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I’ve posted this before. This is such a hot story, though!

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I wish I could find a controlling Dom like this!

I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

He picked up the XL long and thick butt plug that was already lubed up and starts sliding it into my ass. My ass starts to protest and resist, but steady pressure starts to win.

“Good boy” is all I hear and that’s all my brain needs to release the resistance, and I feel the plug slide home.

“FUCKING HELL” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, get those words out now, you won’t be able to very soon.” He says with that grin on his face as he stands me up. He holds open the front of the prelubed black rubber catsuit and I slide one and then two legs inside. Feeling the rubber encase my muscled calves and quads and then sliding over my hips. He steps behind me and helps guide my arms into the sleeves. As he pulls the zippers up the front it pulls the ass even tighter shoving that giant monster deeper into my ass. My cock is rock hard in the front of the catsuit, and he maneuvers the extra zippers so they are right over my crotch. My lizard brain takes over and my hips press forward trying to get the slightest bit of attention to my aching cock, but he has other plans and immediately moves his hands to start the next stage. Picking up the thigh high rubber wader boots he helps guide my legs into them, and then coming down to the floor he adds a locking ankle restraint around each, and adds a small padlock to both. Now the waders won’t be able to come off without a key…. something tells me those will be there a while.

“Don’t worry, I left them just loose enough so that your feet wont feel left out later, but tight enough that they are stuck. Now for the rest.”

Next he grabs the rubber fist mitts and guides one onto each of my hands holding them in a tight useless ball. Then comes the locking wrist restraints for each wrist now successfully holding the fist mitts in place once the padlocks close.

Fuck me – that’s four padlocks now….

Coming in front of me he adds a steel cable collar around my neck and as he padlocks it closed he runs the lock through the top zipper holding the catsuit closed.

That’s five…

“How’s that feeling toy?” He asks as he gently presses on the back of my ass causing the plug to invade deeper.

“UGGGHHHHUUUUU – Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR!” I respond, mustering all my strength not to collapse in a puddle from the pleasure in my hole.

Without missing a beat the urinal hood with built in gag is next. He slides the gag home which now holds my mouth permanently open, and works the THICK rubber over my head and then pulls the zipper down the back. This thick rubber hood encloses my head completely. Dark tinted lenses cover the eyes severely reducing my ability to see out or anyone’s ability to see in. The thick rubber trough on the front of the hood makes a perfect place for piss or any other liquids to be poured in, and the gag holds the pigs mouth open wide to receive. I hear the distinctive CLICK from behind me as the SIXTH lock is closed.

“MMMPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHH” – I gurgle into the gag realizing just then what my very last words had been…

“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to speak soon…. Did I not?” He says with a sneer.

Kneeling down in front of me he opens the suits extra zippers that are holding my cock back and i think for one glimmering moment he’s going to finally pay some attention to my dick, but looking down I see the rubber glove on his hand and I get nervous…. That never ends well…. What’s going on my dick that he doesn’t want on his hands…. He slowly strokes my cock with the handful of cream and i start groaning in pleasure through the gag. Slowly I start to feel less and less of the stroking so I figure he stopped as suddenly as he started…. I look down and he is still stroking my cock but i can’t feel a damn thing.

“MPHPHPHPPPPPPHHMMPP?!?!?!?!” Is the best i can get out

“Ohhh…. You really didn’t think that this was about you or your cock did you? It will be several hours before that numbing cream wears off. Until then you wont feel a damn thing.” He reaches down and works a condom catheter over my hard cock, puts my cock back into my suit leaving only the tube from the catheter exposed

*CLICK* – Padlock seven closes on the suits’ zippers now locking my numb cock inside my suit.

“I don’t want you making a mess while we are out.” He says as he takes the catheter tube and tapes it in place into the trough of the urinal hood.

He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him and pulls his cock out of his sweaty jockstrap and puts his thick meaty cock in front of my face aimed at the trough and let’s loose a strong stream of coffee piss. I struggle to choke it down knowing that he isn’t going to slow down. Clearing his throat he spits into the trough as the last of the piss flushes down the drain.

“Now lets make this day a little more fun. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re stuck and not getting out of any of this on your own. Time to leave a little bit of your fate to chance. I’m going to roll three dice, the number that shows up will be the minimum duration of your sentence in this suit as a public urinal.”

“MMPPPHHHHPPPPPP” I Grunt and try to tell him i can’t go out like this.

He pulls out three dice and shows them to me, standard 6-sided dice. He shakes them in his hand and then rolls them on the floor in front of me and laughs. I look down and see a 4, 5, and 3.

“Wow…. 12 eh? This will be interesting for sure. Looks like you’re not quiet ready yet though.” He says standing me up, and swiftly locking chains to the wrist and ankle restraints. This quickly take the number of padlocks to 11…

He steps behind me and presses hard and rhythmically on the giant plug in my asshole making me groan into the gag.

