Becoming fully Submissive

Submitting to the future

The day was a miserable one weather-wise. The perfect excuse, to be lazy, cosy, and test our ability to spend time in our own company. Some might find it curious that sex, while part of it, turned out not to be the main feature. After a really good sexual start to the day, we had breakfast, showered, shaved — yes, there too — and then, by mutual agreement, went back to bed. We read, I sketched and read, listened to music and Bruce worked on writing a short story. We took breaks to cuddle, to tease, and, of course to eat, drink coffee or, with lunch, some good wine, and to talk.

We talked about my plans for the future, my course and about the sketches I’d made. We talked about Bruce’s short stories for a magazine his firm published, and we talked about our own feelings for one another. As we talked we realised that we’d become so comfortable in each other’s company, that neither of us wanted to consider the inevitable separation once we returned home — or rather, once Bruce returned to his house and work, and I went back to my room in the hostel. Bruce broached the subject as we watched the light fade from the day. The wind remained, but the rain had stopped as he brought fresh coffee to the bed.

“You don’t have to go back to the hostel, my love.” Slipping an arm under my shoulders, he drew me against his body. “Would you like to move in with me?” Kissing my cheek he added, “The dungeon is available — or there’s the option to share a bed with a sex maniac.”

Rolling into his embrace, I returned the kiss. “I’d love to, my darling, but are you sure you really want this sex maniac in your bed? You might have to keep him in that dungeon so you can get some sleep.”

“Then it’s settled!” Laughing he rolled me on my back and lay on top of me. “The dungeon it is.” His kiss cut off my retort. Neither of us needed to say anything more, our desire took over and I surrendered to his need, opening my legs and then raising them so he could enter me. It was a magical coupling. Instinctively we matched each other, responding to our desires, taking our time, pausing to kiss, caress, fondle and savour the sensation we were creating in each other, and when he’d delivered his sperm into me, shifted his position, and gave me the most wonderful ‘head’.

The remaining time at the chalet was spent, for me, in a ‘pink cloud’ of happiness. How could I have got this lucky? What made it even better was that I’d shed the last vestiges of my fear of showing my love, and it seemed that Bruce no longer felt restricted either. Our host and hostess noticed, and teased us about the fact we held hands as we walked, played and showed affection at the pool. We hiked, we swam, we made love, read, wrote and painted delighting in each other’s company.

“How do you want to handle moving out of the hostel, love?”

“It won’t take long!” I laughed. “I have to give two weeks notice. I can do that by paying her two weeks rent ‘in lieu’. I haven’t got a lot there — underwear, shirts, a couple of pairs of jeans, my study material … Most of it will fit into a couple of cartons.” Kissing him, I said, “I could move straight into your place as soon as we get back.”

“Then you will.” He kissed me. “And it’s OUR place now.”

We made our good byes to our host and hostess on the final Sunday and headed for home in anticipation, no longer dreading parting. 

The adjustment to living with Bruce and not being in the hostel any longer was painless. The two weeks at the chalet had given us time to really get to know each other, to know what irritated, what soothed and how to slot our schedules into one another. The one problem, for me, was how to get to classes, the library and the tutorials and studios I was using for practical work. It was all on the far side of town to where I now lived. It turned out the solution was simple — I travelled into the city as far as Bruce’s office with him, and used the tram service from there … Within a month we had it all worked out, but hadn’t really used the playroom dungeon at all, instead just enjoying our companionship and exploring our sexual fun in bed.

Bruce was a bit reticent about his position in the company, Aloe Printing and Publishing, but he had a designated parking spot in what was clearly an ‘executive’ part of the underground garage with only four parking spaces — all usually occupied by top of the range cars including Bruce’s SUV. The company ‘published’ four monthly magazines, though the content and most of the artwork for them was provided by the actual owners of the titles. A second group handled printing of catalogues, advertising ‘flyers’ and a ‘specialist’ publication I’d yet to identify. The fourth part of the company was a small publishing house, focussed on science fiction and fantasy novels. 

I’d met one of the other executives, Rianna, a smart older woman who ran the advertising division. This was the section that gave me most of the work, mainly doing layouts, sometimes original art design, and sometimes manipulating photos using the software to company used. 

She’d struck me as a very good business person, but she was friendly and often asked about my course. Today we arrived early, so the other spaces were empty.

“Fancy a little fun tonight?” He asked as we parted in the car park beneath the building that housed his office. “Some rubber and bondage perhaps?”

“Yes, Sir!” I responded. “I’m ready to serve my sentence, sir!”

“Yes, you are!” He laughed. “I’ll pick you up at the Art School at five.”

“I’ll be ready, Master.” Slinging my portfolio case over my shoulder I grabbed my backpack and stood aside as another car eased into place next to Bruce’s spot.

