coming clothing is protected from any possible harm by the steel chastity belt and the plug is kept in place as well by it.
Next laid there are a pair of arm long rubber gloves, a snug fit as if they were made for me. I know why i have to put them on at first, that way once all the rest is on i won't be able to take them off under all the other layers. Following now is a full rubbersuit, feet attached, but no gloves or hood with it. I lube up the suit and slip my legs in, smoothen out any wrinkles there are and process further all up to the chest, slip my arms into the sleeves, make sure all wrinkles are smoothened again before zipping it up at back. It has a little collar at the neck, so i am up to the neck in rubber now. Next laid there is a thin rubbermask with a zip on the back, it has open mouth, nose holes and eyes. It was made to measure so it fits perfectly on my head. I open the zip of the suit a little and stuff the neck of the hood inside and close up the suit again.
The next item laid out is a pretty large gag with a short breathing tube inside, i put it in my mouth and buckle it shut on the back, snug enough to keep it secure inside the mouth, i know my master would not want me to be able to push it out at all. Even though i already start sweating all covered up in rubber now, i know i am not yet done. The next item on the bench is a pretty heavy and thick black aquala drysuit. It takes some time to get inside and makes me sweat even more, but finally i slip my head to the attached open face hood and close the heavy zip on the back. The next item on the bench is a small padlock, it is not easy to reach but i know i have to lock that zip of the drysuit on to a specially added ring on the drysuit side, and since the keys of any padlocks in this house are not with me, i won't be able to open it myself anymore.
The following item now is a gasmask hood, a British gasmask with attached hood to cover all of the head, i slip it over the already twice covered head and zip it down on the backside. The breathing tube is short enough to fit well under the gasmask. Now follows a wide posture collar, making further movements of my head rather difficult. Two additional padlocks are laid out there to lock the collar and since it covers the zip making it again impossible to take off that gasmask hood. Now following are a pair of waders, two numbers larger than my usual boot size, but the feet of the drysuit add to my own size, so these ones fit perfectly over this outfit now. The next to put on is a pair of steel ankle shackles, just large enough to squeeze the booted legs inside, for sure now way to slip out of those or try to slip the waders out under them. The cuffs are linked with a 30cm long chain and are as well padlocked. Now i put on another pair of arm long rubber gloves, this time very thick industrial rubber though. Last piece laying there is a pair of steel wrist shackles linked with a 20cm chain to put on at the front, again snug fitting over my wrists and both padlocked.
At some days there is a note left for me for further instructions, but today there is none, so now that i am converted back into the object i am, the rubberslave and servant i have been converted to some time ago, i know what i have to do. My master will return at some point and i know where and how he wants to find his rubberobject then, but also one of his standing orders is to have a coffee ready for him at his arrival. With limited size through the gasmask, limited movement through the chained shackles and sweating already pretty heavy in my daily rubberskin i walk upstairs again into the kitchen. I prepare one cup of coffee, since i am not allowed to take anything for myself (not that i would be able to drink any in my current coverage) and when it is finally done i put it into a thermos cup to keep it hot for his return. I don't know when he will return, it could be any second or even just late at night, to me it does not change the way i prepare myself and his coffee. I place the cup in the table in the living room and get back out in the hallway.
There in the corner are several hooks and padlocks. I first padlock the chain of the ankle shackles to the hook on the floor, standing about one foot away from the wall, face towards the wall. Two shots chains from the wall fixed near the corner are mounted just in the heights of my collar, and i padlock them on both sides of the collar, since they are just in a well measured length, thy keep my head focused on the corner, unable to turn it around. Last to do is to padlock the chain of my wrist shackles to a hook in the corner - i cannot see it due to the restrictions of my head with the posture collar and chains, so i have to feel my way there, not an easy task either with the heavy rubber gloves on, but i manage to padlock that chain as well and am now standing there helpless, unable to go anywhere, unable to turn around, sit, bend, not even scratch me if it itches since the hands are unusable fixed too.
That is the place i have to be at the arrival of my master, and i have no idea when this will be. Sometimes he returns late in the night so i have to stand there all night and wait, sometimes he returned early but still does not take notice of me and leaves me there too all night, but that no longer matters for me, i have given up any power over my movements, any freedom of choice some time ago, and this is just another part of my current enslavement. He is to do as he sees fit, i am degraded to a rubberobject for him and his will.
He often brings friends or other slaves and bottoms home, leaves me standing here while having his own fun, or displaying me here in the corner, telling everyone that i am not to be taken notice of, i am no longer a human being with associated rights, but just an object, part of his house and furniture. But also when coming home alone, he often just watches TV or sits at the computer and takes no notice of me either. But if he needs my services - cooking, cleaning or any other service, then he releases me from this place and orders whatever he needs, i am to obey any given command - that's my purpose of life, that's what i have been made into.
Usually at weekends, the Saturday during daytime is devoted for me to do the usual housework, all the cleaning, washing, ironing and whatever else needed to keep the place in perfect state, but of course i have to do all those chores as well covered and chained. Since i was transformed i haven’t been free very often anymore, only occasionally when he takes me out to bars or parties, i am unchained, unhooded and covered by an army overall, unfortunately the public is not dealing too well with a slave it it's full outfit on the busses and streets. But once arrived at the destination i never get to stay free there either. The least happening it to get gagged, hooded and chained again there, sometimes allowed to kneel next to him, waiting to fetch a drink for him or his friends when ordered, sometimes just chained into a corner for the evening. Sometimes on larger events he adds even more restraints, straitjacket and also sometimes closes the eyes of the mask/s i wear, keeping me on a chain hooked to his belt to follow him wherever he cruises through the event. It is no longer for me to enjoy the events or bars or crowds at the event, i am only his object, the object to show off, to chain up or if wanted to use as he sees fit.
Some of the events we have been since my conversion i do not even know anything about. I could not tell where they were or what they were like. I was prepared, dressed up, blindfolded and chained at home already and taken there in a cage inside the boot of a van of some friends, there lead around on the chain hooked up to my master (or maybe even one of his friends, i could not tell). Sometimes i was displayed as sort of decoration to such event, tied up, chained up, cages, suspended, various ways and just left there all evening for the event. And at some point taken back home in the same cage again, so depending on the time of travel i can only imagine a few possible locations, but cannot tell anything about who/where/what on those events. Still i appreciate being taken with my master to those events, he could just as well leave me chained up at home while going there alone, but since he takes his object with him, it makes me feel very proud, proud to be shown as his object and slave. Even though i think many friends or visitors of parties, clubs and events do not even know who i am, since i never have been seen uncovered, unpacked, unchained, but that does not matter to me, since i have no longer any identity, i have been degraded to an object and slave, HIS object and slave, and that is all there is, so what the people see, this chained and rubbered object is what i am and what i will be forever.
