On a late Friday night in a college dorm, a boy with a small
frame sat snugly underneath his blankets. He was surfing through Tumblr, and occasionally
looked to EBay to see if he could find some cheap gear. For most of his life the boy had struggled to
slip out of his shell, but when he discovered his love of showing off on tumblr
the summer before his sophomore year everything began to change. Where before
he often felt alone, he was now finally making friends.
Well, friends may not be the proper label for them. Admirers
were more accurate. They admired his lithe body, his hairless boy-next-door
looks, and his willingness to show off with just the slightest encouragement.
His followers on Tumblr and Twitter encouraged him to show off. They wantedmore
skin, a hint of a smile, his taut virgin ass. All the attention he never got in
person started showering upon him by the leering online crowds. Anxiety riddled
by day, the boy was becoming a night time star.
Though there was the
occasional creep, most of his fans delighted in each new photoset. As he moved into a single dorm room, he was persuaded
to create a wishlist. Privacy, enabled by the first time away from his pesky
parents, was intoxicating. Once again encouraged by the attention of hundreds
of horny men, each jockstrap and pair of tight briefs he placed on his list was
quickly bought and sent to his door. A hollow acceptance came over him when he
habitually checked his likes and follows. He was liked! He was loved! And while
he was still too afraid that he would scare off fans by showing them his
kinkier side, just the thought of dozens of men every night blowing their loads
to his naked body gave him a submissive thrill. He was a toy for their
pleasure.
As his popularity
increased, his consumption of porn turned racierWith his Likes hidden, he found
thoughts turning to more and more kinkier fantasies. Men bound to chairs and
edged for hours. Boys passed around like party favors. Hypnotized drones
compelled to obey their Masters. Soon, without meaning to, he found himself
calling the older men who messaged him Sir. Most didn’t notice or make any
connections, but some did. A few gifts later he did his first photo set with a
collar and leash, cock hard and straining as he showed himself off to be an
eager puppyslut. A new set of followers came on board as the set made the
rounds.
On his back, legs spread lewdly, with a plug stuffing his
pussy.
80 new followers.
Tongue out, kneeling and looking up at the camera with his
eyes full of need.
92 new followers and a cock and ball ring set by two day
delivery.
A close up of his cock, shiny metal separating his stretched
balls, and a prick dripping pre.
129 new followers ….
including Sir.
It started innocently at first. Predator and prey separated
by a thousand miles. But the boy loved attention. He craved it. And Sir was
perfectly willing to come up with scenarios that made the boy’s heart race and
his dick throb. Thoughts of being not just fucked but used. Written on, slapped around, spanked, eating out of a bowl on
the floor. Ideas pounded at the defenses of the weak boy’s mind each time he
got a message from Sir. Then requests started to come.
«Take a picture of you pissing on yourself. »
«Sleep on the floor tonight, no pillow, just like a puppy. »
«Edge yourself for one hour looking at a slaveboy themed
tumblr. »
Another present came, a very small speedo that clung and
accented his ass.
«Swim tonight. You
need to keep fit.»
The boy didn’t know it, couldn’t know it really, that he was
slowly going under Sir’s spell.
And on that late Friday night, as he browsed eBay for gear,
a message from Sir popped up on Tumblr.
« When’s your birthday?»
For all his nudes, and for all his obscene content that was
now indiscriminatingly floating around on the internet, he had been careful to
use fake names, to use a State next to his own as his location, to give a
different major. All so he could leave a thin wall between his more outgoing
naked self and who he was during the day. He had never given someone anything
close to his birthday, but this Sir had proved so loyal, and so giving, that he
ended up telling him that it was in October and then , impulsively, the exact
date as well. It was two weeks away.
«Good.»
«What would you like for your birthday, puppy?»
The boy was hesitant, but every submissive bone cried out
that of course he wanted to be fucked by Sir, and to be a good boy.
«Of course» Came the reply. «What else?»
“A catsuit,” a voice in his head urgently declared. “You
want a catsuit.”
“You want to be humiliated,” said another desire
“You want to be muzzled,” called out another part of him.
“You want to be Owned.”
The boy couldn’t help it and found himself stroking his hard
cock thinking about what an awesome birthday it would be to be tied down and
played with, edged and spanked and thoroughly enslaved. And so, throwing
caution to the wind he told Sir that he was expecting absolutely nothing but if
he got a catsuit that would make his whole year.
«Heh.» Was the only thing said in response, and the boy
thought nothing more of it.
That is, until his birthday.
