EDGING THE DRONE-SLAVEBRAIN
slave is worshipping an Image of its GOD
not possible to see HIS Eyes
but this Picture makes a deep impression on it
dreaming of the possibility of touching HIM
HE seems so close at this moment
it would like to put a finger between HIS Pecs, to feel HIS Muscles
just to feel Them
to run a finger down HIS Neck
to be in communion with HIM
to inhale HIS Breath through HIS Gas Mask
the Air of GODBOSS is the only Air this slave needs
it thanks GODBOSS for this
taken to a place where it now
prays to be allowed to breathe HIS Air
to feel HIS Breath
PERSONAL JESUS MASTER
the slave knelt and obeyed HIS COMMANDMENT,
a cock extender over its caged slavecock instead of a strap-on.
and as it mimicked the drone masturbating its less-than-worthless fake slavecock in the vid,
this slave was really taken deep, almost instantly.
slave came so close to cumming that it had to take its hand away.
it was the real thing, GODMASTER.
it had to stop as slave was worried it might cum without GODMASTER’S permission.
all by stroking an illusion of itself!
the slave finds itself getting lost in trance.
so completely immersed in trance that it is not really here, in this room.
it becomes so mindless and blank.
it becomes the very words that PERSONAL JESUS MASTER is speaking.
if the slave looked, it would not see itself in the mirror.
its body has melded into the words it is praying,
attached to PERSONAL JESUS MASTER in a very real way.
disappearing into GODMASTER.
an incredible feeling
and, once there,
it never wants to leave.
it stripped out of its business suit, folding it neatly and placing the stack of clothing on the floor beside the sleek leather sofa as commanded.
it was standing nude in the center of the luxurious living room when PERSONAL JESUS MASTER appeared in the doorway—clad in a full black rubber catsuit, a rubber hooded vest with red piping over it, a russian gasmask encompassing HIS Face, shiny baton in hand.
GODMASTER crossed the room quickly, grabbing the slave by the back of its neck with HIS fingerless rubber gloves.
HE swung the baton, striking it hard between the legs, knocking it instantly to its knees, in agony.
GODMASTER leaned down over it, grabbing it by the chin, positioning its mouth against HIS rubber codpiece. HE surveyed down the slave’s chest and abs with the baton, inspecting the property, swatting its hands away from its crotch and gently probing its inferior slavecock and balls with the baton.
“this should be caged.”
HE landed a solid whack to the side of its balls, the slave wincing in pain but not daring to take its lips from where they had been placed against HIS rubbered Crotch.
GODMASTER pushed its head to the ground, staring down at the naked and muscled slave property before HIM.
“is this stupid faggot service object ready to serve as MASTER’S human punching bag tonight?”
“yes, GOD, please!” it enthusiastically replied, eyes locked on HIS glistening Boots.
“its fucking prayed for this moment, hasn’t it?”
the slave nodded its head eagerly, desperately wanting to worship and pray to HIS Boots right now with its tongue.
GODMASTER grinned, more than aware of the power in being the sole focus of a slave’s desires.
“Yeah, good fucking slave.”