No… no no no he won’t….

“I’ll bet that’s already feeling pretty rough in there isn’t it pig?” He says so cold that it sends a shiver through me…. I feel and hear the 12th padlock going thru the suit’s rear zipper locking mechanism and feeling him click it closed. “Don’t worry, that’s not going anywhere.”

“MMMPPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHHH”. I CAN’T HAVE THIS IN ME ALL DAY

“12 locks….” he says as he holds a hand full of keys in front of my face. He picks up the time safe and tosses the handful of keys in and spins the time mechanism to 12:00 hrs and presses the button. “12 hours… I’m going to enjoy this.”

I hear the locking mechanism of the time safe seal the keys inside and I start grunting for dear life into the gag.

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A faggot MUST be controlled.

A Slave’s Diet

There are few limitations to the ideal diet for a slave and given time every Dom/me will find the best solution. If you’re still looking for some inspiration, here’s some ideas about what and how a slave should eat.

1.) A realistic gruel should be something that keeps the slave nourished but is simple enough that preparing it or washing out its bowl won’t distract the slave from its duties for too long. Consider fuelling your car. You want it to run and run well - you don’t ask it how it likes its fuel the best. Any slave-food should also be void of any taste - the reason a slave should eat is hunger, not because its feeling like a gourmet all of a sudden. Keeping it as tasteless as possible might even make the occasional addition of a little cum very welcome. I’m thinking unseasoned scrambled egg and pieces of white bread in a bowl full of water would fit these criteria nicely. 

Another option: Soggy cereals mixed with bits of cooked liver. Or cooked rice put through the blender and then mixed with water. There’s always Soylent, if you’re feeling particularly generous. Maybe you can remember something particularly bland you’ve eaten in your life time and think of ways to rob it even that last bit of taste.

2.) Preferably a slave should eat from a single bowl on the floor, ideally metal because its easy to clean and can’t be confused with a human’s piece of kitchenware. Maybe even write its petname onto it with permanent-marker, just to be sure. Keeping the bowl clean and out of the way of its Master’s feet is obviously part of the slave’s duties.

Its bowl is both for eating and for drinking - seperating solids and fluids is a luxury that has no room in a slave’s life. Both goes into the same stomach. If a slave can’t be bothred to finish its water before dinner-time, its gruel goes into the water. If it doesn’t finish its dinner (and you allow that) the next time it gets water it will be swimming with pieces of gruel. A great way to assure it will get its proteins nevertheless.

The bowl obviously has no business in the cupboard where real people keep their kitchenware or in the dishwasher. A brush, a litte soap (cheap and rationed!) and the hose in the garden should be enough to keep it clean. If the Master’s place doesn’t have a garden (or a hose) or the slave cannot be trusted outside, a cold shower can do it. This way, it cleans two things at once. One benefit of allowing it only one single bowl for which the slave is personally responsible is that it will quickly grow attached to that bowl. It will react strongly if you threaten to take it away as punishment for any light misbehaviour. 

If you’re bored, you might even hide it and when your slave’s mealtime approach it, observe its increasing panic as it looks for its bowl (while trying to hide what it’s doing from you to avoid punishment for its carelessness). It knows that if it doesn’t find its stupid bowl before mealtime is over, it won’t get anything to eat.

For additional fun, put the bowl back before the next mealtime arrives. When the slave wants to continue its search, it will find the bowl exactly where it put it. But it already looked there, right? How can that be? It might even dare asking you for help with its search and you can reveal the bowl exactly where it belongs and chide your slave for its stupidity and show it why it needs a Master. It just can’t get by on its own. A great fun for everyone, right?

Tipp: When eating, I particuarly recommend a small bowl and cuffing the hands of the slave behind its back. That way, the slave has a harder time eating. This will not only make the slave feel more sated in the end, but burying its face deep in the gruel is a nice, disgusting way to reinforce its status. You might even take a picture of its gruel-smeared face and have it make it its phone wallpaper. So adorable! 

Of course, when or whether you allow it to wash off the food from its face is up to you.

3) Food can and should reinforce the slave’s status and the current satisfaction of its Master with its services. There are plenty of good ways to punish a slave via its food - mostly, ruining it with the help of some spices or body fluids of the Master’s choice.

Especially if the slave complains about the lack of taste to its food, a few nice spoons of hot sauce in its food should cheer it up. It better be grateful!

If you feel like your slave didn’t keep up with its cleaning, you might take away its bowl for a while and have it lick its food directly from the floor. You’ll be surprised how motivated your slave suddenly is to keep the floor clean. (Works best for kitchens and bathrooms, not so much for any room with carpet.)

If you feel your slave spends too much time lazing about or you feel it uses its meal-times to postpone its duties, you can apply a time-limit. Estimate or secretly measure the time your slave usually takes to feed - and then cut it in half. 

