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Just as Nature intended!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

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The more I use submissives the more I find they also want to be abused. Obviously they have very low opinions of themselves and lack in self-esteem. Why would any man wallow in such a low opinion of himself? I feel guilty adding to their lack of self-worth, but the power I feel when doing it is almost overwhelming.

Unfortunately, you are correct that many submissives are horrifiedabout their needs and hold themselves in low self-esteem, if they have anyself-esteem at all.  Almost all submissivesI have known have gone through this self-loathing at one time or another, oftenmore than once, as they travel down the pathway to their natural destiny.  I believe it is up to us Dominants who these submissivesneed to serve to help them get past this negativity, even as we relish whatthey are and encourage them to revel in it.

Over the years as I have witnessed this phenomenon in malesI have used and abused and especially in my own property, I have seen fourdistinct stages in the development of a healthy self-acceptance by submissives. We Dominants need to guide them throughthese stages or they will not have the strength to achieve what they need toachieve.

The first stage is acceptance of what they are.  The submissives who need to drink urine orsuck a man’s toes may initially be repelled. We need to guide them to accept that this is what they are and no matter howhard they wage an internal battle over their own needs, these needs will not goaway.  They are there.  They simply need to be accepted as naturalfor the submissive feeling them.

The second stage is to become competent in their submissionand in their depravity.  We don’t justtrain slaves to accept that a turgid penis can be rammed down their throats or anoversized dildo shoved up their anuses because of what they are, we must train them tobecome skilled at taking the erect penis and the extra-large anal toy.  

The third stage is to develop pride in their submission,service and degradation.  They haveaccepted their inferiority and they have become competent in being used andabused, in serving and submitting.  Theseare not easy things to achieve physically, mentally or emotionally.  The submissives will suffer greatly to becomecompetent in them and work extremely hard to overcome their repulsion to theiractions.  We therefore need to teach themto take pride in accepting pain, in making and serving an excellent meal, indisplaying how their body has been customized.

Lastly, once they view their inferiority and depravity withpride, we need to teach them that they have a responsibility to live theirtruth fully.  It is a responsibility notonly to themselves, to feel the peace and satisfaction that comes in celebratingtheir truth.  But it is a responsibilityto all men who have a right to the submissive’s service and submission, respect anddeference.  It may just be the slave simplyholding the door open for an unaware man who does not understand the slave willinglydoes this, with pride, because it is his responsibility.   Or itmay be sadistic, dominating masterful Man who expects to be able to handle anduse the slave’s body as his toy.  Itcould be a group of men who want to see the slave humiliated or degraded simplyfor enjoyment or amusement.

All of this takes time. A lot of time.  Years,perhaps.  And it may be done one or a fewaspects of submission at a time, since some of what the slave needs to do to betrue to himself is harder for him than other things.

There is a reason why a slave needs to be trained and notjust used.  If he never accepts himself, doesnot become competent in his submission, cannot take pride in his inferiorityand subservience or does not recognize that his need to be used and abused is valued and othershave a right to use what he is, the slave will never be able to achieveand aspire to the lowliness he has a right to. And, a Dominant will never know the joy of being served by slave who hasbecome whole in his slavery.

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Devon couldn't help but smile when he heard the click of the collar fastening around his neck. He couldn't help himself from rubbing his hands over the thick rubber and basking in the pleasant sensations washing over him.

He had been responsible for ensnaring many young men in his time with the company but today he found himself on the other end of of the experience. All it took was him getting a little too long of a peak at one of the screens and getting the deep urge to become a drone implanted into his mind. One second he was checking on to see if his recent acquisition had completed their initial programming, the next he found himself waking up naked and rock hard infront of a blank screen with a strong urge to be covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber.

His knowledge of the process was enough to let him know that the urges and impulses he was feeling at the moment weren't actually his own, but at the same time they had been pushed into his very being. While he vividly remembered wanting this his entire life, he also knew that it was the intense programming leading him to believe that. The irony of the situation was not lost on him however, he was going willingly walking down the same path he had forced so many down before him.

