Written by Goddess Rubber Barbie
In January I made the purchase of a tiny little twistable pup. Upon first meeting, I inspected my property and it was suitable to start him in the training of My rubber Lab experiments Right away.
It was truly a strange twist of fate when we began to look at the lab gear…
A sleek polished steel collar was in the top drawer but was altogether too tiny for My lab use, he smiled his gorgeous winning smile and slipped it around his neck.
“It fits me.”
Oh yes and that would not be the only steel device which would end up fitted around his flesh. Only a few days later, I would force him to wear his heavy steel manacles, two inch thick monstrosities, locked in pretty polished steel bracelets to match his collar. He would wear them driving though uncomfortable and remember his place.
He would always remember that his role as a man, a human male, was over. And he was going to love becoming my pet.
He had to do his cleaning chores. But the ankle weights were rubbing on his legs and he knew I wouldn’t be taking them off. We had already hard enforcement of that rule earlier. So he would learn to crawl slowy and quietly and carry his tools in his mouth. Naked, because the clothes have to be removed at the door. There are no normal males permitted in my lab- only magical creatures.
Tall order for the crawling chained up pup. But as the sun sets I take pity on him. Poor little pup crawling in his chains in misery. The urge to add more bondage to his fragile little puppy frame is just too appetizing.
We won’t be subtracting anything- just adding some more chains around his cock, a rubber warrior mask so his face reflects the colors of the sunset while I make a pretty configuration of his body. For some reason the pup tends to get very hard and drippy during those activities