Sometimes even at evenings or weekends i am on duty for work, having to be available for remote working in case of emergencies. Nevertheless i am still locked up and packed up, just chained and tied on a chair all day and night in front of the computer, waiting for an emergency to occur. Or if he is so gentle to allow me out of my isolation, training y brains by reading/browsing internet or has work for me to do on the computer, managing his sites or other errand tasks, i spend the time well packed and chained as well there on the chair. And if you have no further distraction or ways to go, imagine how efficient one can be at this sort of work then.
I am standing here in the corner for at least 2 hours now when i hear the door being unlocked, my master finally comes home. But i hear other voices too immediately when he enters, so he is not alone. I hear him say again that they should not take any notice of his object and they go right into the living room. After some more time my master returns and starts unlocking me from the corner. I turn around and drop down on my knees as i have learned it. He tells me they are getting hungry and he expects a dinner for four in 30 minutes. He turns around and goes back to the living room, I wait for him to be around the corner, since i am not allowed to be off my knees in his presence, unless explicitly ordered or tied/chained in a way where i am unable to be on my knees. Then i get up and chains rattling make my way into the kitchen. It is not easy to cook in this outfit and chains, but i have learned to cope with it, since i haven't really been without it many times out of work. Since 30 minutes is not a long time i get some simple dinner fixed up for 4 persons and while it is cooking get the dinner table prepared too, plates, cutlery, glasses, several fresh drinks, beer, ready to serve the dinner when it is ready.
Once it is done i serve it on the plates and when finished go over to the living room and kneel next to the chair of my master. Gagged as i am i could not announce the dinner being ready, but i would not be allowed to speak anyway, objects do not talk when not ordered to. My master knows dinner is ready and tells his friends over to the dinner table, He orders me to follow. I follow behind my master and when everybody is seated i fill their glasses with what they order me. Once all set i get down on my knees near the table and wait again.
They take their time and i am waved over only for refilling their glasses in-between, and once they finished and went back into the living room i started cleaning up the kitchen again. After i am finished i go back to the living room too and take my place again next to my master’s chair on my knees. This time i do not have to wait long as he immediately gets up and orders me over to out 'special' table. It is not really a table, instead a box with a larger plate on top and in the middle a hole. He opens it and orders me inside, starts fixing my chains to hooks inside the box and then closes it again with my head sticking out on top, the wide posture collar making this hole a very tight fit around my neck, so that i won't be moving the head at all now. He waves his friends over and they all take a seat around this table. They decided to have some rounds of poker tonight. For a few hours now i am sitting in that box sweating heavily, facing my master and listening to their poker play. At the begin they played for chips, then later for real money. No high amounts but yet at some point my master ran out of cash and started bidding my services in exchange.
It was not a good night for my master and he lost quite often and when they finally stopped playing i have been traded for 3 weekends bottle boy in one of the guys leather bar, 10 full housecleaning of one other of the guys and decoration for the net 3 large events - throughout the entire event, meaning not just one evening - in town which are organized by one of the guys too. Some bottom or boyfriend would surely not like being traded like that, but since i am nothing else but an object, a salve to do as ordered, this is the use that can happen and i will gladly make sure my owner will not be disappointed or badly reflected by his property. Knowing my master i am already aware that i will not perform these extra chores free, but instead packed and restrained as usual, it would have been rather strange if i would not be kept like that for these chores too.
Once the guests left i was released out of the box and ordered to clean up, which i did immediately. When i finished i went back to my master and got on my knees as usual. He then took off the padlocks of the collar, took off the gasmask hood and also the gag. As much as i like encasement, still it is always a pleasure to have at least a short time some air around the skin again. He told me to feed myself now and drink enough for the night too. I went into the kitchen and got myself some nutritious crackers, a few spoons of the leftover dinner and drank enough water, since i dried out pretty much sweating all evening. When i was done i returned to him and got on my knees again. He immediately placed back the gag, hood and collar, all well padlocked again. He ordered me to take off his boots and put them away. Then he ordered me to follow him down into the basement.
Down there he took off the wrist shackles. I placed my hands on my back immediately since that is where they have to be when not tied or busy with chores. I waited then kneeling there, head bowed so not watching what he did. He unfolded our rubber sleepsack on the bench. It is a special made sleepsack, very heavy and thick rubber and large enough to fit above other layers, since he never really planned to have me in there naked anyway. He ordered me to get inside that sleepsack, place my arms in the inside sleeve and then he zipped it up to the neck. There are 8 additional heavy straps from top to bottom around the sleepsack, he buckled them all tight and then attached the d-rings on the side of all straps to hooks on the bench with padlocks. I would for sure not fall off the bench and more sure not be able to get anywhere as well. Once finished he left the room, switching out the lights on his way out. I know i am here now until the next morning, when i am released in time to get showered and dressed up for work in the office again. At weekends or in holidays i never know when i get out of the night-preparation, whether he wants me around or do chores or just leaves me where i am, but during weekdays unfortunately the office calls, one day there will be no more need to go there, and then i will never have to look or behave like a human, but instead be allowed to remain this object i am.
At the beginning it was difficult for me to find any sleep so well packed and locked away, but after some time i got used to it and the body took what he needed anyway, you will sleep more or less well as much as the body needs it. So yet another usual day in the life of this former human, now rubbered object and slave, has ended.
If you wonder how i feed and use my toilet - during office time i have enough time for these necessities and one can get used to fit those needs into that time of the day, it takes some time to get adjusted, but once it is done it relieves the master from having to unlock his toy for such human things. And if you wonder how i got into this situation, how i became transformed form human to object ...
It started out as a play only, i agreed to be kept sealed and tied as object and decoration for an extended weekend, it was a great experience and i enjoyed it a lot, so did my master. We wanted to repeat this more often and for the next time he asked to be at my place instead of his. He had all his suitcases filled with anything he wanted to seal and lock me in when he arrived for a weekend, so once again, but now in my own house i was held and decoration and rubbered object for him. He wanted to continue this and we agreed to him visiting for a week holiday, agreed into keeping me locked up during my free time out of work and during the weekends. Already that week was just like i am living now, no more human treatment, but degraded to an object for him and his will, but at the end of his visit he told me that he will continue to keep me like this if i agreed on him to move in. Who could reject such an offer .... Since that time i have spent any time out of work as his object. Dressed and packed as he orders and wishes, i haven’t done anything or worn anything he did not choose or order. He took over any daily business of mine, financial care (with the money i earn in my job), care for anything left human for this object, so that i would no longer have to worry about anything but being his object. This happened a few months ago, and the longer i live as his object, the less i can imagine being returned to a human again, deciding for myself what to do with my free time ... I actually long for the day when i won't have to go to the office anymore ... then i finally will have finished my conversion into his object, will finally be able to get rid of the last human parts of my life and be there only for his desires and will, be his object and servant to do as he sees fit ... for permanent ...
