Becoming fully Submissive

Submitting Again

The latex suit he helped me into was tight. It was also heavier than the one I’d worn on my first visit, which meant that it restricted movement slightly, but it felt fantastic. The crotch was open, so my ‘jewels’ were fully accessible and my butt as well. Bruce smiled as he noted my freshly shaved crotch.

“Like the feeling of being hairless down there?”

“Yes, sir. I want to keep it that way.” In truth I’m one of those who has very little body hair, even on my legs and arms, a fact that, until now, had sometimes been a bit of an embarrassment.

“Good.” Regarding me critically, Bruce checked the fit of the suit. My feet were encased in latex ‘stockings’, the legs of these now beneath the legs of the suit, and my hands were likewise covered by latex gloves, the elbow length ‘cuffs’ now beneath the arms of the suit. “Right, I think we’re almost ready. Have you used a VR headset? Tried VR before?”

“No, sir.” 

“Then you’re in for quite a treat.” His smile gave me a warm feeling, strengthened as he took my hand. “Come with me. Time to introduce you to Old Sparky so I can get cracking on finding you a job while you watch your video.”

As I’d guessed, ‘Old Sparky’ turned out to be the bondage throne I’d seen in the dungeon. Up close it was awesome. Solidly built on a steel frame, the seat was divided, a bit like a loo seat, and upholstered in rubber, so was upright backrest and the armrests were formed and upholstered. In the open seat, a dildo lurked, attached to a short cylinder, and the web of straps, belts and cuffs attached to the thing warned that escape, once I was seated, was not going to be an option.

Bruce chuckled at my reaction. “Yes, it is modelled on what you think it is. But it has a very different purpose. Want to continue?”

“Yes, sir.” Smiling, I turned to seat myself. “I’m a Gay fetish sub. If my Master says this is how I must watch a video …”

Stepping close, he put his hands on my hips, and kissed my mouth. “I think you’ll enjoy it. Sit down, and I’ll activate the dildo, then I can strap you in. It takes a while.”

Settling myself carefully, I watched as he drew a wide cuff over my right thigh, secured it and then did the same for the left. Checking the alignment of the dildo, he activated the hydraulic system and I felt the tip press against my opening and bit my lip as it forced its way inside me. 

“That’ll do for the moment on the dildo, now lean back against the backrest and I’ll do the body straps and then your arms and legs.” 

“Yes, sir.” I eased my back and shoulders against the pads and let him fold a pair of wide belts over my shoulders and draw another pair across my chest. Securing these, he attached the shoulder straps to it and then adjusted them firmly. A further wide belt then went round my waist, and now I could not move my upper body against the restraints. More heavy belts secured my upper arms to the back supports, and then my wrists to the armrests before he fastened belts just below my knees and then at my ankles.

Stepping back he admired his handiwork. “Hmm, just a couple more items, and you’ll be ready.” Positioning a machine between my feet he raised an odd looking flexible ‘trunk’ with a thing I recognised as a ‘milking unit’ at its end. “Can’t leave that beautiful penis free, so it goes into this.” Carefully he fitted it over my erection, and strapped it to me with an interesting ring and harness. “That’ll prevent it slipping off even if you’re limp and shrivelled, and this,” he showed me a heavy looking weight ring, “Goes round the neck of your scrotum.”

The ‘ring’ closed with a snap, and he used a small Alan key to lock it. I gulped as my balls were forced down by the weight of the ring. The thing was heavy and stretched my ball sack quite a lot. 

Straightening up he grinned. “Any last words before I gag you and fit the VR hood?”

“N-n-no, Sir.”

“Good. I think you’ll enjoy this, Mark. Especially the VR view of last Saturday.” Standing next to me, he produced a rubber hood with the VR goggles attached and I noted the buckles on the sides. “I’ll hood you, then secure your head to the chair and plug in the VR. You’ll see nothing until it’s connected, and at first you’ll only see yourself in this chair. That will change as soon as I start the program. I won’t do that until I’ve gagged you and set up your drinking supply. Remember to take a drink regularly or you’ll dehydrate.”

“Yes, sir,” I managed, giving him a nervous grin. “Um, sir? Please kiss me before …”

“An invitation I will take advantage of with pleasure.” Leaning down, his lips met mine, and I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered as he broke the kiss. Then he was fitting the mask and hood. I felt him attach straps to the sides of the hood, and tighten these, then opened my mouth and accepted the dildo gag. With that secure I could not move my head at all, but now the VR came alive and I was in a virtual prison, with uniformed guards on either side of me and an ‘audience’ of execution witnesses in front of me.  

“Enjoy the show, Prisoner. Your starring moment has arrived.” Bruce said in my ear. Then he slipped headphones into place and suddenly I could hear the virtual guards and the audience as the ‘charges’ were read, the verdict and finally my sentence — to life as a Gay Fetish Submissive.

The scene changed, and now I was watching myself being delivered for preparation. I recognised the scene from the previous week, but now, very gently and slowly, the dildo in my butt began to thrust in and out, and then the milking started. I tried to concentrate on the ‘video’ scene as a distraction. Damn but this VR presentation was good. Time stood still as I watched myself undergo the expert attentions of a real Master of sexual bondage. There was no escaping either the chair or the VR, and I watched myself endure the electro-torture, then the strait jacket and the cage, and the follow on from that when I gave Bruce a really good dose of head. 

