Total Submission - Part 2

Author: boyjoe
Title: Total Submission - part 2
Date: 20 July 2007

The feeling of rubber bedding against my naked body was very stimulating to start with, but quickly became hot and sweaty. Opening the window did the trick and soon I was snuggling between the sexy black sheets pretty pleased about finding myself a Master. I didn’t notice it start, but as I lay there dreaming of my future life as a slave, I noticed the sound of something like whale calls played over the cam speakers. Every now and again I thought I heard some thing else, maybe a voice, but I couldn’t be sure. Surprisingly however, I settled quickly considering the exciting events of the day, but when the voice woke me at 6am with the words “Slave23, get up and show your respect”. Obviously I didn’t jump up quickly enough as seconds later the voice continued “Slave23, orders will be followed immediately”. A sudden streak of fear ran through me as I jumped out of bed replying “Yes Sir, I am very sorry Sir, it won’t happen again Sir”.

I started shivering with the cold from the window having been open all night. The heating did not coming on until 8am on Sunday, but I stood there, head bowed, legs spread and hands behind my back showing my respect and waiting for my orders. Despite the cold I noticed my cock trying to harden in the chastity and my tits were projecting out just begging to be played with. That’s why I am standing here I thought and gave out a quite purr of pleasure which got an immediately response from the voice. “Slave23, stand in silence”. Once again I felt a real fear of getting into trouble, along the lines of when you are told off as a small child. I was desperate to please and as I stood there, started to repeat ‘Slaves do what they are told, no more and no less’ over and over, but being careful not to make a noise. I couldn’t think why this particular phrase occurred to me, but it was just so fresh in my mind.

I continued to shiver and after a while the need to have a piss and a shit came to the front of my mind. For a split second I considered glancing at the clock to see how long I had been here, but almost immediately remembered ‘Slaves do what they are told, no more and no less’. Again this fear ran through me, I had not been given permission to piss, shit or look at the clock, so like a good slave, stayed head down and continued to wait.

On the dot of 7am the voice spoke, “Slave23, use the toilet, douche, brush your teeth and then take a drink of water then report in rubber for morning exercise”. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir” I replied. “Slave23, this will take half an hour”. The relief from being allowed to use the bathroom followed by the very welcome and the warm intrusion of water deep into my bowel & colon made me feel a great. I couldn’t wait to get into my one piece rubber suit so hurried my water and rushed back to show respect having completed my task with more than five minutes to spare. “Slave23, half an hour means half an hour and not 25 minutes” was the retort I got for my efforts.

The stretching & bending routine was clearly designed to increase my suppleness and prepare me for bondage & manipulation to suit my Master’s sadistic requirements at some time in the future. Still feeling guilty about returning too soon last time, I put in 110% effort into my aerobics, hoping the master would be watching on the web cam and be impressed. Then for my 3 mile run. As with everything else, there was a time limit, but unusually I was told in advance what it was. 3 miles in 15 minutes was the sort of thing I though only top athletes did, but I was determined to do my best and ran with all my heart. It was just under 20 minutes later when I entered my flat absolutely exhausted, gasping for breath, steaming hot & sweating heavily. “Slave23, you’re late. Put on your penis gag, hood and gas mask over and stand before me…. Move!”

I rushed and did as I was told, assumed my position of respect in front of the camera but now fighting to breath past the gag and through the restrictions of the hood & gas mask. The central heating had come on in the flat by now so I really started to cook inside the rubber, but despite the discomfort, all I could think was ‘Slaves do what they are told, no more and no less’. I bit hard on the gag and tried to focus my sight on something, but the gas mask had misted up so I closed my eyes tight and continued repeating to myself ‘Slaves do what they are told, no more and no less’ over and over.

Eventually my breathing became less difficult and the intense heat inside my rubber cocoon subsided to something that was really stimulating. I was now starting to enjoy my treatment and reflected on the last 24 hours. I had given up my freedom for a life of obedience, submission & humiliation. From now on, what I did, how I behaved, what I wore and when I slept was no longer my choice. I would now only eat, drink, piss or shit when Master allowed and could look forward only to an existence of being kept as a rubber toy immobilised in bondage and deprived of my senses for extended periods. There would be plenty of occasions where I would be subjected to all kinds of sexual use and abuse and being forced to participate in all manor of perverted activities. In addition I could expect to be tormented, tortured and punished as part of a never ending search to find, then push my limits further & further. An amusement I knew my Master enjoyed so frequently indulged in.