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
FOOTFRIENDS NYC
- The longest running all male foot fetish parties in the world are in New York City. Foot Friends NYC celebrates 15 years this year. The entry fee for parties is $20 and includes free sodas, herbal tea, water and snacks. We will also provide a cheap cash bar. Parties are held at Grand Space, 778 Bergen St., between Grand Ave. & Washington Ave. in Prospect Heights. It's the 5th stop in Brooklyn on the C train (Clinton/Washington) and the 8th stop on the 2/3 (Eastern Pkwy/Bklyn Museum), and it's in trendy Prospect Heights, near the Brooklyn Museum, the Botanic Garden, Prospect Park and Park Slope - so don't let the word "Brooklyn" stop you from coming! Visit www.GrandSpace.com for pics and directions.
- THUSDAY DECEMBER 28 is the 10th ANNUAL "FOOT BALL."
MY INSTRUCTIONS WERE VERY EXPLICIT - PART 3
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Sunday, December 17, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
MY INSTRUCTIONS WERE VERY EXPLICIT - PART 2
I was in a one piece rubber suit suspended in a rubber sleep sack, hooded & blind with a gas mask over an inflatable gag and an electro plug in my asshole. My cock was locked in a CB2000 chastity, I had no idea where I was and had only known the guy in control of me for a few weeks, and then only through the net. What was in store for me? I could only guess. Just what I had wanted!
The electro plug continued to stimulate me in my rubber cocoon, frustrating me by not being able to move or do anything about my predicament, my mind started to imagine looking at myself. What a sight I must be for any horny master.
I became aware of straps or ropes being fastened to what I assume were rings down the side of the sleep sack. Gradually I was secured to a frame or something, restricting my movement almost completely. I felt the front zip of the sack open, my rubber cod piece pulled off and my cock pulled out. Moments later the CB2000 was unlocked and removed, quickly followed by my cock getting raging hard! At last I was going to get some relief, something that had been denied me remotely by Master Simon for 5 days now. My cock was being lubed then I felt a sensation of a catheter being inserted and a ring being forced over the head of my cock. Next my balls where yanked down and a clamp fixed around them. My lower back was unzipped and pads stuck onto my buttocks and the small box slipped in there at the club removed and I was then zipped up again. I now knew what was happening, I was being set up for a more intensive electro session, confirmed as I felt the tit zips opened and clamps fitted.
I became aware of familiar smell of poppers, faint at first but soon increasing to a heavy and continuous dose from something like an aroma soaked cotton ball placed in my gas mask tube. My body gently relaxed under the influence of the poppers just as the electrodes started to torment my cock, balls, ass and tits. The stimulus made my whole body jolt as the electrical pulse passed up and down my body. The intensity increased several times to the point where I was screaming for mercy into my gag but to no avail, there was no let up. The poppers came again giving some slight relief as fought against my restraints trying to get away from this amazing sensation. When would it end? I was now regretting agreeing not to use a stop word, but that didn’t prevent me begging through my gag and gas mask. I concluded that either no one could understand me, or worse, I had been left alone to suffer!
The electro torture continued far beyond what I thought my limit was. I began to understand now what it really felt like to be under the control of a master, something I particularly wanted. I continued to struggle and was now sweating heavily causing the rubber in contact with every part of my skin slip and slide over my body very sensually. I realized that there would be no let up until Master Simon decided, and I was no longer able to influence my future. I cant imagine how long this went on for, but for the first time in my quite considerable experience of SM, I completely accepted the power of my master over me and began to take pleasure from what I presumed was his enjoyment in my suffering.
Eventually, the program was changed and the intensity reduced to a level that normally would be quite intense, but after what I had endured was very horny. At the same time my position was altered so I was suspended on my front at an angle of about 30 degrees to horizontal. I felt my gas mask hood being unzipped, the removed. The gag was deflated and the second hood removed. I should have become aware of my surroundings for the first time, but the sweat inside my inner hood was running into my eyes. I heard Master Simon ask ‘Enjoying your holiday boy?”. “Er, Yes Si..” was all I got out before his rock hard cock was thrust into my mouth. Still high on poppers I was again treated to his almost perfect rhythm of fucking my face, allowing me to catch my breath between thrusts, but more I expect to do with him taking pleasure from this orifice of mine. I felt my ass being unzipped, the plug was pulled out and quickly replaced by another hard cock which started pumping in time to the one in my throat. Was this to be my future, restrained, being spit roasted and electro tortured in an unknown dungeon? I hoped so!.
I was wondering where the third guy was when I felt the electrodes on my cock being removed and it was sucked into a willing mouth. The experience was unbelievable being allowed gratification while being used for the pleasure of two others while restrained. I am not sure who came first, but I must have shot half a pint of cum down the throat of the guy on my cock.
I was exhausted, and just like every other time I had cum, I now wanted out of my restraints and rubber cocoon, but before I was able to ask for release, the hood and gag were re-fitted and I realized that I was to be staying like this for a while to come. The tit clamps were removed, I was zipped up front and back again, then rolled over so I was now suspended on my back. “time for your drink boy” I heard a voice say as I liquid was fed through the gag into my mouth. It tasted ok, I think it must have been an isotonic drink, just what I needed right now. The liquid kept coming, forcing me to drink. I had been fed like this before so knew I could stop the flow by pressing my tong into the hole in the gag to allow me breath and digest my food. Eventually the drink was all gone, and I lay there alone with only my thoughts. I was in a new mind set of a compliant creature committed only to my masters pleasure, I was relaxed and content being exactly where I wanted to be at this point in my life, and despite the uncomfortable conditions I was being held in and soon drifted off to sleep.
I woke several times during the night, wriggled to try to release myself and called out to anyone within ear shot for release. All to no avail, I was held securely and if there was anyone nearby, they were ignoring me. This was the first time I had been kept all night in a rubber sleep sack, I say kept as I didn’t fell like I got much rest, let alone sleep. Sleep I must have though, since at some time I was awoken by a bolt of electro stimulation in my balls and buttocks from the electrodes still in place. Nothing like the experience from last night, but I was fully awake in no time and again being frustrated by my predicament when I heard Master Simon’s voice again. “your first lesson is to learn not to complain, so the sooner you learn to shut up the better”
I was lifted back to the vertical, the gas mask hood re-fitted and almost immediately the poppers were back. As they took affect, I felt the electrodes being applied to my still stiff cock and pierced tits again and then the plug re-inserted into my ass hole. I so wanted to keep silent, but the distress of the stimulation from the electrodes soon had me screaming in agony. “didn’t you hear me boy” Master Simon shouted “you will be silent”. With this I felt the business end of a whip strike my buttocks bringing me to my senses immediately. Some how I had to control my reaction, so I bit hard on the gag and suck in the calming vapors from the poppers and tried desperately to obey. This was the hardest thing I could remember, accepting the continuous suffering from the electro torture and the sharp pain from the whip each time it struck. I realized that the sooner I obeyed master’s order to suffer in silence, the sooner I would be spared this anguish, so concentrated on controlling myself.