Watch it eat like a pig, trying to slurp down as much gruel as possible before you take the bowl away. The hurry will even help the slave overcome any hesitations about the food being ‘disgusted’ and help it learn that the taste doesn’t matter as long as it gives the slave the energy to fulfil its duties. To be helpful, you can remind it how many seconds it still has left every once in a while.

You want a task done quickly? Tell your slave to do it after preparing its food. The gruel will taste even worse cold so it’ll hurry with your task to be allowed to eat something warm. Of course, the results of it work still need to pass muster, so it better doesn’t work half-heartedly!

As I said, an easy way to punish your slave is to take away the bowl - and there better be no argument about it! You can do that whenever you want - just get up and remove it or wait until mealtime has arrived and the gruel is in the bowl. Then order your slave to flush it down the toilet.

To make eating additionally difficult for a naughty slave you can do various things:

put your slave in a corset. Eating on your knees with your hands behind your back in a corset? Not easy.

Frozen peas where it will place its knees. Not only is it painful, but your slave won’t miss the irony that the food you use to punish your slave is better than the food it gets to eat.

A blindfold. Better do that outside though. You can even spice that up with an additonal flick from your riding crop when it doesn’t expect it.

I’m a nice person, so I will mention that one advantage of a particularly bland gruel is that the slave will appreciate anything that has a taste even more. You can reward it by adding a flew slices of orange or an apple to its gruel or even allow it a bite from your food for real people. But be sure that it earned such luxury or you spoil it. Tipp: If you have a long-haired slave, the question whether its allowed to tie back its hair or not before eating from its bowl (again, no hands allowed!) is a simple but entertaining form of punishment. Or just entertaining. 4.) Outside food is obviously a problem. Slaves are like animals - the moment you turn your eyes off them, they’ll eat anything put in front of them. And since they go around pretending to be people in their every-day life, they’ll get a lot of it. Cookies at the christmas party at work? Check. They go to the movies with their ‘friends’ and order popcorn. Try your neighbour’s cake when she drops by.

They’re practically stealing food meant for real people - not to mention confusing their own minds with these notions of humanity. The best thing you can do is make sure that your slave thinks twice about taking up any offer

Enforce honesty. The moment it’s at your place it must report anything it has eaten since it last saw you. If that was a long while or your slave has ‘poor memory’ a journal might help. OR: Have it create an Instagram account where it posts pictures of everything it eats. To any other person it will only look like a complete tool but its a great way for you and the world to keep track.

Make a catalogue of punishments for any wrong or unneccessary foods: Making its gruel more water-y for a few days, additional time added to its chastity, a nasty quick flogging before its next meal, washing out its mouth with soap or any of the punishments described above. Be creative. And then: Save the catalogue on your slaves phone so that it will always have it with it. No: “I didn’t know…” or “I wasn’t sure it was on the catalogue!” No excuses. Best make it google docs, so that you can add any new ideas you come up with - your slave better check its catalogue once in a while!

Have your slave write up a list of its favourite foods. Then when it’s finished, you order your slave to pick 3 ingredients from the list that it will from now on claim to be allergic against. It will be forced to recline any offer of foods containing it - it can’t even give in one time, otherwise it’ll look like a liar in front of people it knows. Now you control when and whether it will eat its favourite foods. You might even order it to become vegetarian or vegan to the public.

Order your slave to carry a small bag of salt or hot sauce or any other taste not to its liking around with it. If it can get away with it, it is to ruin its own food- This way it’ll be conditioned to dislike people-food, especially any not served at your place.

Alcohol is a no-go (and you can easily test your slave for it). If anything, it should happily endure the mockery for ordering water at the pub if it means it gets actual clean water that’s not from a little bowl on the floor mixed with gruel and tasting of metal. More than it deserves!

If it can’t control itself, have it wear a corset under its clothes in public - maybe even lock it on. It really helps against hunger!

If your slave can get away with it, it should take any food home with it rather than eat it at work or elsewhere. At home, it can hand its food over to you, an actual person. While it’s eating its portion of gruel you can inform it exactly how delicious the food it brought you is.

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Faggots don’t say no.

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Another excellent story, and what a lucky sub!

Hole in the Wall

“Thank you for waiting, please enjoy your  t-Time.” you stuttered out the last word as you gave them a goodbye nod as the two men walked past after the bouncer waved them in. Soon after the next group of people from the line moved up to take their place, bringing back to the familiar sight of pant belts, and waists obscuring your vision while offering you a slight relief from the chill of the night wind blowing by. That wind also offered a harsh contrast of the warm humid air you felt on your waist and legs.