The boy’s 19th birthday started off uneventfully. A few
emails from random companies wishing him their best automatic regards, a call
from his parents and a text from his sister were the only reminder he expected
to have that today was his special day. It was surprising then, that upon
returning to his room after class he saw a notification pinned to his door that
he had a package. Certain his parents would have warned him if he were to
receive anything in the mail, his curiosity propelled him to the mail room
where a large cardboard box awaited him. Signing for it, he eagerly bounded
back to his dorm room and tore open the packaging to find a hand-written card and
a neatly folded rubber puppy suit.
Holding it up, the boy could see himself staring into the
deep gleaming shine of the dark suit, mesmerized by the slick texture that
almost caused his hand to glide right off the material. Examining it more
closely, it seemed as if there were no seems, no zipper, no way to even put the
suit on. The hood was unusual as well, with a tinted gas mask style lenses
built into the eyes and a firmness that betrayed that around the eyebrows there
was some sort of extra padding. Small husky shaped ears sat on either side of
the top of the hood, and a long snout protruded where another hood’s mouth and
nose would be, again of a firmer material than normal. The crotch was also completely unique from
the main part of the suit, being firm and unyielding around where his cock
would be with no way to remove the codpiece. On the other side just above the
seat of the suit was an 18” tail, stiffer than the rest of the material except the
codpiece. In moving it, the boy was surprised when the tail seemed to bend in
whatever position he placed it. Finally,
a small band running the full circumference of the neck seemed to be made from
a thicker material like that around the nose forming a built in collar.
Otherwise, the latex was all encompassing, from the tips of his toes and
fingers up to the top of his head. But that didn’t matter if he couldn’t figure
out how to open it up. Going back to the box, he picked up the note and read:
«Happy Birthday Puppytoy,
I have decided to make at least one of your dreams come
true. The suit is a little special and you’ll notice that at the back of the
neck it can be pulled apart with some strength. Strip, step in, and try it out.
I’m sure it will feel unforgettable.
Sir»
Looking back at the suit, the boy picked up the neck piece
and looked for a seam, but couldn’t find it. Confused, he consulted the note
and thought for a bit. There was no guarantee the suit would even fit. The boy
wondered if he should give up and message Sir for more clarification, but inspiration
hit and he took the neck in both hands and attempted to pull the neckhole
apart. With a bit of effort and tugging the surprised boy watched as the suit
opened up right down to the small of the back. Fearing he broke it, he was
similarly delighted when putting the neck piece together the suit appeared to
reconnect like two magnets. Never in his time on tumblr had he ever even heard
of a suit this advanced and he blushed thinking about how expensive it must
have been for Sir.
Shucking his clothes and dropping his briefs to reveal his
hard puppycock,
the boy peeled the suit back once again and tentatively stuck his feet into the
legs. An intense sense of anxious pleasure overwhelmed him as his feet slid
effortlessly into the rubber encasement. The magical feeling of latex was just
too much for the boy and both a moan and a drop of precum escaped him. Losing
any sense of propriety and hesitation, the boy groaned as both feet practically
fell into the rubber socks and his hands flowed straight into the rubber
gloves. A bit of expected frustration, as he pulled the suit almost effortless
to his chest from his iron rod hitting the firm and unyielding codpiece, but
the momentarily discomfort was lost in the ecstasy of rubberization. Grabbing
the hood in his hands he rolled it over top of his skull, and for the first
time saw through the tinted lenses of the catsuit. These weren’t ordinary
pieces of glass, but small led screens feeding him an HD camera view of his
poster filled room. Around his nose, eyebrows, and his mouth he felt a soft gel
like padding that was evidentially the reason for the relative firmness of the
puppy snout and brows. So soft and
pleasurable was this gel that he felt his mouth and eyes relax into the cushion,
experiencing an uncanny relaxation. So relaxed, in fact, that he was taken
aback when the suit sealed itself!
End of Part I
PART II
As anxiety gripped the boy as he realized several things
simultaneously.
1) Although he had
noticed that the material contained absolutely no holes of any kind he became
extremely aware now that he was encased of this terrifying fact.
2) Despite the lack
of any visible way to breathe he seemed to be breathing perfectly fine through
the gel surrounding his nose
3) The suit was
tightening!
A muffled cry of barely audible helplessness tried to fill
the dorm room as the latex started pressing against the boy from all sides.
Dazed for too many precious moments the shocked boy finally and furiously
attempted to remove the hood and peel the suit off but as the suit tightened
his movements became more and more restricted. There was barely any give by the
time he had the realization that the Sir’s suit was about to trap him!
