![]() Your eyes can’t even betray an emotion as the blurred lenses reduce your humanity, but you know even if they could look pleading the drone preparing you wouldn’t be able to comprehend. You try to scream in pain and pleasure as the plug accelerates in size. Your grunts and groans muffled by the gag you breathe deeply as your hole is stretched by the invader. As used to these indignities as your body might be, nothing ever prepares you for the clinical application of plug into your tight hole. A mind of its own, your hole clenches on the sheath still feeling empty while you feel your chastised slave-hood twitch with every squeeze.Īnother slave clad in the black rubber uniform of the household servants approaches and methodically begins the final applications: contact lenses to blur and distort vision to create dependence, ear plugs to dramatically reduce your hearing, and a thick inflatable plug to fill out the empty sheath. The corset and the gag do their job to make the wait entertaining, as each breath demands attention and focus, blocking out mundane distractions like personality or desires. You pledged yourself, and this was your reward.Ī button pressed and you kneel, waiting however long it takes for the remainder of the process. ![]() That last vestige of you, of the old you, the free you, screams for release but you know it will not ever come. Today would not be any different from the harsh docility programmed into your sexuality. A rubber jock, thicker and harder than the rest of the gear, is slipped on covering the needy but useless toy. ![]() You see your cage rhythmically bounce with the pent-up hormones that are forced on you without release. You look in the mirror and a controlled object stares back at you with lustful eyes. *click* with a sound you feel the ability to concentrate on anything else, but the next breath fades away. Next, a strict rubber corset, stretching to your pecs, accentuating your curves, and preventing loose thoughts by restricting your breathing. Tightly, you lock it as well, knowing a loose fit would just mean a more severe punishment. You relax as you pump it up, the phallus lengthening and widening until even your well-trained gag relax is tested. You stare at the inflatable cock, flaccid as it was, and slowly insert it deep in your throat. *click* *click* *click* *click* And now the gag. It would be impossible to remove the suit without the keys, which of course you never had. The control emanating from the gear fills you with butterflies as the collar and cuffs are one by one locked on by the padlocks located on the dresser. Now the rubber cuffs, and the posture collar, holding your neck strictly upright and making it impossible to turn without turning your entire body. No zippers make it harder to escape, and only the hard ring jutting your throbbing cage out to let anyone know this was anything more than just another rubber drone for use. The neck entry nature of the suit allows for a seamless look once you take the time to fit each of your fingers into the attached gloves. With a stifled groan you work the next part of the suit into you, a hard anal sheath keeping you exposed and accessible for the anal play of your Owner’s choice. Disconnected by the suit from the rest of your body, you try to harden only to be defeated again and again by the unrelenting permanent chastity. Fitting your caged member through the hole in the front was your next task, stretching the material and pushing it through exposed…at least as much as it could be in its prison. Your legs gleamed in the light as you pulled the suit up your powdered, muscular frame until your lower half was a sheer black. Your Owner’s fetish for you not experiencing most human contact in the fulfillment of your role meant that no half measure would be taken. Custom fit for your size, each individual toe held in its own enclosure, starting the process of separating skin-on-skin touch. The suit’s attention to detail meant that it fit exactly what was decided that it should be in a slave uniform. His intent was obvious – to make you a gimp. There was no escaping it, no turning back when your Owner presented it. The sleekness of the rubber is what set it apart for you.
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