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Just a Toy

It’s always nice to start out your day in full rubber and chastity. Today was gonna be a play day for us, and to get me in the right mood for the start, he’d put me in my rubber catsuit with attached gloves and socks and my hood last night before going to sleep. Locking on the hood means that I wouldn’t be able to take off my gear, and a chastity belt made sure that I couldn’t get off. When I woke up like this, my rubber skin felt completely natural … but having been in chastity all night meant that I was horny as hell already. What was going to happen today? After breakfast, he started me out by tying me spread-eagle to the bed. He took off my chastity belt, and I was rock-hard within seconds. He chuckled at my raging hard-on. “Did you notice anything tasting differently about your granola this morning? I slipped you some viagra … you’re gonna be hard all day. But I don’t want you to come … I just want you hard so I can use you as my toy.” He spread some anaesthetic cream on my dick...
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Dumb Puppy

I woke up to my boyfriend prodding me. “Hey, wake up, puppy. Open your mouth!” I sleepily opened my mouth and let him stick a piece of chocolate in there. I chewed and swallowed while I slowly came to. Everything felt kinda sluggish. I was lying on the bed in my rubber catsuit, and I was wearing a puppy hood. My hands were in rubber paw mitts. Oh yeah, I remembered. I was a dumb puppy. Just a stupid, dumb puppy. And the piece of weed chocolate that my boyfriend just fed me would add to the weed I’d had earlier, and would keep me stoned and stupid. I loved those days where I was just his stupid puppy. Where I had nothing to do but lie around, be stoned, and be played with. He’d tell me to get into my rubber in the morning, lock my puppy hood and paws on me, feed me some edibles, and give me a couple of hits of his weed pen to get me high while the edibles took effect. And I’d just sink into horny, dumb stupor. I hardly noticed the doorbell ringing. When the friend he’d invited ove...
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Your compliance is not required.

Most people thought the drones were androids: human-shaped robots. They only knew them from TV: unit after unit standing motionless in a row, black rubber skin gleaming, with a drone commander unit with its orange shoulder patch at the front, dark lenses staring blankly ahead. But it had turned out that building a device this complex was easier when you took advantage of some … prior art. Human nervous systems still out-performed all but the most advanced computers, and growing a clone in a vat was cheaper than assembling a robot from parts. Separating the higher-level cognitive functions from consciousness had proven to be trickier than expected. But by inserting a mediator between the cortex and the brainstem, the drone creators were able to take advantage of the autonomous functions of the vegetative nervous system, as well as tap into the cognitive processing power of the cortex, all the while staying in control of the drone’s actions. But even the creators didn’t know what w...
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Gimp & Pup

It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber paws, and a plug tail protruding from its butt. Both subs were locked in stainless steel chastity belts. At one point, the master of the pup mentioned, “You know, my pup has always wondered what it’s like to be a gimp.” The other one replied “That’s funny, my gimp keeps telling me that it’s curious what it is like to be a pup.” They looked at each other. “Our boys are the same size, no?” – “You know that. We’ve borrowed gear from each other for them so many times.” – “So?” – “Let’s do it.” The subs had been oblivious to this exchange, lost in their little fetish world. They startled as they were simultaneously dragged to the darkr...
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I had a feeling …

This story first appeared as part of Leash 2: Tales from the Dungeon , presented and illustrated by @SpacePupSilver . Get your copy in his online shop ! Like all stories in Leash 2 , it is based on a real event. I had a feeling that this was going to be a good party. All of my friends would be there, and I knew that I’d feel right at home. Ben had offered to take me there as my handler, and it’s always a good time with him. He knows what I like, and he just does it. I don’t even have to ask. And isn’t that the best thing in the world? Getting what you want, without needing to ask? I pulled on my rubber catsuit in the changing area of the club. I loved sliding into this face-entry suit – I had lubed it up liberally in advance, and once I’d wrestled the attached open-face hood over my hips and slid my arms into the suit, it closed around my neck with the most satisfying feeling. Ben helped me push all the air out of my arms and legs, making sure it felt like a literal second skin...
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Suffering in Fursuit

It was fun watching the wolf stumble around on the convention floor, padding around unsteadily, peering into the distance. People came up to him and hugged him, draped his arms around them, and took pictures with him. It was a very cute suit too, with big ears and big eyes, and huge plushy paws that couldn’t grasp anything. Not that the wolf could grasp anything. His hands were in bondage mittens under the paws, which made it impossible to hold on to anything. Occasionally someone would try to talk with the wolf. The fursuit only answered with nods or gestures. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have replied. Every once in a while the fursuit twitched and twisted. People thought it was funny to see the wolf cavort around. Not that it was under his control – electric currents prompted the twitching, and he could not do anything to stop it. Getting the occupant into the fursuit had been a bit of work. But watching him now, cute from the outside, but helpless and suffering inside t...
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Mistress & Puppy

Mistress was taking puppy to the club tonight. Well, I call her mistress. Not because she’s dominant – she’s not – but because she’s this puppy’s mistress when we go out. Mistress also has a dick under her skirt – but when she puts on her boobs and her heels and her rubber catsuit and her makeup, she becomes a slutty rubber girl. A rubber girl with a rubber puppy. You know how some it girls carry around a chihuahua in a bag? That’s basically what I am to her. Just that I’m a bit bigger than a chihuahua. A rubber puppy that keeps her company, gives her unconditional love and attention, and that she can show off to her friends. So that’s what I am. The rubber puppy. Kept in rubber from head to toe. With a puppy hood locked on. A gag in my muzzle because mistress doesn’t like me to be loud. Paws locked on cuz puppies don’t have hands. And my dick locked away behind a steel chastity belt, because mistress doesn’t want me humping things. She doesn’t want me humping anything but her own ...
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