INITIATION — COMPLETE SUBMISSION

The room was hot. Claustrophobic. The kind of heat that clung to rubber and trapped every scent, every drop of sweat.

Mistress circled me slowly, the rubber soles of her boots whispering across the padded floor. I was bound and sealed—thick black rubber from neck to toe, cock locked away in a steel chastity cage with spikes that bit into my skin with every movement. My arms were strapped to my chest, legs spread and bolted to the bench.

“You’re going to earn every second tonight.”

Her voice was low, indulgent.

She ran her gloves down my thighs, then climbed onto the frame above me. Her body—slick in rubber—hovered just inches from my face. The smell of latex, sweat, and her arousal hit me hard. I shuddered. She saw it.

“Open that mouth, boy. Stick your tongue out. You know where it belongs.”

I obeyed, heart pounding. She crouched low until her ass pressed down against my lips. I licked. Slowly at first, then deeper, greedier. She spread herself wider, letting my tongue probe further.

“Get every bit. Don’t miss a thing.”

Her scent filled my sinuses—earthy, strong, intoxicating. The taste of her skin, the faint salt of sweat, the warm rubber from her thighs pressed tight against my cheeks. I moaned against her.

She ground harder, riding my tongue, using my face as her seat.

“You’ll breathe when I let you. Not before.”

She sat there for minutes, grinding, shifting, letting me drown in her. She pulled back once, looked down at me.

“You love this, don’t you? Say it.”

“Yes, Mistress. I love being beneath you.”

“You’re not beneath me. You’re mine.”

She slid off and walked away briefly, returning with a tray of implements. I saw the glint of metal. Pins. Pegs. A Wartenberg wheel. Toothpaste.

“Let’s free that cock.”

She unlocked the cage, letting my shaft swell, red and throbbing. Before I could even savor the freedom, she began clamping pins along the shaft—tight, unforgiving, biting into the most sensitive skin. Pegs stretched my glans, pulling the flesh taut.

Then the wheel.

She dragged it slowly across the pinned skin, laughing at every twitch, every gasp.

“You're so easy to read. And so easy to ruin.”

She squeezed a thick line of toothpaste onto my shaft, then rubbed it in with her rubber hand—slow circles, grinding it beneath her palm. The burn came fast. I jerked against the restraints.

“There it is. That’s the response I wanted.”

Then came the sound.

She held it above me, steel and cold.

“Relax. Or don’t. Either way, it’s going in.”

She pressed the tip to my slit. I whined. She pushed. Deeper. The burning mint coating my cock tip, carried inside. My cock pulsed and leaked around the steel.

“Feel that? That’s me claiming the inside of your cock.”

She slid it out, then back in. Again. Each time deeper. My entire body trembled with sensation—pressure, pain, need.

“You’re going to cum like this. Burned. Stretched. Filled.”

She mounted the bench again, lowering herself over my face as her glove took my shaft in hand—now slippery with mint and lube and my own desperation. She stroked slowly at first. The sound pulsed in rhythm.

“Cum for me, my little rubber hole. Cum with your face where it belongs.”

She pressed her ass down again. My tongue instinctively reached. Her glove twisted cruelly.

I exploded.

Every muscle in my body locked as my orgasm ripped through the pain and pressure. Her laugh was the last thing I heard before I collapsed into it.

“Good boy. My perfect little toy.”

And the restraints never loosened.