“Slave23, put on your waders, leg spreader, gauntlet gloves and posture collar”. I rushed again to my kinky cupboard and enthusiastically put on the gear and returned to my respect position. Not only did the spreader bar made it difficult to walk, it made standing legs apart much more challenging as my feet were at least 6 inches further apart than comfortable. “Slave23, place the duvet & pillows in the middle of the bed, get your plugs, lube and poppers and lay arse exposed”. I was soon laying face down on the pile of bedding giving Master a perfect view of my arse. The voice continued, “Slave23, Lube the smallest plug and insert it. Use poppers when you hear the bell ring”. The message was followed by the ping of an electronic bell, which had me taking a huge snort of poppers before following the order.

My smallest plug wasn’t actually that small, it was cone shaped, about 5 ½” long and 2” diameter at its widest. This was my favourite plug and had many hours of fun with it in place, but had always needed to keep it in place with a strap, a fact I had revealed to Master in an early email. I unzipped the arse of my rubber suit and worked the toy in. Part way into the process I heard a ping so took another sniff of poppers. Within a minutes or so it was in and the voice gave the next command. “Slave23, you will hold the plug in for 15 minutes. If it slips out, the time will start again”.

It wasn’t long before I could feel the plug easing out so had to force it back in. I tried and tried to work out how to control the right muscles to comply with my Master's order, initially without much success. A ping had me to take another dose of poppers which helped, so I tried relaxing to see if that was the answer. It was working but my cock was fighting to harden in the CB3000 and was becoming painful. I suppose this distracted me so the plug slipped out again. I pushed it back in again, clinched my butt muscles and tried to pull the plug in while saying to myself ‘Slaves do what they are told, no more and no less’ over and over again. This time the plug stayed in, even as my ability to suck in subsided. It began to feel as if it belonged there rather than being a source of excitement that I had always considered a plug to be.

The posture collar preventing me from turning my head, pin hole eyes in the hood and the misted glass in gas mask meant I couldn’t see the clock so apart from having lost track of time, I couldn’t tell when I had achieved 15 minutes. My solution was simple, I started counting knowing when I got to 900, about 15minutes would have passed. I lost count after the inhaling more poppers following a ping. When I came down from the dose I started counting again. I had got to over 300 when another ping was my signal for more poppers and knew I would loose count again. As my mind cleared, I gave up on counting and went back to repeating ‘Slaves do what they are told, no more and no less’.

The voice eventually announced, “Slave23, now change to the next size plug”. My middle sized plug was a double bulb type, about 5 ½” long with the top bulb about 2” and the lower about 2 ½” diameter”. I had played with this plug quite a lot, and liked it inserted when I sat at my PC surfing SM porn sites, but always ended up removing it after about half an hour. I didn’t bother lubricating it as my arse was already very wet. I took a dose of poppers at the ping and swapped the toys. The new plug was cold and hard compared with the one being removed, but slipped in relatively easily. The reflex to reject the plug kicked off again and I starting my efforts all over again. The morning wore on in a cycle of concentrating on muscle control, a ping followed by getting high with poppers then slowly sinking back to reality. In time my success with the smaller plug was repeated and I felt proud to have accomplished this task.

I waited for what I thought was well over 15 minutes expecting the voice to give further instructions, but nothing. My position and feeling from the plug now had me fantasising about living as a rubber dog wearing a hood with snout & pointed ears, paws to keep my hands in fists, a humbler or straps to keep me on all fours as well as a stout collar & lead. Eating from a bowl, being trained to follow commands perfectly, then exhibited in public at a show dog. No all glamour though I imagined long periods locked in a cage alone and kept in dark silence. I was almost in a trance, as if under a spell when the voice announced “Slave23, change to the third plug”. I had only ever managed to take this 3”diameter cylinder shaped monster a few times and only then under the influence of lots of poppers. So, although there was no ping, I reached for the small brown bottle, but before my hand touched the aroma the voice commanded sharply “Slave23, no poppers”.

The middle plug was now held tight so I had to push and pull to get it out, leaving me feeling empty inside. I lubed the third plug, took a deep breath and began working the monster in. It wasn’t so much pain full as my hole had been well stretched by now, it just took my breath away as my organs were moved aside to accept the cold hard plug in its new home. Despite this, it felt really good having my arse filled so wasn’t surprised to find it stayed in without any effort. As the plug warmed to my body temperature I got the feeling it belonged there, but realised I was not going to be able to ignore it. After a few minutes I began to have contractions of my lower abdomen, my body’s attempt to expel the huge intruder, and without the help of poppers, now I really started to suffer.