Like before you steady your breath and repeat the greeting phrase that you have been repeating all night long, “WElcome to the Hole in the Wall…. Erkd, I’m the doormat today….I-i hope you have been doING WH-well. All you could do was smile and nod as you tried to stifle a moan as another load got deposited into your rear, followed by a quick parting slap on the ass before, you assumed, that person left you alone.

That greeting, like the rest of the night, was met with fascinated comments and cooing of the spectacle of you from the guests.

“I cant believe that they can do this.” “It must be illegal.” “Can you imagine what the rest of the inside looks like if this is on the outside?” All you could do was just grin and bear it from having to listen to the same questions yet again as you felt another playful spank on your rear from an unknown hand.

As you were stuck there you mind wandered back to how exactly you got there.

Keep reading

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Clearly, this faggot slave will be kept for a while. Its Master obviously cares for it very much.

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Thank you very much to all Sirs who understand a faggot’s place. Faggots will always come back with head bowed asking for more.

What Do Faggots Really Want?

Faggots desperately want a Man who is willing to take total control.  Faggots don’t want to be asked.  They need to be TOLD.  

As soon as a faggot walks into your home, it wants to feel the firm hand of a Real Man grab it, slap it, and demand it strip.  It wants to be manhandled, groped and molested.  By placing your hand firmly around a faggot’s neck and beginning to squeeze, you immediately take control and get the complete attention of the fag.

A faggot needs to have its cock and balls pulled, slapped and twisted.  Some men prefer to lock their faggot in a chastity device before they use it.  The faggot should immediately understand that its cock and balls exist for the amusement of other Men, not for its own pleasure.

A faggot isn’t looking for a Man who consults with it as to what it wants.  Once a faggot is naked in front of another man, it needs to feel that it has surrendered all power, all decision making, all self-worth.  It is in the hands of a Man and it lives to serve.

When a man decides it is time to fuck a faggot, the faggot needs to feel the power of the Man taking charge and using its ass.  Pounding hard.  Owning the faggot and its ass.  It is the greatest compliment of a faggot’s life to feel the thick cock of a Real Man entering its faggot ass.  The faggot should always be grateful that a Man is willing to spend his valuable time in fucking the faggot’s inferior ass.

Surrendering power is the essential first step.  But to achieve its proper role in life, a faggot needs to experience deep, genuine, intense humiliation.  Constant verbal degradation is key.  Keeping your faggot stripped naked in your presence is a must.  Ordering a faggot to strip and clean your bathroom and home is often useful.  Exposing your faggot in front of other people is very effective.  My favorite way to humiliate a faggot is to fuck it with other men watching, then offer the faggot’s ass for use.  Very little is more degrading to a faggot then having its mouth and ass offered to another man (or several other men) without first consulting the faggot.

When I get done using a faggot, I like to throw its clothes out the door, make it leave naked and then get dressed outside.  It helps emphasize that the faggot serves only one purpose, and when that is done, the faggot is useless.

In the end, faggots need to feel inferior, used, humiliated and ultimately disposable.  They may return to their normal lives when the encounter is done, but while they are naked in front of other men, make them surrender everything, expose everything and accept everything you want to do to them. It is good for the Man, and it is what the faggot desperately needs.  

The faggot will thank you in the end.

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This is a good starting point for a faggot’s contract.

Rules for all slaves

My Masters rules are:

The proper way of things.

i.e the way it will be

As My slave you have no rights; in fact you have nothing at all.

You will take your place in  fully recognizing the truth of My Supremacy, My Superiority and your own lowly status.

You will obey My commands eagerly to the letter without questioning any of them and you will accept My authority and judgment of your servitude. My word is law and My whip is the implement of its enforcement.

You will spend all your waking hours learning to exist exclusively for My pleasure, comfort, and glory and that of all masters .

You will not allow your mind to wander even for a moment from Me and when it is not occupied in My service you will remember that all you do is at My whim and command. Even the basic privileges for you to eat and sleep, are mine to command.

Do not expect to be cared for in the normally accepted meaning. In My world you will be valued for what you are (a slave) provided your servitude is acceptable. Understand that it will never be perfect in My eyes. You are considered nothing more than an object of My property. You will never forget that you, as a slave, are merely My plaything, a work horse and toy existing only for My service, amusement and pleasure. In your role as My slave I need merely to look after your welfare. You will be kept fit for purpose.

From this moment you will be known as “slave”. If there are, at any times, more than one  slave present you will be known as “slave S” or simply “S”.

All of the following rules which are for guidance in your servitude to your superior will apply from henceforth. I will expect absolute adherence to these rules in every detail.

Any failure on your part to follow the rules in every detail will result in punishment administered spontaneously or extended over a period of time determined by me.

       Slave Rules      

applicable to S, slave of

master

RULE 1

I make the rules and can change them and add to them at any time

RULE 2

slave has no entitlement to discuss the rules or question them in any way.