The stimulation in my butt, and the milking raised me to an impossible desire to ejaculate — near impossible when your testicles are dragged down by the weight of a restricting ring. Even so I felt the surge and experienced what should have been a really big cumshot. My cock tried to shrink, but that didn’t last, and I moaned into the gag as, some time later, I had another release … I sucked on my gag and drank deeply as the VR performance continued. 

The finale in which I watched myself lying in the sling while Bruce fucked me had me whimpering and I felt my cock explode in sympathy with his cum inside me. With the end of the video, I was once more facing the virtual audience, hearing them demanding my acceptance of my submission to bondage sex, and unable to speak.

“Like it, Mark?” Bruce’s voice was soft in my ear as he removed the earphones and began to release the hood and gag.

“I love it, Master,” I sobbed. “Thank you for making your sub, Master …” I stopped as he kissed me.

“What for, Mark. Giving you what you asked for?”

“Yes, and for showing me how to enjoy being a sub …” He was busy releasing me.

“Did you enjoy your show from last week? I figured seeing it in VR would make it more real for you.”

“I loved it, Master.” Free of the chair now, I dropped to my knees in front of him, the weight on my balls swinging heavily against my thighs. “Master, may I have the pleasure of giving you head? Please, Master?”

“Do you really want it, Mark? The choice is yours. I’m not demanding it.”

“Please, Master. I really want to give you head … to thank you for showing me what I really like …”

“And what is that, Mark?”

“Whatever you want me to be for you, Master.” Holding his gaze, I added, “Whenever, however and wherever you want me, Master.”

For a moment he was silent, then he took my hands and raised me to my feet. Putting his arms round me, he drew me into a hug. Our mouths met in a kiss that lasted a while, his tongue probing as I surrendered myself completely to him.

“Let’s go upstairs, Mark, and we can make love. I have good news for you as well, but first, I want to make love with you.”

If you’ve never been made love to while wearing a ball weight and a tight rubber suit … you should try it. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling when we finally separated, savouring the taste of his gorgeous cock and a load of his cum, and the glorious feeling spreading from my well fucked butt and his latest load filling it. He lay beside me, propped on his elbow and smiled down at me. The heavy steel ‘collar’ on my scrotum dropped into  the notch between my thighs, and my now limp cock draped over my bald, latex covered, pubis.

“Want some good news?”

“Better than being full of my Masters cum? Better than what I’ve already got?” Reaching up I touched his face with my fingers. “I don’t think anything can be better than submitting to such a wonderful Master as you …”

“We’ll have to talk about that, but first, you have a job. My publishing company will pay you a retainer of two hundred a week to do some artwork and some layouts for flyers when we need it. That cover your needs?” 

“Two hundred a week? That’s twice what the Student’s Union was paying!” In my excitement, I rolled toward him, wrapped my arms round him and pulled him down on top of me into a hug and kiss. “Oh, Bruce, I can’t thank you enough …” Tears trickled down my face, as I held his naked body against my rubber. With a sob in my voice, I managed, “First you’ve made my fantasises real, and how to love it, and to love being your plaything, and now you …” I sucked a breath trying to control my sobs, “You give me a job that means I can stop worrying about …”

His mouth covered mine and his kiss was gentle, but firm as he repositioned himself to lay on top of me, our cocks in contact. Holding him tight, I let my sobs of happiness take over as he covered my face with gentle kisses. When I calmed down a bit, he smiled down at my tear stained face.

“Welcome to what I hope is our future, my love.” The kiss on my lips was soft and loving. “We’ve quite a lot to work out still, but, one step at a time. You’ve got an income, and it’s secure. You’ve embraced who and what we are — and now we have to work out whether we can make this work for us both long term.” Kissing me again, he whispered, “It’s not all sex, not all Master-Sub. We both need to work out if we love each other enough to live together without ending up wanting to kill each other … I’ve been there, you haven’t.” He stopped my protest with another kiss. “We’ll work on it, but, in the meantime we’ll keep your room at the hostel, meet for lunch at Greg’s twice a week and you’ll do the jobs my firm sends your way.”

Through my tears, I managed, “Yes, Master … Oh, Master, I love you so much …”

“Not ‘Master’. That’s only for when we play in the playroom.” Kissing the tip of my nose, he whispered, “In this room and anywhere else, I’m Bruce and you are Mark — even when you’re all rubbered up.” He grinned. “Unless you’re wearing restraints, of course.” Pressing his groin to mine, he laughed, “Then you’re my Condemned Sub.”

“Yes, Master Bruce.” I hugged him, feeling our cocks swelling together. “Does the weight on my balls count as a restraint? My ‘sentence’ was that I am condemned to be fucked where, when and how my Master wishes … I am ready to serve my sentence, Master.”

“Then spread your legs and raise them, you’re right, that ball collar is a restraint.” He moved so I could comply, and then carefully shifted my weighted balls aside, and penetrated my now well lubricated and used opening … It took a while, but he delivered another good dose of his cum into my pussy, and I wrapped my legs over him in absolute ecstasy.