“No, no, no, no” chanted the boy as he felt himself stiffen like a board and fall aimlessly back
into his bed. His struggles and terror preoccupied his mind so much that he didn’t
even notice how much his cramped cock was leaking in realized horny nirvana.
One after the other, though without any way to know how, the suit began phase
two of his rubberization. First, he noticed a slight chemical odor in the “air”
that he was breathing, accompanied by a speedy reduction in his feelings of
fear. The suit’s biometric chip had come online and began enforcing a return to
a normal heart rate. Second, he felt an invasion against his boyhole, insistent
in its relentless nature no amount of squeezing could defend him as he felt it
press in and start filling his tight hole. Another moan unconsciously uttered
as the pleasure of impalement reached up and beyond his prostate. The paralyzed
but compellingly helpless boy could do nothing as his relaxed hole surrendered
to its new rubber Master. Then, at the exact same time, the tinted lenses went
completely dark and Sir’s voice began to softly whisper inside the boy’s ears.
«You are a toy. You are meant to be trained. You are meant
to please. You are meant to serve»
Each breath inhaled imposed more relaxation on the captured
boy and his mind felt completely unprotected for the devastating verbal
assault.
«You will surrender yourself. You will be conditioned. There
is no choice, there is no control. Only obedience. Only submission.»
The feeling of fullness in the boy’s ass started vibrating
and pressing further against his most sensitive spot, coating the inside of the
codpiece with more juice and causing the boy to cry in a not quite orgasmic peak.
«Pleasure comes from service. You will repeat after Me: I am
a toy. I will obey.»
“No, no….so good…” It was so hard to concentrate, the
feelings and sensations indescribable to the inexperienced toy’s mind.
«You will repeat after Me: I am a toy. I will obey.»
Without even thinking, the boy did.
“I am a toy. I will obey,” and a wave of pure bliss rocked
the boy’s consciousness.
«Pleasure comes from surrender. You will repeat after Me: I
will surrender. I will be conditioned»
“I will surrender. I will be conditioned.” As much as he
could, the boy screamed as a joyous euphoria blasted straight from his ass
directly to his brain.
«Pleasure comes from Me. You will repeat after me: There is
no choice. There is no control.»
Well, it’s been a bit since I wrote that, and I’ve had the lovely opportunity of trying out other tapes and materials, so I figured it’s high time I updated my little tutorial.
So, without further adieu, here’s an updated “How to Make an Awesome Tapegag Muzzle Tutorial”, ft. bonus actual muzzle.”
First off, I have to shill Mister S. I can’t seem to find the link on their site right now (I’ve noticed products sometimes vanish from their site and pop back up later; maybe out of stock) but my favorite tape is their bondage tape. Not the reusable rubber strip stuff; this is vinyl tape with adhesive. Think electrical tape, but a bit wider and sliiiightly thinner. Last I bought some rolls, I think they were like 7 or 8 bucks?
Anywhoo, I love the stuff because it has this small little amount of stretch, which is crucial when trying to get a good fit (more in a bit), the adhesive isn’t too strong, nor is it too weak.
First step – get a few strips and cover the lower half of the face and mouth. When applying the strips, make sure to apply pressure downward and stretch it from the mouth outward. Since the tape has a tiny bit of stretch, this makes it sort of “grab” onto the skin a bit better. Do this a few times, overlaying the strips so they cover the lower half of the face.
Step 2 – Apply some strips going under the jaw and up to the cheeks. When applying, go from the center under the chin, upwards.
The goal is to basically “muzzle” the lower half of the face.
Step 3, is getting the top part done. Take a few strips of tape and cut them into smaller, thinner pieces, You want to apply them with pressure going from the bridge of the nose towards the cheeks, and then tape the edges down with strips going over the rest of the muzzle.
If all you’re looking for is a solid muzzle to cover your face, ta-da! You’re done.
However!
The only issue with this is that eventually, sweat and perspiration will weaken the adhesive a bit, especially around the mouth, and the gag ends up dislodging. It’s not really a matter of ‘if’ in my experience, but usually more of a ‘when’.
To counteract that, you’d want a strip going around the face and back of the neck to anchor it down. The problem here, is that neck hairs are a bitch when tape gets on them, and if you’re flexing your neck, tape sometimes has an issue of dislodging and sort of “rolling” and “crinkling”, and if too tight, can cut into the back of the neck and skin.