The suffering went on and on, but gradually the throbbing of the electro stimulation becoming more acceptable, and the sting from the whip was almost pleasurable coming randomly over my ass, back, legs and chest. I could sense my screams had subsided to grunts and whimpers, which if I could control them enough, perhaps master would not be able to hear me through the gag, hoods and gas mask. There was still no let up from my treatment, but I was determined not to fail this first test, and called on every bit of self control to overcome this ordeal, eventually resulting in being spared the whip, then my electro control box being turned down and ultimately off. I was turning into a willing recipient of my masters sadistic actions and despite the soreness was enjoying every minute. I was left hanging for some while longer before I heard Master Simons voice “that’s better boy, you should remember this lesson, as I will not tolerate any relapse”.
I must have been in my rubber suit for about 15 hours by now, and over 12 of them in this sleep sack bondage and 2 or 3 hours subjected to electro torment. Fortunately Master Simon had decided to allow me some relief for now as he had lots of plans for later. I was lowered until I my feet took my weight, the electrodes and plug were removed, restraints loosened, gas mask, gag hood removed and the long rear zip opened. I was helped out of the sack, weak from my ordeal and allowed to sit on chair. I stayed there for some while taking in my surroundings through the pepper pot eyes of my hood. As I had expected I was in a dark dungeon, with a number of mirrors on walls and the ceiling, a huge range of implements stored around the perimeter and a daunting amount of equipment around and about.
I was helped from the chair, still shaky on my feet after all the poppers and the confinement of the sack and lead to a large bathroom. “you have one hour to have a piss, douche out your ass hole, clean yourself and that suit up and get back into your rubber ready for its next outing”. My collar was unlocked and the guy left, locking the door from the outside behind him.
I slipped the hood part of my suit off and sat down on the toilet while my eyes adjusted to the relatively bright light. I had a piss while I contemplated how I should do this. I decided that I would relax in bath, then could wash out my rubber suit in the luke warm water once I had finished. While the bath was running I undressed and noticed a web cam in the corner of the room and a big sign on the wall ‘Don’t try to cum, your cock belongs to me…Master Simon’. I got into the bath and after relaxing for a while, washed myself and shaved all over. I cleaned out my rubber suit and hung it up to drip dry while I brushed my teeth. I douched out my arse, then went back and dried the suit with a towel. I found some latex polish and talc and prepared the suit as instructed, and put it back on. Once again put on my 20 hole DMs and collar. I glanced in the mirror thinking, you sexy thing, admiring myself and noticing my cock hardening under the rubber. The door opened, a hand reached in and attached a lead and I was pulled out of the door.
I was taken back to the dungeon and told to sit on a rimming stool. The guy with me went over to a shelf and got down a leather doggie hood, then proceeded to put it on me. Next the mitts were pushed on requiring me to make a fist before they could be pulled on completely and locked. I was encouraged to put my arms out straight in front so the arm binders could be laced on meaning I could no longer bend my elbows. I was moved off the stool and pushed down onto all fours, then my ass zip was undone and the tail inserted. Lastly the guy brought over a pair of special Bermuda shorts, complete with knee pads and cock and ball sheath. With some difficultly they were worked over my boots, up my thighs and over my tail. They were well lubed inside, but it was still struggle to get my cock and balls into the sheath. I quickly realized how special these shorts were as it was now all but impossible to straighten my legs now. The guy fiddled around with something in a pouch on the belt of the shorts before declaring “that’s it boy, your ready to meet your master”
The electro plug continued to stimulate me in my rubber cocoon, frustrating me by not being able to move or do anything about my predicament, my mind started to imagine looking at myself. What a sight I must be for any horny master.
I became aware of straps or ropes being fastened to what I assume were rings down the side of the sleep sack. Gradually I was secured to a frame or something, restricting my movement almost completely. I felt the front zip of the sack open, my rubber cod piece pulled off and my cock pulled out. Moments later the CB2000 was unlocked and removed, quickly followed by my cock getting raging hard! At last I was going to get some relief, something that had been denied me remotely by Master Simon for 5 days now. My cock was being lubed then I felt a sensation of a catheter being inserted and a ring being forced over the head of my cock. Next my balls where yanked down and a clamp fixed around them. My lower back was unzipped and pads stuck onto my buttocks and the small box slipped in there at the club removed and I was then zipped up again. I now knew what was happening, I was being set up for a more intensive electro session, confirmed as I felt the tit zips opened and clamps fitted.
I became aware of familiar smell of poppers, faint at first but soon increasing to a heavy and continuous dose from something like an aroma soaked cotton ball placed in my gas mask tube. My body gently relaxed under the influence of the poppers just as the electrodes started to torment my cock, balls, ass and tits. The stimulus made my whole body jolt as the electrical pulse passed up and down my body. The intensity increased several times to the point where I was screaming for mercy into my gag but to no avail, there was no let up. The poppers came again giving some slight relief as fought against my restraints trying to get away from this amazing sensation. When would it end? I was now regretting agreeing not to use a stop word, but that didn’t prevent me begging through my gag and gas mask. I concluded that either no one could understand me, or worse, I had been left alone to suffer!
The electro torture continued far beyond what I thought my limit was. I began to understand now what it really felt like to be under the control of a master, something I particularly wanted. I continued to struggle and was now sweating heavily causing the rubber in contact with every part of my skin slip and slide over my body very sensually. I realized that there would be no let up until Master Simon decided, and I was no longer able to influence my future. I cant imagine how long this went on for, but for the first time in my quite considerable experience of SM, I completely accepted the power of my master over me and began to take pleasure from what I presumed was his enjoyment in my suffering.
