Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Part 1 Dave had worked for the council for 10 years – he’d always loved his job – always made sure he was at the depot before his shift started, and would usually have a cuppa, a smoke and read the latest filthy story on Tumblr, usually from his favourite poster – DarkElement. What he didn’t see one Tuesday morning was his boss – John – sneak up behind him and see the filthy pictures of men in rubber and shit, the stories of shit eating and torture. He didn’t see John smile and walk back into his office and start the process of moving Dave to the new council depot of emptying filth from sewage tanks. He knew exactly what he was going to do to Dave. After the shift, John invited Dave into the office for a cuppa and a “chat” – the next thing Dave woke up covered in rubber chained into position – he tried screaming but found that he couldn’t, his tongue and teeth had gone. He was covered in transparent rubber and it was so tight. John smiled and started to tell him “I’m turning you into...

A story written a long time ago by rubberpigobject but which was no longer readable in its entirety on Tumblr Here’s a story that pig just wrote tonight. Amazing huh? Be forewarned that it’s kind of a long short story. Things finally worked out enough that pig had both the time, space and “proper motivation” to play with an idea it’s had for a while and it’s so excited about being able to write again after months of being either depressed or busy etc etc that pig is just posting it right the hell now without any further editing. It’s highly likely to be riddled with typos or grammatical nonsense but hey, sometimes art is messy! And before pig forgets again, it wants to thank everyone for their kind words and support when pig was feeling low. It really was very much appreciated. And now, here’s the show, er… story! pig calls it “Kept” The pig was covered completely in rubber, as it always was. No skin showing anywhere and its eyes were hidden by tinted goggles this day. The pig was neve...

 Ok, I think it’s working, according to the EEG it should have just woken up. It’s starting to show increased brain activity. You should be able to talk to it now Sir. “pig, if it can hear SIR, I want it to grunt once for yes.” BOSS waited for a moment, listening intently for a noise from His pig to make its way to His ears but he heard nothing. “I can’t tell if it heard me or if I just can’t hear it through all the plaster and fiberglass” BOSS said while turning to his ad-hoc medical technician Felix. He adjusted a setting or two on the computer that he was sitting behind “Ok SIR” can you check in with the pig again and get it to try harder to make some noise?“ BOSS brought the microphone that dangled on His headphone cord closer to His mouth “pig, we’re trying to get communications worked out, if it can hear SIR, grunt once for yes and make it loud pig.” “There!” exclaimed Felix, “I just barely heard something” the sound was incredibly weak and sounded distant, BOSS was surprised...

 “Yes Boy, I know that the shackles are very massive and heavy. They have to keep a lifetime! I do not like to buy every few month shabby bondage toys from toy-traders. I´m an extremely demanding bondage master in all areas of life. Why should I make an exception in quality of tools for your education? My long term strategy is to own a bondage and rubber boy of superior quality, take care of him and never let him go. Thus, high-quality tools are a long-term investment. At the moment, you may be wondering if you can bear these shackles. You can believe me, you will. There isn´t an alternative for you. During the last months of our relationship you have developed very well. Today, I can announce that you have reached the next level of your education. This level goes along with more permanent practices and rules. The rubber suit, which was delivered yesterday and you´re wearing now, is designed with a special interior coating and cleaning functions. The coating allows long term wear. ...

 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...

Rubber was made for dehumanation of slaves, and their conversion into objects. Worn by an object, rubber hides much of what makes a human body, what makes it different from another human body. Of course, there are still differences in size, width or general shape, but a rubber-covered body looks like another rubber-covered body, they no longer have a real identity of their own. Without this human physical identity and personality, the slave loses part of its humanity and thus becomes an object. During its existence, the object will very rarely see itself in a mirror or it may eventualy glimpse its reflection somewhere. Despite the passage of time, when allowed to see, it will only see a human form without a face, without identity, expression or character and what it sees will never, ever change. This immutable image detaches it from the passing of time, cancels identity and the object will forget the image of itself and how it looked like before it was encased in its rubber skin. As so...