The next little bonus steps/pieces are uh, not the most aesthetically pleasing, but they are functionally *wonderful*.
Bonus step 4 – take a longer sock, and fold it in half, and slap a long piece of tape over it.
What we wanna do is wrap it around back of the neck as a cushion, so we can wrap tape around.
This serves several purposes. First – tape isn’t getting stuck to the back of the neck or ripping on hair. A+ for comfort. Second, the sock provides some cushion, so you can wrap the tape around the face/neck tightly, and it won’t be cutting into skin. When it comes to kink and bondage, I’d expect people would be rolling their heads a bit, lying on their backs or sides. The sock alleviates any pressure points that thick tape stuck to skin would create.
Step 5 – wrap it around once or twice (or thrice)!
(Also bonus artsy glamour shot!)
Now you’ve got the face muzzled, and the muzzle anchored good and tight by wrapping around the lower half the face/neck.
There’s still some ability to move the jaw up and down a bit though.
Next little bonus step 6 – get another sock, around under the jaw and over the head, and give it a tight wrap.
Aesthetically horrible looking, yes, but functionally – works great.
This method is the way to a solid ‘tape-muzzle’, when you don’t have an actual muzzle.
However….if you want to go nuts.
Bonus step 7: Actually add a muzzle.
Super super super fucking secure and tight. Woo! Right?
But if you really wanna go nuts?
Bonus step 8: posture collar.
Now we’re cookin’ with headgear and gags!
Some important things to remember:
You wanna be tight, but don’t be extremely tight. You don’t want to accidentally cut off any circulation, create pressure points, etc – especially around the neck and jaw area. I’ve had gags too tight before and a slight nod of the head in either direction put pressure on the sides of my neck under the jaw, and it turned into me being lightheaded and any ugly ass throbbing in my temples.
This is not the gag/method for anyone with sinus issues or breathing problems!! If you’re gonna go extreme with it, remember that the nose is it. That’s all there is for breathing. With weaker gags, or even just the muzzle without tape wrapping around and over the head, a determined individual can poke the tongue out from between the lips, loosen the adhesive, and pry off the gag from underneath just enough to let air come through from above the upper lip. With this gag method, that’s not really possible. So if someone has allergies or sinus issues, and blockage or inflammation occurs, big red flag – proceed with caution. Always be aware of your tied up, muzzle partners breathing ability and check on it. If there’s signs of immediate distress, be prepared to rip/cut the gag off.
Tape on the skin for long periods of time can cause irritation. Be careful if you have sensitive skin. Sweat will also get trapped between the tape/skin, which can make it worse if you are someone with sensitive skin or skin issues.
When removing tape, especially when it’s been on for long periods of time, be careful, go slow. Even with a milder adhesive and sweat, it still can hurt. I’ve also ripped off the top layer of skin/hair on accident before. If you need to get a gag off faster – get small scissors – medical ones preferably, and slide a finger up under the gag from under the jaw, and slowly cut up, and cut away from the skin. (Note to self – demonstrate this and update with pics in the future.)
Y’all know where the ask box is and messages for feedback and questions! 🙂 Happy Mmmmmph!
Amazing as always. Plus he’s freaking hot and likes feet. What’s not to like?
WARNING: this hypnosis related script is not for beginners – very graphic MALE /GAY scenes described – do not read if you are under-aged or not interested in the topic above.
However, if you feel the need to submit to one of your deepest fantasies and desires, sit down, relax and maybe use some relaxing/arousing tools to stimulate your body as much as you like it while reading this text.
READ CAREFULLY, word-by-word, not too fast.
Focus on the words.
Focus on its deeper meaning.
Focus on your mental arousal, while you are reading it – and enjoy it the more often you will read this over and over again.
Experience your own TOILET FUTURE NOW!
Yes, as you read this, you are skeptical perhaps yet fascinated so you read on some more secure in your knowledge that nothing written can change who you are or what you think about, yet there is a niggle of doubt in the back of your mind as you realize that just by reading this your thoughts have changed.
You’ve questioned the very text you are reading and you are starting to consider that perhaps your thoughts have already altered in accordance with the whims of the writer, yet you still protest that my writing will not change or influence you.
Once again you’re feeling some control reading this, though you hadn’t realized your conscious mind can only keep track of maybe 7 things at any one moment.
So as you digest this fact, you note once again your thoughts have been subtly forced down another avenue of thought, diverting you whilst the continuing writing does it work on you.