By repeating my motto over and over again, I hoped to drift back into my earlier daze of contentment, but the rubber penis in my mouth that had been my friend these last few hours now had me gagging. My breathing through the gas mask was becoming difficult and the new septum & tong piercing had become irritating. This was nothing though to the unbearable heat building inside my rubber suit, taking me to a feeling well known to all subs that I called ‘The Wall’ as with marathon runners. This is the point that stimulation & excitement turn into discomfort were in a caring relationship, the sub will be released for a cuddle with his top. As a slave though, I could expect no such comforting treatment, a master takes his pleasure from controlling his slave which includes subjecting him to anguish.

At last the voice broke its silence, “Slave23, zip your suit up, remove the spreader and move onto the floor on all fours”. Amazingly, this command immediately took me out of my misery and immediately jumped up. It occurred to me that my plug might pop out so moved carefully at first but discovered my arse had closed tightly to secure the plug so quickly crawled on all fours as instructed. “Slave 23, its dog training time now” the voice pronounced. First I was to learn to sit, a simple enough position I thought, but over about 15 minutes the voice had me adjusting my posture until I attained the perfect position. I was then made to hold the position for a while before being ordered get back up onto all fours to assume the wait position. Again, my posture was adjusted and improved until I managed to satisfy the Master. For the next hour or so I was made to sit for a while, then wait and back again several times until I could move from one position to the other without needing fine tuning instructions.

The day hadn’t exactly flown by, but I had been in rubber for 7 hours with five of those gagged, hooded, masked and plugged, but it had been the best Sunday I had spent in ages. “Slave23, empty the cupboards & fridge/freezer to dispose of all illicit foods. Present them to the camera, a ping will represent an allowable food & a buzz an illicit food.” Still enclosed in rubber I struggled to get out the black sacks and followed the order so after about 15 minutes of mostly buzzes there were two black sacks and some rather empty cupboards & fridge/freezer.

When I finished this I was told to remove my gear, take a drink of water, have a bath, douche & shave all over then clean the rubber and prepare it for later. After less than an hour relaxing, I wanted to put the gear back on and carry on with my dog training but the voice had different ideas. I dressed in tight drain pipe leather jeans, riding boots and a short sleeve leather shirt. I called this my ‘pulling’ outfit as the shirt pushed my pecs up like mini boobs showing a sexy cleavage and was cut to stop at my belt line so nicely exposed the tight leather clad butt. The jeans held my butt’s like two shinny black half melons separated by a silver zip that would give anyone access to my hole. Last I put on my clubbing leather biker jacket, made of soft thin leather, again cut short and tight around the waist to emphasize my bum and complete with red, blue & grey and black stripes sewn around my right epaulette designed to give out the right signals.

I was sent to the PC where an email contained a shopping list. I printed it off, grabbed my wallet, crash helmet & gloves and went off to the supermarket. I took the illicit food black sacks down and threw them in the communal bin on the way out and jumped on my bike. I had to step carefully onto my bike in these very tight leather jeans so not to rip them, then once astride the machine, slowly work my chastity so it didn’t crush my balls. I started the engine and rode away with a very pleasant vibration on my balls but the cold air over these thin leathers soon quashed this pleasure.

I had been to this store several times in my bike leathers but was still expecting a few looks in this rather tarty leather outfit, my septum piercing & shaved head. I was determined to shake off my usual shy tendencies so stood up straight and swaggered in ignoring any glances or whispers. The list was fairly short but included some fake tan moisturising lotion & condoms, both items making me feel a little embarrassed at checkout. I got back and after putting everything away was instructed to go to the PC. There was another email waiting for me that read ‘Slave23, before I will continue your training, you must transfer control of your finances and give me power of attorney over your affairs. If I terminate our association, control will be returned, however my expenses for the period you are under my supervision will not be reimbursed. Below are some links to web site that explain this, I expect you to understand the conditions and complete the necessary actions by 6pm.’

In essence, my credit card would be suspended and savings frozen. I would only be allowed to use my debit card with David having control over my bank account transferring money at his discretion and using my wages for paying my bills, his expenses and leaving only enough cash for me to pay for what I am told to buy when I am told to buy it. He would have my authority to sign all documents on my behalf effectively taking all decisions for me. I checked the links but didn’t really read the information, I just filled in the banks on-line forms, typed my pin number & clicked submit. I did the same for the credit card then completed the power of attorney through an on line solicitors web site. I stood, assumed my position of respect and waited.

I waited a few minutes before the voice activated “Slave23, good boy now take a drink of water then do your evening exercise & go for your run. As a reward you can surf the web for on line porn until 10pm when you will go to bed. I will credit your card with £30 for you to spend.” I removed the leather, had my drink, changed back into rubber, followed my exercise routine then went for my run. Again I returned hot and sweaty but this time was pleased to be told to put on the gag, hood, gas mask, gloves & waders, but especially pleased to be allowed poppers and my middle plug while I looked at porn.