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chained rubberworm

you are kneeling in front of Me, your head and body devoided of any hair.

Five years ago, you have agreed to become My slave.

you have accepted that I determine your future.

you were a perfect slave.

As you know,I found another slave; I think that he is more beautiful, more dedicated than you.

For months now, I am considering to make you less than the slave you are, to transform you into an object, a creature, unworthy to be considered a human.

you non longer are useful as a slave to me.

I could decide to fire you or sell you for a very small amount of money to a new Master ;

But I won’t let you go, free to have a life not dependent on Me

you entered My life, you are going to stay there.

you are wondering why you have not been put in the dungeon since last Sunday.

you are now going to know why :

In some minutes, you will be processed to make you the rubberworm I demand you to become.

I decided that you will be locked in this dungeon that you built yourself five years ago, and that My new slave has just finished to reorganize for your future :

He embeded in the walls, the ceiling and the ground the rings to which will be padlocked all the heavy chains that you will have to carry permanently. The toilet, the table, the bed and the seat have been removed and destroyed, and there is now nothing in the dungeon, except the chains and the irons that are waiting for you.

For the rest of your miserable life, you will be encased head to toe in heavy, thick, waterproof black rubber ; that’s why all your hair has definitely been removed. Rubber will be your permanent skin, and you will permanently remain soaking in it.

For the rest of your miserable life, all your holes, ass, ears, mouth, nose, will be invaded by gags, plugs and rubber pipes ; you will be fed through a funnel and your object food will flow into your stomach through the tube that will be inserted into your throat.

For the rest of your miserable life, your cock and your balls will definitely be locked permanently in a steel pod lined with spikes, after a tube has been inserted into your cock; your ass will also be tubed : you will lose any control over juices and shit that will come out of your flesh ; they will slowly fill your thick and waterproof rubberprison, that will never be removed but will be drained and flushed once a week.

your head as your body will be buried beneath the rubber that will not show the slightest inch of your filthy worm skin ; for the rest of your miserable life,you’ll be blind, deaf, dumb, and you will languish in the darkness of your rubber enclosure in My dungeon.

Over this rubber enclosure, a collar, a belt, several shackles , all made of thick and heavy steel will be screwed around your neck, your waist, your wrists, above your elbows and your booted ankles.

Heavy chains will be welded to the neck collar, the waist belt and the irons around your ankles, and will link them to each other ; your wrist irons will be locked in the heavy manacles welded to each side of the steel belt ; the irons screwed over your elbows will be linked together in your back by a very short chain, making your hands and arms unuseful.

Other chains, just as heavy, will be added and welded to the collar, belt and boots, and will be padlocked to the rings sealed in the ceiling, the walls and floor of the dungeon.

For the rest of your miserable life,you no longer will be able to stand up, because of the weight of the chains added to the thickness of the rubber that will only allow you to remain lying and crawling on the ground of the dungeon, as a worm like you must do.

But, before processing you, I want you to see the rubberenclosure that will be sealed on your body : I want you to see the mask with the funnel and the corrugated tube attached to it that will invade your mouth, I want you to see the black pipe that will descend into your stomach, I want you to see the tube that will be inserted in your cock and your bladder, I want you to see the steel chastity pod in which your cock and balls will definitely be tightly encased, I want you to see the large tube that will oblige your ass to remain open. I want you to see the plugs that will be inserted into you ears. I want you to see the rubber bands that will seal the rubbersuit, after you have been enclosed in it.

I also want you to see the irons that will be locked around your neck, waist, wrists, arms, ankles. I want you to see all the chains that will be welded to these irons, making you a miserable and stupid rubbercreature crawling on the ground.

And finally, what I didn’t tell you before, I want you to see the steel harness that will enclose your rubber covered head and block your jaws around the gag and the pipe invading your mouth.

I want you to see the dungeon as it has been prepared for you, and where you will spend the rest of your life.

Before going downstairs, and showing everything to you, I ask you a last question, slave :

After hearing this, have you anything to tell Me ?

-« this slave thanks Master for allowing it to speak ; this slave thanks Master for keeping it with Him, this slave knows that everything Master wants is the best for it. It knows also that when Master decides to transform it into a worm, it’s because it does not deserve anything else. When sealed in rubber, when crushed by the weight of the chains, it will, as long as it will endure this fate, always think to Master, and always thank Him ; when it will feel that its stomach is being filled with the food Master is pouring in the funnel, ii will will be grateful for Master feeding it. When the rubberprison will be drained and flushed, it will thank Master for taking care of it. Even if it knows that it will never have the possibility to utter a word when Master will visit it the dungeon, it will always try to show how grateful it is to be allowed to remain upon Master’s control.-«

Thank you, slave. I was not expecting anything else from you.

I only want to add one last thing:

My new slave will be in control of you.

Not Me.

I do not want to have to take care of a chained worm.

When I decide to visit you in your hole, it only will be for My pleasure.

I will enjoy looking at a black rubbercreature, hearing the noise of its chains and having the possibility to kick it, to piss and cum in the funnel attached to the steel harness encasing its rubberenclosed head.

Now, let’s go downstairs. Look well at what you will see, slave, look at all this rubber, all these chains, look at the dungeon : you will never see anything else.

You will have five minutes to look at everything. During this time, I do not want to hear any complain from you. At the end of these five minutes, i’ll put a black hood on your face, and you will then be sedated and processed.

You were a good slave. You will be a perfect chained rubberworm.

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