Appearance

RULE 3

Nakedness for a slave is an overt sign that the slave owns nothing. slave will therefore never be permitted clothes in the house unless there are visitors who are unaware of its status and may be embarrassed.

RULE 4

If we have been away from the  home, on return slave will, after any other routine duties, immediately remove its clothes and kneel at my feet to await instructions.

RULE 5

The following (highlighted in red) will be worn at ALL times with the single exception of when passing through airport metal detection equipment.

a stainless steel collar. This will be permanently locked in place.

A thick stainless steel ring around the base of its cock and balls.

a stainless steel chastity device, 24/7/365. This will be locked in place.

stainless steel wrist and ankle cuffs..

Rings piercing Its nipples and penis head.

A chain between its nipple rings.

A heavy steel cock ring-butt plug combination, locked behind its chastity cage.

(This will be worn for periods of up to 12 hours for anal training).

slave will be branded with My initial, such branding to be repeated yearly on its birthday.

slave will have its international slave registry number tattooed  at the back of its neck and on its buttocks.

RULE 6

slave will shower, shave its face, head, under arms and pubic area first thing daily.

RULE 7

slave will keep its whole body free from hair using an electric epilator.

BASIC RULES OF RESPECT

RULE 8

slave will treat all  masters as its superiors.

RULE 9

slave will address Me as ‘Master’ and all other  masters as ’Sir’.

RULE 10

In the presence of  masters slave will be on its knees unless carrying something or performing a task which requires it to stand.

RULE 11

slave’s eyes will be always lowered so that it looks only at its superiors’ feet.

RULE 12

slave will remain silent unless spoken to.

RULE 13

slave will never turn its back on a master.

RULE 14

If slave meets a master anywhere in the house whilst carrying out its duties it will immediately kneel, nose on the floor, until He has passed and is out of sight.

RULE 15

If I or any master enters the space where slave is working it will remain kneeling, position 2 until it is ordered to resume its work or carry out some other command or until I leave.

RULE 16

slave will accord all  masters the same respect as it accords Me

RULE 17

slave will obey all commands from  masters as if directed by Me

RULE 18

slave will beg permission to do anything that is not a direct order from me.

RULE 19

slave will adopt certain postures in different situations as a sign of its submission and respect for its superiors. These postures will be assigned numbers. If slave hears any of these numbers it will immediately adopt the required posture.

Postures.

1 on its knees, nose on the floor, arms straight outstretched towards Master, buttocks raised, thighs spread as wide as possible. This is its normal posture in the presence of any  male.

2 kneeling upright, hands folded tightly in back, shoulders pulled back, chest forward, belly sucked in. knees will be spread as wide as possible (at least 90 deg), head bowed down to chest.

3 as position 2 but with forehead and nose on the floor.  This is a kneeling bow.

4 Buttocks on heels, knees spread as position 2. Hands grasping ankles, hips thrust forwards and upwards, head forced right back.

This is a position for punishment.

5 standing, legs spread as wide as possible, arms folded tightly in back, chest forward, stomach sucked in, head bowed to chin

6 as position 5 but with body bent forward with head level with knees. This is a standing bow.

7 as position 5 but with hands placed on top of head. This is a position for both punishment and inspection.

8 standing, legs spread as wide as possible, body bent forward from waist to grasp ankles.

This is a position for punishment.

9 kneeling as in position 2 but with hands held in front, palms together as in prayer.

This is the supplication position slave will use to beg for permission to speak. slave remains in this position until spoken to.

10 flat on its belly, legs spread wide, arms stretched out towards Master

MOVEMENT AROUND THE HOUSE

Rule 20

Crawling

Crawling on all fours will be its normal method of movement anywhere in the sight of any  male, unless in public view. slave will crawl only with its nose rubbing the floor. slave will be expected to keep pace with Master whether leashed or not

RULE 21

entering My space on its knees.

Slave will enter the room crawling.

It will crawl to a position directly in front of Me,

kneel up in position 2, and then bow.

If carrying an object held it its teeth it will present the object to me.

Finally it will adopt position 1

Rule 22

Entering My space on its feet  

slave will only ever do this if it is carrying an object too large to be carried held between its teeth.

eyes are to be cast down looking only at My feet.

slave will halt in front of me and adopt position 5 then bow..

Once upright it will kneel in position 2, holding the object it is carrying for Me to reach.  

Its arms are to be straight and its head is to be bowed between them.

When I take the object it will remain in position until I click My fingers, if I do so it will adopt position 1.

Rule 23

leaveing My space on its knees

This will be its normal method of leaving My space. slave will crawl backwards until it is about to leave My sight. Bow and then leave the room.

Rule 24

Leaving My space on its feet.

slave will do this only when carrying a large object and it is not possible to crawl.  slave will walk backwards until it is about to disappear from sight.  It will bow and then leave the room.