Eventually, the program was changed and the intensity reduced to a level that normally would be quite intense, but after what I had endured was very horny. At the same time my position was altered so I was suspended on my front at an angle of about 30 degrees to horizontal. I felt my gas mask hood being unzipped, the removed. The gag was deflated and the second hood removed. I should have become aware of my surroundings for the first time, but the sweat inside my inner hood was running into my eyes. I heard Master Simon ask ‘Enjoying your holiday boy?”. “Er, Yes Si..” was all I got out before his rock hard cock was thrust into my mouth. Still high on poppers I was again treated to his almost perfect rhythm of fucking my face, allowing me to catch my breath between thrusts, but more I expect to do with him taking pleasure from this orifice of mine. I felt my ass being unzipped, the plug was pulled out and quickly replaced by another hard cock which started pumping in time to the one in my throat. Was this to be my future, restrained, being spit roasted and electro tortured in an unknown dungeon? I hoped so!.
I was wondering where the third guy was when I felt the electrodes on my cock being removed and it was sucked into a willing mouth. The experience was unbelievable being allowed gratification while being used for the pleasure of two others while restrained. I am not sure who came first, but I must have shot half a pint of cum down the throat of the guy on my cock.
I was exhausted, and just like every other time I had cum, I now wanted out of my restraints and rubber cocoon, but before I was able to ask for release, the hood and gag were re-fitted and I realized that I was to be staying like this for a while to come. The tit clamps were removed, I was zipped up front and back again, then rolled over so I was now suspended on my back. “time for your drink boy” I heard a voice say as I liquid was fed through the gag into my mouth. It tasted ok, I think it must have been an isotonic drink, just what I needed right now. The liquid kept coming, forcing me to drink. I had been fed like this before so knew I could stop the flow by pressing my tong into the hole in the gag to allow me breath and digest my food. Eventually the drink was all gone, and I lay there alone with only my thoughts. I was in a new mind set of a compliant creature committed only to my masters pleasure, I was relaxed and content being exactly where I wanted to be at this point in my life, and despite the uncomfortable conditions I was being held in and soon drifted off to sleep.
I woke several times during the night, wriggled to try to release myself and called out to anyone within ear shot for release. All to no avail, I was held securely and if there was anyone nearby, they were ignoring me. This was the first time I had been kept all night in a rubber sleep sack, I say kept as I didn’t fell like I got much rest, let alone sleep. Sleep I must have though, since at some time I was awoken by a bolt of electro stimulation in my balls and buttocks from the electrodes still in place. Nothing like the experience from last night, but I was fully awake in no time and again being frustrated by my predicament when I heard Master Simon’s voice again. “your first lesson is to learn not to complain, so the sooner you learn to shut up the better”
I was lifted back to the vertical, the gas mask hood re-fitted and almost immediately the poppers were back. As they took affect, I felt the electrodes being applied to my still stiff cock and pierced tits again and then the plug re-inserted into my ass hole. I so wanted to keep silent, but the distress of the stimulation from the electrodes soon had me screaming in agony. “didn’t you hear me boy” Master Simon shouted “you will be silent”. With this I felt the business end of a whip strike my buttocks bringing me to my senses immediately. Some how I had to control my reaction, so I bit hard on the gag and suck in the calming vapors from the poppers and tried desperately to obey. This was the hardest thing I could remember, accepting the continuous suffering from the electro torture and the sharp pain from the whip each time it struck. I realized that the sooner I obeyed master’s order to suffer in silence, the sooner I would be spared this anguish, so concentrated on controlling myself.
The suffering went on and on, but gradually the throbbing of the electro stimulation becoming more acceptable, and the sting from the whip was almost pleasurable coming randomly over my ass, back, legs and chest. I could sense my screams had subsided to grunts and whimpers, which if I could control them enough, perhaps master would not be able to hear me through the gag, hoods and gas mask. There was still no let up from my treatment, but I was determined not to fail this first test, and called on every bit of self control to overcome this ordeal, eventually resulting in being spared the whip, then my electro control box being turned down and ultimately off. I was turning into a willing recipient of my masters sadistic actions and despite the soreness was enjoying every minute. I was left hanging for some while longer before I heard Master Simons voice “that’s better boy, you should remember this lesson, as I will not tolerate any relapse”.
I must have been in my rubber suit for about 15 hours by now, and over 12 of them in this sleep sack bondage and 2 or 3 hours subjected to electro torment. Fortunately Master Simon had decided to allow me some relief for now as he had lots of plans for later. I was lowered until I my feet took my weight, the electrodes and plug were removed, restraints loosened, gas mask, gag hood removed and the long rear zip opened. I was helped out of the sack, weak from my ordeal and allowed to sit on chair. I stayed there for some while taking in my surroundings through the pepper pot eyes of my hood. As I had expected I was in a dark dungeon, with a number of mirrors on walls and the ceiling, a huge range of implements stored around the perimeter and a daunting amount of equipment around and about.
I was helped from the chair, still shaky on my feet after all the poppers and the confinement of the sack and lead to a large bathroom. “you have one hour to have a piss, douche out your ass hole, clean yourself and that suit up and get back into your rubber ready for its next outing”. My collar was unlocked and the guy left, locking the door from the outside behind him.
I slipped the hood part of my suit off and sat down on the toilet while my eyes adjusted to the relatively bright light. I had a piss while I contemplated how I should do this. I decided that I would relax in bath, then could wash out my rubber suit in the luke warm water once I had finished. While the bath was running I undressed and noticed a web cam in the corner of the room and a big sign on the wall ‘Don’t try to cum, your cock belongs to me…Master Simon’. I got into the bath and after relaxing for a while, washed myself and shaved all over. I cleaned out my rubber suit and hung it up to drip dry while I brushed my teeth. I douched out my arse, then went back and dried the suit with a towel. I found some latex polish and talc and prepared the suit as instructed, and put it back on. Once again put on my 20 hole DMs and collar. I glanced in the mirror thinking, you sexy thing, admiring myself and noticing my cock hardening under the rubber. The door opened, a hand reached in and attached a lead and I was pulled out of the door.
I was taken back to the dungeon and told to sit on a rimming stool. The guy with me went over to a shelf and got down a leather doggie hood, then proceeded to put it on me. Next the mitts were pushed on requiring me to make a fist before they could be pulled on completely and locked. I was encouraged to put my arms out straight in front so the arm binders could be laced on meaning I could no longer bend my elbows. I was moved off the stool and pushed down onto all fours, then my ass zip was undone and the tail inserted. Lastly the guy brought over a pair of special Bermuda shorts, complete with knee pads and cock and ball sheath. With some difficultly they were worked over my boots, up my thighs and over my tail. They were well lubed inside, but it was still struggle to get my cock and balls into the sheath. I quickly realized how special these shorts were as it was now all but impossible to straighten my legs now. The guy fiddled around with something in a pouch on the belt of the shorts before declaring “that’s it boy, your ready to meet your master”
MY INSTRUCTIONS WERE VERY EXPLICIT - PART 1
My instructions were very explicit, I was to be at an SM club by 10pm and wait to be collected by a master by the name of Simon. I was to be in rubber and after an evening amusing him and his friends at the club, would be leaving with him.