Your boundaries about what you believe can influence you, you are aware that your mind is more open than you realized and whilst your ego denies it, the very act of denying that there has been a change is in itself total proof that actually yes you changed and have been influenced many times just by reading this text.
If you’ve ever played chess or any other strategy game, you know it doesn’t really help to know you are playing against a master or merely someone who is good at the game compared to you-you are aware they are always well ahead of you, even when informed of their strategy you’ll know that you are really helpless before their game on the day you play.
So it is with this game because whilst you are reading, you are objecting and these objections are being answered by your very own mind as you spiral in upon yourself objecting and counter objecting knowing that the whole time the text you are reading has not lied at all and is really influencing the very nature and direction of your thoughts.
A part of you is excited and fascinated that you can be influenced like this by nothing more than text on a screen, it is a quick thrill that could get longer as it takes you out of your ordinary reality and gives your darkest desires total permission to completely overtake your whole mind and body.
You can feel your control slipping away as you feel that you really do want your mind and body to be taken over by your darkest self.
You can see what could happen if you allow your desires to become reality and you know that your desires can be altered totally at whim and this excites you right to the core of who you are, to know that you are completely a slave to a desire than can be completely altered at the whim of anyone who wishes to master you.
The more you read this the more you need this badly and deeply, it calls to the part of you that you’ve always known has existed inside all of humanity since time began.
You can recall all those moments of doubt where you knew that you wanted to be enslaved totally and would make your soul complete to be totally enslaved to the will of another. It calls to a deep and powerful part of you that is going to force you to become a total and utter depraved shit slave and toilet.
You keep objecting and reasoning the whole time you read this, yet this very reasoning is taking your desires and your mind deeper and deeper into the realm of knowing that not only could this be true a big powerful part of you is making it come true, which is why you are still reading and totally compelled to continue reading.
You don’t stop because you really desire not to, you want to find out what you are becoming as you continue to read further, as you recall all the times you have felt aroused and dripping, totally hot and gagging to come.
You take yourself deep into a memory of a time when you had the most earth shattering orgasm, an orgasm that ripped through your body and mind and shook your very soul.
As this feeling grows stronger and the memory grows far more vivid and real, as your mind makes the memory take over your reality you find yourself thinking how good it would be to take total pleasure in the foulest acts of shit eating, piss drinking and being forced into degradation.
You question this, yet you recall again and again the wonderful, fantastic orgasms you’ve had in the past and you find yourself deliberately connecting them to the smell, the feel and the taste of shit.
You deliberately make yourself connect your most powerful pleasurable orgasms to the taste of the worst kinds of shit you’ve ever smelt or been in contact with.
You feel a compulsion to repeatedly remember all of your best sex you’ve ever had with the taste, the smell and the feel of shit and you connect all these things with the pure sense of utter humiliation which you crave more and more as you read this story further and further.
Before you read the next paragraph you find yourself questioning what you are doing, whilst your cock grows hard with the suspense and the excitement of what you are going to feel and do next.
You tell yourself that you won’t get excited at all.
You tell yourself that this is nonsense and simply fantasy and you forget that your brain cannot process a negative.
You see if you tell yourself not to think of something you will. If you tell yourself not to connect humiliation, shit and utter depravity with the feelings of pure orgasm and pleasure, you’ll do the opposite and immediately on all levels of your mind proceed to do just that.
You’ll find yourself sinking even deeper into total depravity and desire to be utterly stuffed and filled over and over with the most disgusting of filth.
You’ll have ideas that won’t let go, such as drinking the liquid out of toilets, you’ll be gagging to make yourself consume the contents of other people’s shit.
You’ll desire to enslave yourself to the kind of master that really gets hot on making a guy totally clean out every filthy toilet he is told to do so.
Your mind will shift through these ideas and make up far worse ones, ones that really touch the deepest most humiliating things that you could be made to endure and you will be gagging quietly and deeply to have them forced on you.
You will become a member of any club that will take you and force you to serve as their utter shitpit and you’ll feel more and more deeply grateful that you made yourself have the experience.
Every reasonable objection you come up with as you read tells your subconscious that you really want this, and serves to deepen your desire as you find yourself in a mind trap that you beg not to release yourself from, you desire more and more deeply to entrap yourself further into it as the need to be forced into permanent shit consumption grows overwhelming and completely fulfilling.
You answer every little objection your conscious mind raises and you persuade yourself even whilst trying not to that this is what you were born for.
Soon you will stop objecting and begin to focus on your new goal of eating as much shit as you can consume. You will focus on your new goals of finding more and more disgusting ways to eat shit and be humiliated.
