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Keywords: rubber, hypnosis, bondage, 2nd person, mind control, brainwash
The man in black walked into the Cellblock and walked past the front and into the back bar. He clearly knew where he was going. To call him “the man in black” is both derivative and reductive, but is all the name you need to know him by.
The man in black stood five foot ten inches tall in his well-shined black laced black leather boots coming half-way up his calves. Continuing up his leg was a well polished black latex catsuit which must have been neck-entry, because there was no visible zipper anywhere on his body. His hands were covered in thick black industrial rubber gloves, with gauntlets that came more than half-way up his forearm.
From his neck up was a form fitting latex hood that looked tucked under the suit, but you couldn’t see the transition in the dark light of the bar. The only hint of skin underneath the hood was visible by the mouth opening. There was no hint of holes for his eyes, but he was able to navigate the patrons and tables through to the back bar.
Stepping up to the bar, the man in black ordered a beer, pulling money out of the rubber bandoleer slung over his shoulder. The heavy rubber hood and padded mitts hanging off the bottom of the bandoleer was the final thing that got your attention. The whole package was why when you saw him walk into the Cellbock, you followed him to the back bar.
Your cock immediately swelled in your own short-sleeved rubber suit as the man in black walked into the bar. You weren’t expecting anything to happen this evening, just hanging out, some drinks, and sweating in your rubber.
Snapping your attention back to the moment, you watched the man in black take his beer and walk over to stand against a wall, facing out towards the room. His head was motionless except to take occasional small sips of his beer. You had no reason to think it, but you could swear he was staring at you.
After a couple of minutes of this, you stirred up the courage to walk over and try to start a conversation with the man in black. Leaning against the wall next to him, you start, “Pretty quiet night here, kink-wise, isn’t it.”
The man in black did not respond to your overture, taking another imperceptibly small sip of his beer.
You tried again, “That’s some really hot gear you have there. Is it all custom?”
Without turning his head to face you, the man in black said in a flat voice loud enough for just you to hear, “What do you want?”
Now that he responded, you didn’t want to seem desperate, so you tried to play it coy, “Oh, you know, the usual. A few beers, having a fun time out, the usual. And you?”
The man in black repeated his earlier question, in the same flat tone, at the same volume so only you could hear, “What do you want?”
“Hey, I’m trying to be friendly here.”
He turned his head to face you directly. Despite being unable to see his eyes, you could feel his gaze boring into you. You could not help but stare back, as you searched for some kind of expression, but only found reflections of the lights of the bar in this rubber face.
When the silence had drawn out, and you were starting to feel small with him staring at you, he repeated himself a final time. “What do you want?”
After a few false starts, you decided that this couldn’t go any worse than it had, so why not just go for it, “I’d like to try on the mitts and the hood. They look so horny.”
The man in black continued to stare at you in silence.
“Uhm, please?”
In the same flat tone he’d been using, the man in black told you “If you want to wear the hood and mitts, you will come home with me, now.”
“Sorry?”
The man in black repeated himself, “If you want to wear the hood and mitts, you will come home with me, now.”
“Uhm, okay, sure. I need to go to the coat check and get my stuff.”
“If you want to wear the hood and mitts, you will come home with me, now.” The man in black put the seemingly full mug of beer on a ledge and started walking towards the front of the bar. Disoriented by his sudden motion, you took a few seconds to follow him up to the front bar, then past the coat check, where he didn’t even slow down.
Right before the exit door, the man in black stopped, turned to you, and held out one of the mitts. “Put your hand in here.”
Deciding to dive in, because you were horny and this guy had some hot gear, you pushed your hand into the heavily padded rubber mitt. As your hand slid in, you noticed it was cool, and slightly lubed, and that each of your fingers slid into their own slot in the mitt. The man in black quickly secured the mitt in place with a buckle, tightening it so it could not be pulled off, but not cutting off circulation. He quickly repeated the procedure with your other hand, then clipped the two mitts together with a carabiner.
While you were looking down at your hands, appreciating the shiny rubber and how immobilized and useless they were, the man in black lifted the thick rubber hood from his bandoleer. It looked very similar to the hood the man in black was wearing. It was shiny, smooth, thick, had no apparent holes for eyes, had a wide cowl, and had a small opening at the mouth.