I had been chatting with my Master Simon on the internet for about 3 months and as the time for me to submit to him approached, I felt I had already given my sole over to him by revealing my feelings and deepest desires. My first act of submission had been to have my nipples, septum and tongue pierced to match my PA. My routine outside of work was changed to concentrate on physical improvement and mental preparation our meeting. I was put on a high protein, low fat diet, had a vigorous exercise routine set and of course my sexual relief restricted. I was instructed to install web cams in each room in my flat so Master Simon could observe me via my computer when ever he wanted.
The Friday evening came, and after arriving home from work tidied up my flat and prepared myself for my 2 weeks holiday. Master Simon told me to pack my leather jeans, chaps and shirt in a black leather ruck sack. I would not need anything else.
I showered, douched my arse and shaved my entire body. I took a look in the mirror and thought to myself that although I was in pretty good shape at the outset, after 10 weeks under the instruction Master Simon, my body form was now fantastic. Before leaving the bathroom, and with some difficulty, I worked my semi hard cock into the CB2000 I had been ordered to wear. A cold shiver came over me as I picked up the first padlock my new master had sent me, but after only a moment clicked it shut. That was it, if I didn’t go through with this now, I would have to get the tool box out to release myself.
My rubber suit was laid out on the bed, shinning from the work I had put in earlier and ready lubricated to take my smooth form. The suit had a full length rear zip, cock hole & cod piece, attached gloves, socks and an integral hood with mouth, nose holes and pepper pot eyes. I slipped into the thick rubber suit stopping short of pulling the hood over my head. I took the plug, specially bought for the occasion, lubed it up and gently worked it into my arse. The master had specified the plug, which was bigger than I would have chosen for being in place for what I expected to be a long time, but those were his orders.
I was on the final lap of my preparations as I laced up my 20 hole DMs, put on my black hooded top, black nylon over trousers and leather jacket. This concealed enough of my rubber covered figure for the journey by bus to the club. That was it, I was ready. I took £10 for the bus and entry into the club, my front door key, ruck sack with my leather gear in and I left for my fait. My mind was racing as to what I was just about to experience.
I arrived at the club, took off my over cloths and checked them with my bag, mentioning to the guys on the desk that I was planning to leave with my master so he should expect someone else to collect my gear. To my surprise, the guy asked “are you Joe?”, “yes” I said, he replied “Simon is already here waiting. Have fun boy”. I pulled the hood over my head, fitted the collar and locked it shut then went in. It was just about 10:00pm and the place wasn’t that busy, so I bought a bottle of water with the change I had left as my mouth was dry with the expectation of what was to come.
I wandered away from the bar towards the darker area where I had been told to wait for Master Simon. I had been told not to look straight at any of the guys there, but fortunately I was the only guy in full rubber with red laced DMs and a studded, locked collar so was confident that Simon would spot me straight away. I found the corner that had been described behind three oil drums, and stood facing the wall with feet apart, head bowed and hands crossed at the wrists behind my back ready to be cuffed. I suppose I stood like that for about ten minutes when a guy approached, reached round and grabbed my chastity encased cock at the same time as sticking two leather clad fingers in my mouth and pulling my head back and pressing his body against mine. “Your being here tells me that you are ready to submit to me”. It was Master Simon.
He spun me around, shoved me into the corner and before I knew what had happened felt hand cuffs being locked onto my wrists. He whispered in my ear, “Simon says suck my cock“ and pushed me down onto my knees. He unzipped his leather jeans and pulled out his semi hard cock. I opened my mouth and took the business end of his 8 inches and started to work at hardening him up. I smelled poppers held under my nose, took a couple of deep breathes then as they took effect his now hard cock deep was making its way into my throat. This was great, I was in full rubber, hands cuffed behind my back with my new master’s cock being forced down my throat in the corner of an SM club. He stated forcing his cock deeper by rocking me and forth with both hands around my head. The rhythm gave just enough time between thrusts for me to catch a breath and every few minutes he slowed and more poppers were fed too me. This carried on for what seemed like ages, It felt fabulous with the rhythm being just perfect, then I felt his cock harden and his cum pumped out straight into my stomach. He held his cock down my throat just long enough for me to realize he was in control now, then he slowly pulled out allowing me to breath again.
I stayed on my knees for a few minutes while my master put his magnificent cock away, then realized he had attached a lead to my collar. He helped me to my feet and leads me across to an alcove where he sat next to two other guys in full leather. “Get down and lick my boots boy” was his instruction, “Yes Sir” and I immediately dropped to my knees to comply. They were gleaming DMs, but I licked furiously to please Master. I could hear the three guys asking Simon about me. “This is a new one that I have just got, want to help me break him in?”. “Yeah” came two replies, “I suppose we had better get started then”. With that one of the guys took the lead from Simon and pulled my hooded face into his crouch. I was lifted off my knees by the other guy and but bent over and legs spread. My mouth being introduced to Gary’s cock as my arse zip was being undone. I got a good dose of poppers as my plug was pulled out and replaced by Bills cock. I was to be spit roasted, and after a good 10 minutes of huffing and puffing from these two guys, they came within less than a minute of each other. Gary made me lick his cock clean while bill replaced my plug. It felt different, not quite as big and harder than the rubber plug I had been wearing. I felt a small box being slid up my back inside my rubber suit just before I was zipped up. As I realized what this was, I felt a slight tingle that confirmed it was an electro plug!
Almost simultaneously, another rubber hood was being forced over my head, this time with no eyes and a gag. I soon realized that it was an inflatable gag as it filled my mouth, but was relieved to discover it had a breathing tube through the middle. The tingle in my arse intensified all of a sudden to a deep throb and I my senses dulled as I got a good whiff of poppers and was forced to my knees again.
I couldn’t believe it, here I was, a rubber slave in an SM club, cuffed, blind, gagged and plugged, having sucked two cock to climax and taken another guys cum up my arse and being played with by three guys that I didn’t know. Fantastic!
I was turned around, now with my back to the bench I had last seen Simon sitting on and a pair of legs wrapped around me. I felt the zippers over my tits being opened and my recently pierced tits were pulled out one of these guys started working on them. Another dose of poppers, the intensity on the electro plug increased as I writhed around between a powerful set of thighs with my cock now trying to burst out of its CB2000 enclosure. I was screaming into the gag with a feeling of near utopia unable to escape and subjected to successive amounts of poppers, absolute bliss.