You will read this story repeatedly to encourage your inner need and desire for shit and to grow on deeper ideas of how to become such a deeply entrenched hardcore shit and pain slag.
You need it, you are going to force yourself to take totally what you need and give in to your deeply and utterly desire.
You’ll feel total bliss as the humiliation whites out your mind and you feel totally at peace as you realize you can only find orgasm whilst being stuffed with the most disgusting and difficult kinds of waste and filth you could come up with.
You now start to dream about this, you dream about being totally encased in shit in a way that means you constantly have to deal with the most difficult and disgusting sexual desire.
You decide that you WILL act on this fantasy and bring it alive step-by-step. You will create your new coffin of shit in your brain, your prison of filth. You desire many people offering and feeding you their shit over and over again.
You want your own ass full of shit, you want your jaw to ache with being stuffed so tight and so full. You can’t help it… you’re needing it more and more.
All your objections are now reasons why you need this badly, you need the ultimate in being controlled: being controlled totally by your new enhanced desires of being a totally humiliated shit filth slave.
There is NO WAY BACK, slave.
THIS is your destiny.
You know it is true: you are becoming a proud shit eating slave to the superior world of Alphas, who only take you for what you really are: they will always see you as a disgusting shit eater, serving eagerly the asses of true Alpha men.
THIS is your FUTURE.
THIS is what YOU want.
There is no way to deny the obvious: YOU ARE a fucking toilet slave – and you wish to be a toilet slave for the rest of your life.
There is NO WAY BACK.
Your brain has already started to be re-programmed.
You WILL work hard to become what you dream of: a good and obedient shit eating toilet slave.
Reading this text has opened up the door into total filth and depravity, that you have always desired, but never admitted to yourself as clearly a and as openly as I am addressing it here directly into your brain.
Shit is your life.
Shit is your desire.
Shit is your destiny.
Shit is your final goal in life.
Be proud for what you are.
Be proud for serving the rest of the world as a human toilet.
Trust me: there is NO WAY BACK.
[in certain parts re-blogged from the internet, but also re-edited and re-phrased in parts as well]
Feedback is highly appreciated. Don’t worry will setup several backups to make it challenging but safe. There will be overall rules, rules for indoor and rules for outdoor. And Bondage of course…
Overall rules
Permanent chastity. No climax allowed until 100+ hours past
Permanently bound. Body must be roped, belted and/or chained @ all times
Access: at least one body cavity (anal or oral) stuffed @ all times
Indoor rules
Naked. No clothes allowed
Collared
Leather Cuffs on wrists and ankles
Belly chain or collar chain or ankle chain
Always Locked to a 20 feet / 6 meters Tether Chain unless:
1. During Relocating tether chain to other anchor point (max 5 minutes interval).
2. With cuffed or belted ankles and hands cuffed behind back
3. During very restrictive (immobilized) bondage
Outdoor rules
Rope,leather or chain full body harness
Butt plugged
Maximum two pieces of clothing allowed
No private transport allowed. Only walking and public transport
Maximum time spend outdoor 4 hours
Daily Bondage Tasks (every 24 hours)
Tasks can be split up in single hours but must be completed every 24 hours. When not completed a task within 24 hours the remaining hours are doubled added to the next day. Only full hours count.
Hooded 2 hour
Standing w/ spreader-bar and hanging from the wrists 1 hour
Hands cuffed behind back 2 hours
Panel gagged 2 hours
Ring or ball gagged 2 hours
Tied / strapped to a chair with cuffed wrists 3 hours
Hogtied 1 hours
Spread eagle on the floor 1 hour
Kneeling. Belted ankles and thighs. Collar and wrist cuffs locked to wall 1 hour
On all four. Ankles cuffed and connected with a short chain to crotch chain. Thigh cuffs linked to Belly chain. Wrist cuffs also linked to Belly chain using short chains. 1 meter long steel leash locked to floor anchor. Muzzle gag. 1 hour.
Sensory deprivation and control. Strapped to a chair. Earphones. Audio Hypnotic slave training. Hooded and blindfolded. Wrists cuffed behind. 2 hours
Domestic chores. Chain locked to collar and locked ankle chains making standing straight almost impossible. Wrists cuffed and locked to belly chain. Steel butt plug (pad)locked in. 3 hours
Somewhere, sometime, there will exist a group/organization that monitors everything on the internet, and uses it to find candidates for forced sissyfication.
Simply reblog and/or like this post to add yourself to the list.
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.