RULE 25

STANDING BOW

slave will adopt position 5. then bend forward from the waist lowering its head to the height of its knees.  Finally it will adopt position 5 again.

RULE 26

Kneeling bow

slave will adopt position 2, bow to position 3. then adopt position 2.

PUNISHMENTS

RULE 27

slave will be punished for any deviation from the rules. This punishment may be instantaneous or deferred until later at My discretion.

For punishment slave will adopt position according to number given.

RULE 28

The  ‘ONE, TWO, TEN RULE’

For all acts of servitude I will, at any time, assess its performance on a scale from 1 through 10. (10 being perfect).

For each mark below 10 slave will receive a number of strokes of the cane or whip.

How many strokes awarded for each point below 10 will be decided by Me depending on My degree of dissatisfaction with slave’s servitude, the maximum number being 10.

As a guide

For sloppy adoption of any posture :-             1 or 2

For lateness or failing to bow :-                       2 or 3

For incorrect speech :-                                              3 or 4

For inattentiveness whilst serving :-               4 or 5

For unsatisfactory sexual servitude

or actual disobedience :-                               up to 10

However the final number is at My discretion.

Note that these are the number of strokes for each point below 10. Thus the maximum number is 100!

If performance does not improve after the application of this rule the number of strokes will be increased.

When I inform slave of my assessment slave will confirm its acquiescence by performing a kneeling bow and kissing My feet.

slave will offer no excuses and remain silent.

RULE 29

There are no excuses for unsatisfactory performance. slave will offer none.

RULE 30

When I inform slave of any dissatisfaction it will adopt position 2 and bow.

RULE 31

Following punishment slave will perform a kneeling bow twice then, crawl forward and kiss My feet. Then it will adopt position 1

RULE 32

FETCHING AN IMPLIMENT OF PUNISHMENT

slave will carry implement held between its teeth. It will crawl to a position in front of me and adopt position 2, it will bow and crawl forward to present the implement to Me. slave will crawl backwards, bow again and adopt position 1

COMMUNICATION

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acknowledging a command

RULE 33

When I give slave a command slave will acknowledge the command by kneeling up and performing a kneeling bow. It will remain so until I give a signal to obey the command.

It is unlikely that the signal will be anything other than the click of My fingers. However I may add further instructions e.g. ‘you have five minutes’.

slave will then crawl from the room

RULE 34

If standing slave will kneel, bow, and  wait for My signal to obey. slave will then crawl from the room.

RULE 35

Asking permission to speak

slave will adopt position 9 and wait until spoken to.

RULE 36

REPORTING COMPLETION OF TASK SET

slave will adopt position 9.

When spoken to slave will say

‘Master,  slave has completed its task’.

RULE 37

SPEAKING

In response to a question slave will begin every sentence with ‘Master’ or Sir’.

It will never use  the word  ‘you’ or ‘your’.  It will use Master’ or Master’s

It will always refer to itself as ‘slave’.

DUTIES AS WAITER

RULE 38

slave will prepare and cook any meals as directed.

RULE 39

slave will serve all meals at times and in places decided by Me. Menus will be decided by Me.

SERVING REFRESHMENTS

RULE 40

Refreshments are to be served on the small circular tray

slave will stand, position 5 and bow.  It will then kneel in position 2 and hold the tray within My reach. Its head bowed.

it will maintain this position until dismissed.

RULE 41

SERVING AT TABLE

slave will assist each master present to his seat, bowing both before and afterwards.

To serve a dish slave will approach, bow and set the dish down on the table. It will then bow again. When everyone is served slave will kneel in position 2

RULE 42

FILLING GLASSES

If anyone’s glass is empty, slave will stand, bow, refill the glass, bow again and kneel. If the master places his hand over the glass this signifies his wish to have no more. slave will bow and kneel.

RULE 43

REMOVING EMPTY PLATES

slave must pay attention throughout the meal. Empty dishes must be removed immediately everyone has finished the course.

slave will stand, bow, collect the plate, bow again and walks backwards towards the door.

RULE 44

AT THE END OF THE MEAL

When everyone rises from the table, slave will adopt position 3 until all have left the room. slave will then carry out instructions as ordered.

When completed slave will report same to Me.

RULE 45

slave will eat from a bowl on the floor after serving Me and any  masters and after reporting that the kitchen is clean and tidy.

RULE 46

Prepared food will never be reheated for slave to eat.

RULE 47

If slave is permitted to eat with masters it will be on the floor, kneeling or on its belly. It will be attentive to the needs of those at table, i.e., empty plates/glasses etc.

RULE 48

slave will drink only water.

GENERAL RULES.

DOMESTIC DUTIES

I may wish to retain some domestic chores for Myself but any domestic chore will be carried out by slave at my command.

slave will be ready at all times to immediately stop what it is doing and attend to the task he is ordered to do when summoned.