He defly went from container to container pulling out the various pieces of gear. The tight rubber suit, boots, cuffs, the collar. Normally he would be the one giving the soon to be drone all the gear while they eagerly put it on but he needed no assistance, he could have done this part of the process in his sleep, made even easier with the almost painful need to wear the gear and experience its' pleasure. Each piece pushed his already irrational mind further into a lust filled fog and his future further into oblivion.

Even before his accidental programming, he enjoyed he last piece. Opening the case containing the mask that would permanently become the drone's face. Watching in joy as the many young men would willingly seal themselved behind the thick reflective lenses. As he slid open the case containing the mask he felt that same sense of joy and exhilaration swell up inside him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as he shakily took the mask out of the case and saw his half dazed blissful expression in the reflective lenses. He had always wanted to experience the joy he had seen so many witness before him, now he finally was.

With bated breath he slowly inched the mask closer and closer towards his face, relishing in the immense pleasure that came from the pungent scent of rubber permeating from within. He felt his cock strain against the rubber as the tight rubber enveloped his head, sealing him within its tight rubber embrace.

The intense scent of rubber burning his nostrils, the tightness gripping his body, his breathing echoing heavily through the mask. All the sensations coursing through him pulsed mind numbing pleasure and excitement through his entire being to the point where he was in complete bliss.

Even with his rational mind all but lost, his knowledge of the process he was undergoing and what he needed to do was still laser focused in his mind. He mechanically turned towards a door on the far side of the room and slowly began his trek toward bringing his newfound purpose to completion.

The soon-to-be drone passed through the door into the next chamber and saw a long row of seats for him to sit in and complete his transformation. He walked past several seats, some with drones seated in them, some empty. Every drone he passed was sitting completely still, breathing steadily but their groins were pulsing in pleasure as if they were experiencing orgasm after orgasm endlessly while they were finishing their programming.

Without any real reason he walked up to a chair next to one of the drones that he had personally escorted to that spot a few hours earlier. He noticed that the drone's cock was throbbing under the rubber and knew that in a few seconds he would be experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime as well.

Devon had only really seen the transformation up to this point so what was going to happen next was entirely new to him and the fact that he didn't know exhilarated him to no end.

He lowered himself down onto the chair and immediately felt it spring to life. He felt an electric shock shoot through him as his entire body became locked where it was. He could faintly hear something whispering into his ears but it was too faint to really make out or understand. The pleasure pulsing through his cock was almost unbearable and was growing stronger and stronger as the whispers slid directly into his mind.

As the pleasure took over his entire mind, the lenses suddenly flared to life, flashing a kaleidoscope of colors and images into his wide open mind. At the same time the whispers increased in tone and became a chorus of voices implanting obedience, servitute and pleasure deep into the man's mind.

The unceasing stimulation of his senses was enough to push the poor man over the edge and he felt his cock start throbbing as felt himself succumb to the pleasure and cum. Each load flooded his mind with pleasure, forcing his mind open to the programming being fed into him as well as gradually breaking down and removing everything that existed before it.

The drone sat there for an untold amount of time, cumming over and over. Each load carrying more and more of what made Devon everything he was away while filling that void with the mindless obedience and pleasure of being a rubber drone.

Hours passed as the drone sat in the chair, its body rigid in the chair, its breath steady and heavy through the thick gasmask, its rubber covered cock throbbing endlessly as it was being reprogrammed.

When vision finally returned to the drone, nothing remained of the Devon beneath the rubber. Drone DS-5732 was all that remained and that was all it would ever be from this moment forward.

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A call to all the male sub-human rubber toilets out there!!

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Birthday Suit 1

Rediscovered from juniusf old profile. Not my work 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!

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Birthday Suit 2

Rediscovered from juniusf old profile. Not my work 

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.» “There is no choice. There is no control.” “There is no choice. There is no control.” “There is no choice. There is no control.”