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Gimpnosis

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The very-large-antenna array at RubberZone HQ has been picking up mysterious transmissions from an unknown source. The audio/visual patterns in this transmission appear to have hypnotic, mind-altering effects on test subjects, although results are not definitive. This transmission may have something to do with an unnatural phenomenon.

Are you a subject for Gimpmosis? Find out by watching the VIDEO at RubberZone

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NOTE: The Rubberzone site is also a fantastic resource for some really great bondage stories!

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Gimp Training, Week 1

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By Unowned in NYC

I’m driving home from work with a raging hard-on, knowing my gimp is sitting on the closet floor right where I left him this morning.  It’s only been a week since he quit his job, and since that first day,  this Monday, barely a moment has passed where I haven’t been throbbing in my pants, oozing precum.

I wonder if I’ll eventually get used to having a gimp, take it for granted, forgetting about him for hours at a time, no longer ready to bust my nut just picturing him.

Almost there.  It’s been all I could do to not whip out my dick and jerk off in the car, but I’m waiting until I get home so I can get into my full leather and see the gimp as I shoot my load.  Still early spring, so the days are still short.  It’s dusk as I take the last turn on to my street.  My place sits at a dead end.

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More With Jonas – Part 1

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By ty dehner

“Your fucking life is over, gimp. You’ll never see the outside world again,” Jonas said. He had an evil grin on his face as he enjoyed telling me that I was going to be his captive forever.

I was trapped, speechless because of the inflated gag. My head was encased in heavy leather with a heavy padded hood and muzzle over that. The rubber dry suit that he had put me in a few days ago was filled with my sweat and piss. My ass was sore with the plug that he sat me on a day ago. After he informed me of my new state as his gimp, I struggled against the restraints and box that he had locked me in. I tried screaming into the gag, but there was no use to the effort. As I struggled it caused a sharp pain in my ass, and I stopped my struggle.

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I woke from my slumber realizing that I was still in the state Jonas had left me in after our time at the bar. My neck was stiff from being held up and not able to move for the hours that I’ve been locked in the box. I laughed at myself for the wild dream that I was having where I was going to be Jonas’s gimp boy. He never even had talked like that. But no doubt some of the piss I drank earlier was laced with beer, so my mind was in a different state.

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Poll question: Would you use a human urinal bound in the men’s room at a leather bar?

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This posting is inspired by ty dehner — author of the male BDSM story “Jonas” currently running in the Metalbond Prison Library. He suggested a poll asking the question, “If you walked into a men’s room at a leather bar and found a rubber object bound and ready to be used as a urinal, would you?” Wanting to get at the bottom of this serious matter, I posted the question as a poll on the official Metalbond Twitter feed, and the results are in:

  • 87 percent said that yes, they would indeed piss in the human urinal!
  • 13 percent said no.

human male bondage gimp used as a urinal

Two of the respondents wisely added a comment that they would use the guy as a urinal provided he gave a consent signal such as the nod of his head. Another respondent said that he would like to use the guy as a urinal but that seeing him bound would make him so hard he would be unable to piss.

How about you? Assuming there was consent, would you make use of the rubber object bound as a urinal? Although the Twitter poll is ended, you can leave a message with your response in the comments section below.

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Gimp training with NYMaster and gimpND

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Check out these pictures from NYMaster, in which he puts gimpND through a 21-day non-stop training and transformation!

Gimp training with NYMaster and gimpND

 

NYMaster has posted a 12-part video series on XTube that documents gimpND’s transformation into a gimp then into an “omega” (absolute lowest) slave. NYMaster writes, “Nothing was faked or staged and the video was taken as it happened.”

See the video series on Xtube (requires signup).

The series is titled “gimpND returns: gimp to omega.”

His website is here.

Thanks, NYMaster, for sharing these pictures and information!

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Gimpitis

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By boyryan54

boyryan54I 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.

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