Meant as fantasy.
It could feel the dampness of its tears against the leather blindfold. It was trying to catch its breath from the long whipping and flogging. It only had itself to blame for the duration. It could have stopped it sooner, but it was trying to hold out … hold out that this was just a dream.
It was supposed to be a quick Friday night session. But while locked in a cage, his now Master told it that by the end of the weekend, it would agree to be a slave. The slave thought that wouldn’t be real or possible, but as the past hour had taught it, his Master was right.
It was weak and tired. It was now Sunday afternoon, but it hadn’t slept or eaten anything. It needed to yield. It jumped as it felt the Master lightly touch the back of its neck. The Master chuckled.
“Time to officially make you mine, slave.” It flinched at those biting words. “Ready for your tattoos and piercings?”
Continue reading No Limits
The hunt is on. Gimp is curious who will win…Will it be Master Mike? Master Robert? Or maybe Master John and Master Alex? Or Master Gary? The gimp’s mind darts between each of the men it serves as it ducks between the crowds at the convention. While the gimp desires each Master for their different techniques, it doesn’t want to make it easy for them. The chase can be fun. Gimp’s mind flashed to a few weeks ago.
It was Master Alex’s idea. Let the gimp loose in a large public event, and see which of the Masters can “bag” the gimp. The winner gets to claim the gimp as His full time property, though it is still devoted to the group. Gimp loved the idea. It was high time it moved in with one of the Masters full time and took its training to the next level.
Gimp had spent the last four years while in college training with the group; five Masters who all knew each other and wanted a devoted rubber sub to train and share. Since gimp graduated recently and was without too many attachments, it would be easy for it to move in with a Master. But it was Master Alex who suggested the hunt idea to keep it fair.
Continue reading The Hunting of Spider-gimp
I am sick. I feel pretty crummy, but my Dom seems pretty happy about it for some reason.
It started a few days ago with a sore throat and a cough. Seemed innocent. My Dom kept asking how i was feeling, with a sadistic glint in his eye. I knew he was a sadist, but this seemed cruel to get pleasure from a sick slave. This morning, things took a turn for the worst. I developed a fever and when I coughed, a shiny black tar-like substance was on my tissue. I remember thinking it was spreading over the Kleenex, but that seemed crazy. Must have been the fever playing with my mind. When I mentioned it to my Dom, he said with a chuckle, “That’s impossible, slave! Now let’s tuck you into the cage for the night.” I wanted to plead to go to the doctor, but I knew it would be no use. My Dom knows what’s best for me, after all. With a heavy yawn, I crawled into my cage, and my Dom patted my head and said, “I’m sure you’ll feel better soon.”
The next morning, I woke with a start in my cage. I couldn’t see, my tongue felt weird, and I had a hard time forming words. When I went to go rub the cobwebs out of my eyes, I noticed I couldn’t feel my eyes! My head felt like it was covered with latex. I started to panic, and started grunting and kicking the door of my cage. My Dom finally came down when he heard the noise, and even in my blind state, I could tell from the stomping of his boots that he was mad to be woken up so early! When he entered the room, the energy in the air was thick with anticipation, but it seemed to evaporate the second he got to my cage.
Continue reading Gimpitis
Time has lost meaning for me. I have no idea what time of day it is, or even what day it is. I know I haven’t been here longer than a week, but I have no idea how much time has passed. Master has kept me in the dark this whole time. Most of what I am aware of is darkness, stillness, and what some people consider quietness. In my time spent here isolated, I realize nothing is ever quiet. I can hear my heart beat, the slight noises of Master’s house settling. Occasionally, I hear the AC system turn on and off. Most of the time it’s boring, but this is what I begged for.
Due to my lack of external stimulus, I have grown to be aware of my body. I can feel the slight air bubbles moving under my latex suit, the calming weight of the chains, the sound my breathing makes though the gas mask, the occasional beam of light that sneaks past the covered lenses.
Continue reading Waiting
Today is the day. Master has been talking about this next step since the beginning. But it kept thinking it would never progress this far. How naive it was!!
It finds itself kneeling in the middle of the playroom. The rubber gleaming from the two spotlights in the ceiling, making sure the camera has a clear shot of the kneeling gimp. It is sealed in a full-face entry suit, complete with gloves and feet, and a rubber hood with open eyes and mouth locked on. Its heart was pounding and racing since the Master unlocked the clear chastity device while the slave was unrestrained. This was the only clue it had received that this ordinary Thursday night would be a night it would always remember. For the first time in a year, it was unrestrained and unlocked. It looked down at its hard dick, twitching in rhythm with its pounding heartbeat.
Two feet ahead of it, a new custom metal chastity belt, bottle of lube, and a script written out by the Master lay in clear view. Gimp takes a quick glance over both, and then hears its Masters voice, “Gimp! Look up at Me!”
Continue reading The Last Time (a Rubber and Chastity Story)