“Don’t rush off — I want to introduce you to Red. He’s the managing editor for magazines, and Vulcanised, our own special publication.” 

“Vulcanised? You publish it?” I gasped. It had been a copy of that magazine that introduced me to rubber — and which my sister had found me enjoying.

“Yes, it’s ours. You know it?” Leading me forward he greeted the older man who eased himself out of the Lexus. “Red, I don’t think you’ve met Mark, my partner.”

“Nope, you’ve kept him well away from me so far.” ‘Red’ grinned and extended his hand. “Damn, I can see why as well!” Shaking my hand, he laughed. “Welcome to the madhouse.” Punching Bruce on the shoulder, he teased, “About time you found someone to share your life, cousin.” He winked at me. “Look after him, Mark — and enjoy yourselves.” 

He entered the lift, laughing, punched the controls and waved as the door closed.

“Well, that’s Red. My eldest cousin.” Bruce grinned. “And a rubber lover. He edits Vulcanised. ” Kissing me he squeezed my waist. “Don’t forget, I’ll pick you up at five. Oh, and be prepared for a full session.” His grin widened. “Better run for your tram.”

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my classes with that on my mind?” Returning his kiss, I moved toward the exit. “I’ll be ready.” 

He was prompt and so was I. I’d got through the day in something of a daydream, anticipating what he planned for the evening.

“We need to make one stop on the way, my love. I’ve a package to collect from a specialist supplier.” He told me as he took a route that wasn’t toward our home. Pulling into a small industrial unit with a rather bland company name displayed that gave no hint of its trade, he parked and got out. “Stay here, I won’t be long, they have everything ready.”

Minutes later he was back with a large box, stowed it in the dog box, and we were underway again, this time toward the house.

“And now, my love, are you looking forward to being thrown in my dungeon and subjected to some serious loving torment?”

“Yes, Master …”

We drove home with me in a state of anticipation.

“Put your portfolio case down in your workroom, and strip,” he ordered as we got out of the car. “I’ll be up in a minute or so with your outfit.” 

I was ready when Bruce appeared in the doorway holding a folded rubber suit of bright orange with black details, a bottle of lubricant and several other items on top. 

“A sub condemned to a dungeon must wear a distinctive outfit. One that makes sure he stands out.” Placing the suit on the desk I worked at, he turned, and admired my naked and hairless body. “Damn, but you’re so bloody sexy like this.” The kiss was gentle, but filled with our mutual desire. “Right! Time for you to get dressed for your date with the Head Warder and your fate.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watched as he opened the bottle of lube and tipped some into the soft cloth he held, then followed his instructions as he began to apply the lube liberally to my legs, torso and finally my arms.

“This suit is going to be pretty tight, and it’s thicker than anything you’ve worn before. It’s very elastic, and a lot stronger than it looks,” he told me as he helped me get my legs into it. 

The only entry opening was across the shoulders and the attached hood,  but it had a circular opening at the crotch for my cock and scrotum, and another between my legs that left my butt exposed. He was right. The ankle zips were concealed beneath the legs of a pair of calf length boots with weighted soles, and with these on, he eased the suit up my body. The suit was skin tight. It was also heavy and needed zips at the ankles to get my feet into it. The colour was a deep orange, with a black band round the chest and white letters front and back read ‘Condemned Submissive’ in large letters, and beneath that in smaller print, “Property of the Dungeon Master’. Further bands on the upper arms carried a representation of a pair of cuffs, and similar bands on the legs carried the same symbol.with a further band at the neck and the legend Condemned Submissive. Behind me an arrow pointed down to my hole and  a label declared that my ‘pussy’ was for the Dungeon Master’s use only, and a similar arrow indicating my genitals at the front carried the same declaration. The final touch was to fit heavy globe mitts to my hands.

Locking the zip at the top of my now hooded head, he turned me to face the full length mirror on the cupboard door.

“Like it?”

I studied my image. It felt fabulous and looked amazing. My erection stood proud and ready as I tried moving and found that the tight rubber was restrictive, but very comfortable.

“Does my Master like it? I am condemned to total submission. I am not permitted opinions, Master.”

“True. And his Master loves it.” From a box he removed a heavy chastity device. “You will now be locked into this cock prison until I wish to use you. Watch carefully, this has been designed and built specially for you.” He laughed. “You may be required to wear it at other times as well.”

It took him ten minutes to ‘build’ the thing onto my crotch and fasten it to the waist belt and insert the butt plug attached to the through strap. Now I displayed a metal sheathed dildo, with my scrotum encased in a steel ‘shield’ below. The metal sheath fitted very tightly to my erection, with an opening that would allow me to pee, it was also partially flexible, allowing it to be moved into a curve — though that was limited by my current rigid erection!

