Note: This is a fantasy. I’m not currently looking for more submissives. But you’re welcome to be caught up in the fantasy.
You will be taken. Whether you struggle or surrender, you will feel my grip on you, body and mind.
You will be stripped. Every last scrap of mundane clothing, every last hair, every last preconception and illusion, every sense of self – all go into the purifying fire.
You will be modified. Perhaps I’ll stick with permanent makeup. Maybe I’ll make your skin my canvas and cover you with ornate tattoos, or a crass declaration of my ownership. I might opt for surgeries if you could use to be a little rounder here or there. And piercings, for both chastity and my personal amusement, certainly remain options. But once I’m done, you won’t be able to recognize yourself, and neither will anyone else.
You will be rubberized. A full-body clear latex catsuit – zipless, hooded, gloved, and toe-socked, but with openings for your mouth, eyes, nipples, and ass, is as naked as you will get.
You will be layered. Atop your catsuit, I will dress you in latex gloves and stockings and a proper tightlacing latex corset and a cupless underwire bra and a second hood, all matched and suiting my mood. I might embellish with a bolero and a pencil skirt with a spanking window – must keep the tits and ass available, after all!
You will be helpless. When I’m feeling charitable, you will wear latex bondage mitts and ballet wedges. When I’m feeling less charitable, I will lock a monoglove and stiletto ballet heels onto you. When I’m eager for amusement, I will strap your limbs together. And when I want you to be still, you will be well-locked in steel.
You will be gagged. Usually, I will settle for an appropriately sized ring gag and a rubber bladder to keep your mouth full. Your jaw will ache at first. You will become accustomed to it. Which means I will need to change to a larger gag when I want you to suffer more.
You will be senseless. I shall glue noise-reducing earbuds into your ears, and when I’m not relaying orders to you through them, you will hear the squeaks and moans of rubber sex. When I don’t need you to see, you won’t. I might make you wear a VR headset and play hypnosis videos and latex porn for hours, but most of the time you’ll be blindfolded. You will be intubated to eat – usually, through a long, hollow dildo, so you can practice deepthroating at the same time. I may rubberize your mouth and even run rubber tubes through your sinuses if I think you enjoy the tastes and smells of sex too much. Every sensation, however painful or pleasurable, is mine to give or take.
You will be tortured. I might make a game of it, choosing implements and strokes on rolls of the dice. Or maybe I’ll experiment with new ways to make your nerves scream and your body shake. It won’t be punishment. It will be your passion.
You will be desperate. Chastity devices – on top of chastity piercings or by themselves – will be your endlessly frustrating companion, and I will take full advantage of the situation by making you horny at every opportunity. Perhaps I’ll attach a good, strong vibrator right to the chastity device and see how much agony I can exact before you break. Don’t expect to come unless I want to watch you come. And be careful of what you wish for. When I do want to watch you come, I want to watch for a long time.
You will be slutty. As your mind breaks under the constant overwhelming, I will teach you to embrace your mouth and ass as toys to be played with. You will come to appreciate and worship every bit of flesh pressed against, or pushed into, your greedy suckhole. Your ass will always have something in it. Buttplugs, fingers, dildos, cocks, perhaps even fists in time. And you will come to love it.
You will be displayed. When not in use, expect to be prominently locked up wherever I might be spending my evening. I might use you as furniture, or simply decoration. I’m sure that with the right set of restraints, you’d make a lovely statue, or serving tray, or footstool.
You will be used. Your prime function now is as a fucktoy. Most days, I’ll settle for shoving my toes down your throat until I’m ready to come, then force you to go down on me until I do, then crop your ass before I give it a nice long fucking. Or I might take you to the local dungeon and invite guests to take turns having their way with you. I could even turn a vacation into an orgy, just to see how depraved I can make you be with a little help from some eager friends.
You will be grateful. Your old life is gone. Your identity has been torn away. Your belief in free will for yourself is exposed as a lie. Your last resistance is gone. All that will be left is the hope that you bring pleasure to others. You will cling to that hope, as you cling to my legs when I allow a moment of tenderness. You will want to thank me – if I ever let you speak again.