Introduction
You don't know me. But then again, you do know me. I'm the quiet guy standing in the corners of that fetishbar telling everyone I'm only there to have a drink and to look around. But you know me. You know it goes way deeper.
In my late teens, I think it was at 19 I stumbled across a website with men in rubber and leather. Mindboggeled I started to fantasize.
When the years went by I got married to my husband. We both like out gear. But inside me there is a flame. Burning with desire. The desire to become his slave. Bound in rubber, altered to rubber.
Of course this led to the usual argues. I saw my escape on the internet. Till one day.
Not that discreet
After surfing and chatting for years I made my mistake. I didn't erase the history. My husband found out what I was looking at and confronted me. The biggest fight ever was the result. We didn't speak for weeks.
So after a few months I came home from work. My husband was sitting at the table. He looked up at me and asked if those websites were an accident or if I did really feel that way. I told hem the truth. I really felt like that.
He spoke slowly. Look Mark. There are 3 options for you. You leave me and live your life. Or you stay with me without the slavething, or you will let me bring you to a guy who can fix this problem for us. You're 28, so time to grow up and make a serious choice. I'll need your answer in a week.
During that week his words spooked trough my head. I knew what I wanted. I wanted a fix for the problem. I loved my husband more than my gear. So I told him. Let's go for the fix.
Wrong fix
I got awake groggy. My husband is standing above me with a strange face. I hear mumbles. Talk about this is him. Alter him. Then I dose off again.
I don't know how long I have been asleep. I only know i feel difrent after waking up. My body feels warm and thight. I look around seeing I'm at home. Thats a comfort. Time to get up and get dressed.
Stumbling in the bathroom I still didn't notice. I went in the shower and washed my face. And then I feel It. A big sceptum piercing is in my nose. What the hell happened! I get out a bit shocked. But what I saw then in the mirror shocked me even more.
I saw myself completely covered in rubber. Completly hairless form head to toe. I'm so schocked i gasp for air. And then he comes in. Looks at me and says: "Well Mark, you like what I did to you?"
I only manage to mumble uhhh uhhh. Smack! Shut up slave! It's yes or no Sir for you from now on! Still shocked I mumble: yes Sir. Well thats a good boy. Come with me.
When walking downstairs he's talking to me. You really were a strongminded slave. I needed you to give yourself and you life up volentairly. Now you dit your dream can come true. By the way, your not wearing a suit. I found a guy only with a recepy to alter guys in real rubber. Costs a bit, but it worth it. I'm schoked. I'm made from rubber? Mark, never ever speak again to me if not asked to. You will seriously regret it.
But what about my work? What about my life. Well slave, you still have to work. But I have a rubber face now...? Well that's no problem, I made your regular face into a mask you can wear. But you'll know you are rubber underneath.
Changes in Life
Mark, you know, things will change here. For starters. You won't wear clothes in home. You will obey me always. If not I'll punish you by tanking bits and pieces of your life from you. You will also be my urinal from now. Every piss I take you will drink. And you will be gratefull for it. And last but not least. I'm always you master. You will always obey me. You will keep my boots shiney and you will never question me.
When this is sinking in im getting so horney. This is what I fantasized about. I set myself on the couch when he askes me what te fuck I'm doing. I'm a slave. Slaves sit on the ground. So I sit on the gound.
My first day as slave
I wake up again. First I look at my hands. Still rubber. Damn it wasn't a dream. I'm on the floor. My master is in his bed next to me. Then the alarm sounds. My master gets out of bed when I see hes wearing a leather jock. He walkes to me and says open up Mark. I don't comply directly. Smack. I wont ask again. Open up Mark. I open my jaw and get his cock in my mouth. Piss is flowing in, and I have to gag to get it al trough. Then hes done and walks on.
I hear a shout. I have to come to him. When I enter the room he's sitting there with my two best friends. He tells them. There he is. Rubbered and enslaved. I know you want to fuck him to. Then he orders me. Slave get on your knee and hope your fantasy comes true!
Please tell me if you likes the story @ markus87@live.nl. I also like to hear what sequel there has to be. Do they have some love left or will Mark endure hardcore SM?