RULE 49

slave will keep the house clean and tidy. It will clean tidy and hoover all spaces at least once per week.

RULE 50

slave will tidy all bedrooms and make all beds on a daily basis.

RULE 51

slave will launder all clothing.

RULE 52

slave will keep my shoes/boots clean at all times

RULE 53

slave will clean any shower or bath after my use.

RULE 54

Discarded clothes in my bedroom are to be carried to laundry crawling with clothes held between slave’s teeth.

RULE 55

slave will iron My clothes and any other masters’ clothes as directed.

MISCELANEOUS DUTIES

RULE 56

slave will light cigarettes for all  masters.

RULE 57

slave will kneel holding ashtray if required

RULE 58

slave will act as table as directed

RULE 59

slave will kneel or stand holding a lamp for any  male.

RULE 60

slave will kneel or stand holding a sunshade for any master in the garden.

RULE 61

slave will act as footstool for any master

RULE 62

slave will lick the boots of any  male on demand

slave has no access to furniture; its position is on the floor.

RULE 64

slave may not use any toilet seat. Those are for the comfort of masters.

ROUTINES

RULE 65

MORNING TEA

slave will bring my morning tea as prescribed at exactly 07,30. Anything more that 30 seconds late will result in punishment.

slave will put the tray down and kiss my feet reverently beneath the bed clothes.  As I awaken slave will adopt position 5 holding the tray.

When I click my fingers slave will bow and serve the tea kneeling at the side of the bed, position 2. slave will wait until I replace the cup onto the tray. It will stand, bow and wait to be dismissed.

RULE 66

BREAKFAST

If I require breakfast in bed slave will serve it at the time stated. Lateness of more than 30 seconds will result in punishment.

Breakfast will be served on a large tray in the same manner as morning tea. slave will pay attention to any changes in My requirements

RULE 67

Whilst I shower slave will set out My clothes as directed

RULE 68

Following My shower or a bath slave will dry My body softly and reverently

RULE 69

slave will run My bath at any time as directed.

RULE 70

slave will soap and rinse My body in the bath

LEAVING THE HOUSE

WHEN I GO OUT

RULE 71

If I am going out slave will fetch the shoes/boots I have specified and wait in the lobby on its knees

RULE 72

slave will assist me with shoes/boots having first kissed each foot.

RULE 73

slave will fetch any coat and other things I require as directed.

RULE 74

After handing them to me slave will kneel position 2, bow and kiss my feet. slave will then adopt position 3  in the lobby until I have left the house and closed the door

WHEN I ARRIVE HOME

RULE 75

I will expect to see slave kneeling in the lobby when I open the door. slave will crawl forward, bow and kiss My boots. It will then kneel in position 3 for instructions.

RULE 76

If slave has been chained up whilst I am out it will perform this gesture at the end of its chain as I approach.

WHEN SLAVE IS PERMITTED TO LEAVE THE HOME (accompanied)

RULE 77

slave will beg Me for clothing which I may direct.

RULE 78

slave will walk one pace behind Me to My left

RULE 79

slave will open all doors for Me and all  masters

RULE 80

slave will carry all object for Me. E.g. shopping, valise etc

RULE 81

slave will never sit in public without permission it will wait for a signal from Me.

RULE 82

slave will never initiate conversation

RULE 83

Unless others can hear slave will use normal forms of address and speech patterns.

RULE 84

In the presence of others slave’s speech will be polite and respectful

When slave is allowed to leave the house (unaccompanied)

RULE 85

slave will beg Me for clothing, which I may direct.

RULE 86

slave will present itself and kiss my feet before leaving

RULE 87

slave will always return on or before the time directed

RULE 88

On its return slave will immediately strip naked and present itself to me, position 1. When I click my fingers slave will kneel, bow and kiss my feet.

WHEN SLAVE IS REQUIRED TO PERFORM TASKS OUTSIDE THE HOUSE REQUIRING CLOTHES.

RULE 89

slave will beg Me for clothing and dress as directed, it will present itself for any final instructions, kiss my feet and exit my space.

RULE 90

If slave has need to ask Me a question in order to complete its task it may do so without removing its clothes. However all other rituals must be observed?

RULE 91

When slave has completed its task it will immediately strip naked, and present itself in the normal fashion.

It will adopt position 9 (supplication). When acknowledged it will adopt position 2 and report on the completion of its task.

DUTIES AS SEX SLAVE

RULE 92

slave will be required to perform any act of sexual servitude to Me and to other masters if directed by me.

RULE 93

slave will submit to anal rape  in acceptance of its status and the sexual dominance of its Master and all other masters.

RULE 94

slave will spread its ass cheeks with its fingers unless its hands are cuffed, as a sign of submission and subjugation to the master’s cock.