What seemed like an age, but was probably about 15 minutes, the poppers wore off, the electro gently declined ad the tit work stopped. I was pushed down, still on my knees but bent over now as I realized I was to be used as a foot stool. There I stayed for a while longer when suddenly it was time to leave. I felt a hand reach into the top of my right boot where my bag check token was, then I was pulled up to a standing position by my lead. Two of the guys took me by the arms and frog marched me off. Suddenly the music got quieter as we moved out into the lobby, then I felt the cool air around my rubber form as I was taken out of the door. This was quite welcome as I had been sweating a lot over the last hour or so. They had taken me out of the fire exit, although I had no idea of knowing at the time with my hoods in place, then was bundled face down onto the floor of what I assume was a van. The cuffs were removed my arms were guided into some sleeves as I realized this was a rubber sleep sack. I was zipped in without delay and felt yet another hood being pulled over my head and zipped at the back. The noise from my breathing became the most significant sound I could hear as I realized the last hood had a gas mask attached. I was rolled over onto my back and felt some straps being applied. With three layers of rubber encasing my head now, I didn’t hear the engine start, but just felt the movement as the van pulled away.
What had I done? I had been taken from a relatively public place and was on my way to an unknown fate. How did I feel? Well strangely I felt warm, safe and secure with only my imagination to keep me company. After a while I could tell that the van was now out of town and on a motorway. I had lost all sense of time or direction long ago and was unable to do anything except wait with my senses severely restricted. The only distraction I had was my electro plug which had been set on random soon after I had been put in the sleep sack.
Eventually the van stopped and I felt the straps that had held me secure for the journey loosen, and I was pulled out horizontally onto a board which I assume was mounted on a trolley. My captors wheeled me away and I felt the warmth of what would be my prison for the foreseeable future. I was attached to a winch as I felt myself being smoothly lifted until I was suspended still in my sleep sack. There I was left, with no idea where I was or if anyone was still with me.
I had been chatting with my Master Simon on the internet for about 3 months and as the time for me to submit to him approached, I felt I had already given my sole over to him by revealing my feelings and deepest desires. My first act of submission had been to have my nipples, septum and tongue pierced to match my PA. My routine outside of work was changed to concentrate on physical improvement and mental preparation our meeting. I was put on a high protein, low fat diet, had a vigorous exercise routine set and of course my sexual relief restricted. I was instructed to install web cams in each room in my flat so Master Simon could observe me via my computer when ever he wanted.
The Friday evening came, and after arriving home from work tidied up my flat and prepared myself for my 2 weeks holiday. Master Simon told me to pack my leather jeans, chaps and shirt in a black leather ruck sack. I would not need anything else.
I showered, douched my arse and shaved my entire body. I took a look in the mirror and thought to myself that although I was in pretty good shape at the outset, after 10 weeks under the instruction Master Simon, my body form was now fantastic. Before leaving the bathroom, and with some difficulty, I worked my semi hard cock into the CB2000 I had been ordered to wear. A cold shiver came over me as I picked up the first padlock my new master had sent me, but after only a moment clicked it shut. That was it, if I didn’t go through with this now, I would have to get the tool box out to release myself.
My rubber suit was laid out on the bed, shinning from the work I had put in earlier and ready lubricated to take my smooth form. The suit had a full length rear zip, cock hole & cod piece, attached gloves, socks and an integral hood with mouth, nose holes and pepper pot eyes. I slipped into the thick rubber suit stopping short of pulling the hood over my head. I took the plug, specially bought for the occasion, lubed it up and gently worked it into my arse. The master had specified the plug, which was bigger than I would have chosen for being in place for what I expected to be a long time, but those were his orders.
I was on the final lap of my preparations as I laced up my 20 hole DMs, put on my black hooded top, black nylon over trousers and leather jacket. This concealed enough of my rubber covered figure for the journey by bus to the club. That was it, I was ready. I took £10 for the bus and entry into the club, my front door key, ruck sack with my leather gear in and I left for my fait. My mind was racing as to what I was just about to experience.
I arrived at the club, took off my over cloths and checked them with my bag, mentioning to the guys on the desk that I was planning to leave with my master so he should expect someone else to collect my gear. To my surprise, the guy asked “are you Joe?”, “yes” I said, he replied “Simon is already here waiting. Have fun boy”. I pulled the hood over my head, fitted the collar and locked it shut then went in. It was just about 10:00pm and the place wasn’t that busy, so I bought a bottle of water with the change I had left as my mouth was dry with the expectation of what was to come.
I wandered away from the bar towards the darker area where I had been told to wait for Master Simon. I had been told not to look straight at any of the guys there, but fortunately I was the only guy in full rubber with red laced DMs and a studded, locked collar so was confident that Simon would spot me straight away. I found the corner that had been described behind three oil drums, and stood facing the wall with feet apart, head bowed and hands crossed at the wrists behind my back ready to be cuffed. I suppose I stood like that for about ten minutes when a guy approached, reached round and grabbed my chastity encased cock at the same time as sticking two leather clad fingers in my mouth and pulling my head back and pressing his body against mine. “Your being here tells me that you are ready to submit to me”. It was Master Simon.
He spun me around, shoved me into the corner and before I knew what had happened felt hand cuffs being locked onto my wrists. He whispered in my ear, “Simon says suck my cock“ and pushed me down onto my knees. He unzipped his leather jeans and pulled out his semi hard cock. I opened my mouth and took the business end of his 8 inches and started to work at hardening him up. I smelled poppers held under my nose, took a couple of deep breathes then as they took effect his now hard cock deep was making its way into my throat. This was great, I was in full rubber, hands cuffed behind my back with my new master’s cock being forced down my throat in the corner of an SM club. He stated forcing his cock deeper by rocking me and forth with both hands around my head. The rhythm gave just enough time between thrusts for me to catch a breath and every few minutes he slowed and more poppers were fed too me. This carried on for what seemed like ages, It felt fabulous with the rhythm being just perfect, then I felt his cock harden and his cum pumped out straight into my stomach. He held his cock down my throat just long enough for me to realize he was in control now, then he slowly pulled out allowing me to breath again.
I stayed on my knees for a few minutes while my master put his magnificent cock away, then realized he had attached a lead to my collar. He helped me to my feet and leads me across to an alcove where he sat next to two other guys in full leather. “Get down and lick my boots boy” was his instruction, “Yes Sir” and I immediately dropped to my knees to comply. They were gleaming DMs, but I licked furiously to please Master. I could hear the three guys asking Simon about me. “This is a new one that I have just got, want to help me break him in?”. “Yeah” came two replies, “I suppose we had better get started then”. With that one of the guys took the lead from Simon and pulled my hooded face into his crouch. I was lifted off my knees by the other guy and but bent over and legs spread. My mouth being introduced to Gary’s cock as my arse zip was being undone. I got a good dose of poppers as my plug was pulled out and replaced by Bills cock. I was to be spit roasted, and after a good 10 minutes of huffing and puffing from these two guys, they came within less than a minute of each other. Gary made me lick his cock clean while bill replaced my plug. It felt different, not quite as big and harder than the rubber plug I had been wearing. I felt a small box being slid up my back inside my rubber suit just before I was zipped up. As I realized what this was, I felt a slight tingle that confirmed it was an electro plug!