He lifted the hood up over your head and started pulling down. Your first surprise was how easily it slid over your hair, even with it being so short. There seemed to be some lubrication inside the hood already. The second surprise was the apparent ease with which such thick rubber stretched over your head. As the neck of the hood pulled down over your eyes and was about to fully cover your ears, the man in black said, “Open your mouth.”
You thought the hood had a mouth hole. So as you opened your mouth to ask “Why,” the man in black quickly pulled the hood down all the way down. That’s when the gag you didn’t see quickly snapped into your mouth. With your first probing bite, the gag rapidly inflated and formed around your teeth like an athletic bite guard. There seemed to be a tube or other airway going through the gag, and also into your nostrils. You could thankfully breathe easily.
As you felt the man in black tucking the cowl of the hood under your suit’s collar, you noticed you could see, but it was like looking through dark tinted glass. You also noticed a buzzing noise near your ears until the man in black rubbed and adjusted the hood on both sides of your head. The buzz got louder for just a moment, and then all went silent. The only noise you could hear was the pounding of your heart. It was a shocking level of quiet.
After getting everything settled, the man in black moved back directly in front of you, and you heard his voice in your ears. It was the same calm, flat tone, “Follow me.” Meanwhile, you also saw the words “Follow me” floating in the world in front of you, and then fade away. You were so surprised by this, you missed the man in black attaching a lead to the carabiner holding the mitts together.
The man in black gave the lead a tug and started to exit the bar, pausing long enough for you to start moving. It was obvious from the continuing bulge in your latex that you enjoyed the bondage. The man in black started walking you outside and down the street. He led you along for many blocks. When you needed to stop, or turn, you would hear the single word in your ears, as well as see it projected in front of you.
Your vision was so diminished that you could only see outline of the man in black, and could only see enough of people and objects around you to be able to avoid walking into things. As you were walking, you could make out a quiet and calming slowly pulsing tone. It was pleasant to listen to, and gave your sense of hearing something to latch onto other than the silence and occasional direction.
Somehow, you lost track of time as you finally came to a stop at what you thought was a house. The man in black led you to the side of the building and guided you carefully down a flight of stairs, talking you through the way down. Each sentence was slow, and he waited several heartbeats between sentences.
There are ten stairs here.
You will trust me.
Each step will be easier.
On each number, you will step lower.
Ten, you enjoy this.
Nine, you want this.
Eight, follow me down.
Seven, you enjoy this.
Six, you want to obey.
Five, breathe easily.
Four, you will obey.
Three, your feet are heavy.
Two, you obey.
One, you are down with me.
You found the instructions odd, yet so easy to follow. The humming tone in your ears mixing with the spoken words, combined with the words displayed in front of your eyes just felt so right. If someone had asked you right then, you would not have been able to explain why you were following along so easily.
The man in black walked through a door at the bottom of the stairs, and you followed him, not needing the lead attached to your mitts. The soft squishiness of the mitts felt so comfortable. The hood was so snug and form fitting that you were in heaven.
You entered a large softly-lit room, but nonetheless brighter than the night outside, or the stairwell down. You saw several large, well-cushioned chairs arranged in a circle around the room. Around the edge of the room looked to be racks of latex suits.
You were walked to one of the chairs and directed to sit. The chair was as comfortable as you thought. The man in black removed the carabiner from your mitts and pushed your forearms down on the arm-rests, where clamps came up and anchored your arms in place at the wrists. Then, he reached behind your head, pulling something forward and around, and your head was trapped in place. It had enough give to be able to adjust some, but only a couple of inches.
You watched as the man in black walked across the room to an apparently identical chair, facing you. He sat down, reached up and strapped his own head into place, like he had just done to you. Then he placed his thick-gloved hands on the armrests and you were able to see the clamps lock onto him as well.
This was clearly not what you were expecting. You were working up to possible panic at the idea that you were both restrained now when new words came into your ears and appeared in the air before you.
The drone slave will think what it reads.
it will obey.
it enjoys rubber
it is property.
it enjoys restraint.
it is a slave.
it will follow orders.
it is an it.
This continued for a long time, repeating and varying. Time blurred, and you were fed and cleaned and placed back in the chair, but you don’t remember it happening. In time, you watched the man in black go out and come back with new bodies. This continued until you… until it realized that it wanted to be property, whether it started that way or not.
it was time for it to help the drone acquire more slaves.
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