RULE 95

slave will thoroughly clean any master’s cock or other device used for anal rape, with its mouth and tongue as soon as permitted .

RULE 96

slave will be required to use its hands and/or tongue when performing massage of any part of Master’ body or that of any master.

RULE 97

slave will be required to offer its mouth or anus for the most intimate service to Me or any master at any time.

RULE 98

After the performance of acts of sexual servitude slave will kneel, bow and kiss the feet of the male who has used him. Such homage to the male form will continue until slave is ordered to the floor. Slave will kneel, bow 3 times and adopt position 1

RULE 99

Acts of sexual servitude will be deemed as completed only when I or any master orders slave to the floor.

The slave accepts everything written above and enters full slave servitude from this moment.

signed……………………………………   slave

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This is really not my typical repost, but this man is everything! 😍 He is perfection, and all faggots should bow down and worship him!

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Faggot slaves do not get a say in who owns them or what happens to them. This is a lucky slave to be owned.

The buyer had agreed on the purchase. Sir (former Sir, now) was upstairs discussing payment and delivery of the merchandise. Meanwhile, downstairs, Slave was beginning to have serious misgivings about this arrangement and wanted out. Unfortunately for him, it was far too late to back out.

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When a faggot identifies as a faggot, it is to be used any way a real man wants.

ALL STRAIGHT MALES CAN FUCKING DO ANYTHING THEY WANT TO FAGGOTS

Consensual non-consent, or CNC, is a term from BDSM. if faggot is selected for sexual use abuse or experimentation, it immediatelys knows it has NO RIGHTS to anything. The Straight Male ruler of fags total power exchange / 24/7 D/s relationships means that the faggot agrees to all decisions and actions of the Dominant Straight male, even in cases where they would normally object or experience discomfort even intense great pain.. The faggot waives their right to make decisions (in some areas designated but the Straight Male or in their entire life). It is an extreme form of power exchange and relies on the Dom understanding that ALL faggots are worthless….. that faggots can and should b brutalized and that the STRAIGHT SUPERIOR MALE has the power to demand things that are dangerous and traumatizing and the faggot has no right to refuse or argue. 

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i spent my holiday abroad, lucky for me it happened to be a rather large fetish event in town while i was staying there, visiting that was pretty much mandatory to me then and i had a good time, met a few interesting people, saw horny stuff. standing with a drink at one of the outdoor bars i got to talk to a guy who seemed nice, we seemed to have a few common interests as we found, then he showed me this picture…

i got hard in an instant and after short time practically begged him to lock me into everything seen on that picture. he seemed cautious looking around a little during my begging but at the end agreed, he had one thing to attend to briefly and would meet me then at the parking lot, right at the exit there.

i went there and after just about 15 minutes a car pulls up with him inside, i enter and 20 minutes later we arrive at his place, a little outside the town, a farm house, not the biggest one but nicely done, he pulls into the garage and closes the garage door, we enter the house from a door inside the garage.

he offered me a drink but alternatively joked if i cannot wait i could just as well get right into it. i had enough beer before so was more interested in getting locked into that horny stuff, so told him i cannot wait to feel it all.

i followed him into the room then, and just as the picture showed everything was laid out there on the bed. a small room, one small closet on the wall, a dim light on the ceiling and that bed, that was all there was.

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After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.

After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about what’s interesting in the area and so on.

After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friends’ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.

He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or he’d bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.

I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said he’d be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.

It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone else’s gear … so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.

Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought I’d love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care… He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.

Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.

Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.

In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.

A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.

He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.

He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was… he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.

He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or …. Anything at all actually…

I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me here….

I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.

I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.

Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.

The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon … I hoped he would tell me soon…

After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released … he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.

He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.

Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.

Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.

I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.

The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what …

At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.

The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except … at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.

At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and … as I was afraid of… back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.

He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.

Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.

Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but …

Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.

He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.

I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.

He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew I’d keep my mouth shut.

He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?

I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?

I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.

We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.

A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.

He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who…

Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so ‘freely’ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.

We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.

I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.

We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.

He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then started…. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item … my passport…. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.

He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, what….?

After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin … he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and … well… you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.

What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course you’ll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when you’re not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, I’ll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.

Then he left into the hut, leaving me immobilized out at the porch. no way to scream, swear, shout, no way to escape, left to my thoughts … what did I get myself into…. time will tell…. and despite being shocked about what just happened, despite being annoyed, angry, upset … my dick kept fighting in his prison, some part of me indeed seemed to like what this future will be … but only some part …

[blatantsub]

When the fag is being annoying, sometimes it needs help being quiet.

[blatantsub]

Master thought the faggot would make a nice party treat. If the faggot starts screaming when it starts to get raped, just sit on its face.

Control. It’s what a faggot needs.

[blatantsub]

Kissing a dominant man’s ass is a special treat. Faggots should relish the experience!

[blatantsub]

AMAZING!!

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