Now he led me downstairs and had me stand in front of the access to the dungeon.

“Remain here until your Dungeon Master collects you.” He ordered, and left me facing the front door of the house.

He was a while, but when he returned my heart skipped a beat. He was clad entirely in tight black rubber, his head and face hidden beneath an awesome hood and mask. Without a word, he turned me and we descended into the dungeon …

It was going to be a long night, but I knew I was in safe and loving hands. Yes, I could look forward to a lot of ‘torment’, but it would be controlled and designed to stimulate, to tease, and to deny relief. I surrendered to being strapped to the padded wall, and to being muzzled, and then he began. It didn’t matter how long he took, I knew I was going to love every minute …

He began slowly, and now I discovered that the chastity belt had connections for a Tens unit. He connected the small ‘jacks’ and slipped the control into a pocket on my suit. 

“The electro pads are built into the belt, Sub.” Caressing my rubber covered nipples, he smiled and then kissed the muzzle covering my mouth. “Your submission begins now.”

I gasped as a series of rapid shocks hit my penis, each zap causing me to jerk against the restraining straps as I struggled unsuccessfully against the restraints and escape the fiendish device encasing my genitals.

“Enjoy yourself, my prisoner,” he said, watching me struggle. “I’m going to prepare your next treatment while you watch.”

The ‘table’ was now wheeled out of the way, and he positioned a ‘spanking’ bench in front of me. Only this one had some additions I didn’t immediately recognise. Let’s be honest, my attention was elsewhere, so it took me a while to notice that the bench had more than just the straps to secure me in a kneeling position over it. He transferred me easily onto the thing without stopping the electro, and now I found myself secured by a set of stocks at my neck, straps and cuffs on my back, legs and arms and facing a screen which showed an image of my plugged butt.

“Today you are to be machine fucked in preparation for your first oral dose of your Master.”

On the screen I saw the machine moved into place. Then he removed the butt plug from my opening, and repositioned the machine with its detailed dildo just touching my man pussy. 

“Watch carefully now, I shall expect you to produce a detailed painting of this to join the painting now hanging in our bedroom.” Liberally lubricating my hole and the dildo, he asked, “Ready?”

I grunted assent, wondering what to expect. Helpless, I watched as the dildo pressed against my muscle and let out a low moan as it stretched me and slid inside me. Then it started, slowly, and I whimpered as it hit all my stimulation points inside me, and let out a barely contained yelp as my cock got another sharp zapping … The machine settled into a steady rhythm and he whispered on my ear, “You will be punished if you cum without permission.” 

Then he was gone, and I was in a world of pleasure, pain, induced lust and a struggle to prevent my cock exploding as I watched that beautiful dildo slide in and out in a steady rhythm. I found a way to distract myself, and control my desire to cum … I focussed on studying the details of the machine, the appearance of my anus as it responded to the dildo, on the structure of my perineum, on the details of the chastity belt, on my inner thighs … and succeeded in NOT ejaculating. It was exhausting, but it made me hyper aware of my body, my desire, and my need to please the gorgeous man I’d surrender control of my body too. 

It was in this state of hyper awareness that I was taken to the third chamber and knelt between my lover’s knees so he could remove my muzzle and feed me an isotonic drink. I needed no prompting when he removed his codpiece and released his beautiful erection. I feasted on his member and savoured the delicious cum he fed me as he refitted the muzzle to my face.

Seating me in Old Sparky, he removed the muzzle and the chastity belt, then bent forward, his hands on my shoulders. “Ready for your ‘execution’, Sub?”

“Yes, sir …” I gasped as the dildo beneath the seat pushed itself into me.

“Good.” The kiss was gentle. “Today you are going to wear this sensory deprivation hood. First I will enjoy giving you head, and I want your cum. Then you will be fitted with the milker …” He grinned. “For three more cumshots. Once you have delivered those you will be taken away to be fucked.” He kissed my cheek. “Any last requests?”

“Yes, Master. May I remain in this suit through the night so you can enjoy me again tomorrow?”

He laughed. “A glutton for punishment? Granted.” 

Fitting the hood, he sealed me into my own world of pleasure. Then gave me the most amazing head. It always surprised me just how fantastic he made this — and kept the hood on when, exhausted, he guided me upstairs to our bedroom, and gave me a wonderful fuck. 

With the hood removed, I fell asleep in his loving embrace and slept like a log. The perfect start to what I hoped would be a long and loving future for us both. My dreams were full of my hopes for us both, and the morning didn’t disappoint. There can be nothing better than to be woken by the man you love kissing you rubber hooded face … and being allowed to feast on his gorgeous erection …

I was in heaven.