Almost simultaneously, another rubber hood was being forced over my head, this time with no eyes and a gag. I soon realized that it was an inflatable gag as it filled my mouth, but was relieved to discover it had a breathing tube through the middle. The tingle in my arse intensified all of a sudden to a deep throb and I my senses dulled as I got a good whiff of poppers and was forced to my knees again.
I couldn’t believe it, here I was, a rubber slave in an SM club, cuffed, blind, gagged and plugged, having sucked two cock to climax and taken another guys cum up my arse and being played with by three guys that I didn’t know. Fantastic!
I was turned around, now with my back to the bench I had last seen Simon sitting on and a pair of legs wrapped around me. I felt the zippers over my tits being opened and my recently pierced tits were pulled out one of these guys started working on them. Another dose of poppers, the intensity on the electro plug increased as I writhed around between a powerful set of thighs with my cock now trying to burst out of its CB2000 enclosure. I was screaming into the gag with a feeling of near utopia unable to escape and subjected to successive amounts of poppers, absolute bliss.
What seemed like an age, but was probably about 15 minutes, the poppers wore off, the electro gently declined ad the tit work stopped. I was pushed down, still on my knees but bent over now as I realized I was to be used as a foot stool. There I stayed for a while longer when suddenly it was time to leave. I felt a hand reach into the top of my right boot where my bag check token was, then I was pulled up to a standing position by my lead. Two of the guys took me by the arms and frog marched me off. Suddenly the music got quieter as we moved out into the lobby, then I felt the cool air around my rubber form as I was taken out of the door. This was quite welcome as I had been sweating a lot over the last hour or so. They had taken me out of the fire exit, although I had no idea of knowing at the time with my hoods in place, then was bundled face down onto the floor of what I assume was a van. The cuffs were removed my arms were guided into some sleeves as I realized this was a rubber sleep sack. I was zipped in without delay and felt yet another hood being pulled over my head and zipped at the back. The noise from my breathing became the most significant sound I could hear as I realized the last hood had a gas mask attached. I was rolled over onto my back and felt some straps being applied. With three layers of rubber encasing my head now, I didn’t hear the engine start, but just felt the movement as the van pulled away.
What had I done? I had been taken from a relatively public place and was on my way to an unknown fate. How did I feel? Well strangely I felt warm, safe and secure with only my imagination to keep me company. After a while I could tell that the van was now out of town and on a motorway. I had lost all sense of time or direction long ago and was unable to do anything except wait with my senses severely restricted. The only distraction I had was my electro plug which had been set on random soon after I had been put in the sleep sack.
Eventually the van stopped and I felt the straps that had held me secure for the journey loosen, and I was pulled out horizontally onto a board which I assume was mounted on a trolley. My captors wheeled me away and I felt the warmth of what would be my prison for the foreseeable future. I was attached to a winch as I felt myself being smoothly lifted until I was suspended still in my sleep sack. There I was left, with no idea where I was or if anyone was still with me.
NYC TONIGHT - 12/16 - LOAD
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SKIN BAIT
Ah fuck, what the hell did I get myself into this time? My arms, back, ass, mouth, cock, hell, every fucking thing is sore. I'm naked on my back in an empty store. I turn to my side and rub sleep from my green eyes. I'm staring at what's left of my shirt; it's ripped to shreds. I look for my green bomber jacket and boots. I can't find them, fuck. My head hurts. I slowly try to sit up, but the room spins. I fall back down onto the cold stone floor and welcome sweet oblivion.
Saturday night brings out all of the punks and skins to Second Street in my hometown of Pomona, California. The Glass House is packed as my favorite Oi/Punk band takes the stage. I go nuts in the pit as hot young sweaty bodies collided into me and I collided into them. A Skinhead in tight jeans, Gripfast Boots, and just a white wife beater keeps running into me. He slaps my shaved head, which turns me on. We lock eyes and I can tell that he is gay. He licks his chops and eye balls me like I'm a big juicy steak. He locks on to me and we join arms. Arms locked over our shoulder we steam roll the pit knocking punks and skins aside. I've got a huge grin on my face as we knock the shit out of everyone. I glance down at his crotch and notice that his bleached jeans can barely contain him. I'm close enough to smell his pits. Fuck! They smell good. It's the sweet smell of fresh young sweat, faint traces of cheap soap and the musk of a teenager that doesn't shower that often. It drives me wild. I break out of his grasp and we beat the shit out of each other as the band plays on.
After the show, I'm hanging across the street on the grassy knoll with the other locals. I'm smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer that I hide in my jacket between gulps. My homeboy, a punk in a studded leather jacket with green sleeves, asks whoÔs the Skin that's standing in front of us. I recognize him from the pit; his thin fit body is covered with sweat. He asks us to score him some beer. I jump up and offer to buy it for him and homeboy whispers to me that he might be a narc. I tell him it's cool, he's straight and I want some Skin to Skin action. He backs off and goes to make out with his girl friend. I get up and lead the young Skin south on Thomas Street and west on 3rd.
When we get out of sight of the crowds and down 3rd I push him against a wall of a closed down store and kiss him. He is surprised, but he wraps his smooth white arms around me. I move my hands all over his body end with them on his tight firm ass, as we push our tongues down each others throats and taste each other. "Well what do we have here? Two fucking faggots," bellows a large black skin. I release my new found skin boy and look up at the source of the voice. There are six of them both skinhead and punks. Their braces are down while they have their fists up. Fuck, they're six of them and two of us. Damn if we were at the knoll it would be twenty to six not counting the fresh cuts. Fuck, if my home boys were here, fuck it I've been beat up before. I gently push my Skin Boy behind me and raise my fists. The six bashers spread out and form a half circle around us. I get into a fighter's stance, while my muscles bulge and tense up. I tell my Skin Boy to run he doesn't move. I whisper to him that I'll hold them off, so he can escape and get my pack at the knoll. I turn and stare each basher in the face. A fist slams into the back of my head knocking me to the ground. Boots kick my head and I'm out.
"Get up bitch, Danny boy, you did good. You got us one nice piece of ass." I'm dazed, but the hand on my ass brings back everything. I try to spring up, but I'm shoved down. "Bitch you ain't going nowhere. Shut up, bitch!"
"Yeah, fucker you belong to the East Gay OC Skins now." Continue reading here...
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