Rubber Droid

I am a rubber-droid. I know this because the Voice tells me so.

The Voice is my teacher, guru and Master. What it tells me I know to be true. What it orders I must obey. Obeying the Voice is pure pleasure to me. Obeying the Voice makes my body quiver and tremble. It feels good to obey the Voice. It is my duty, my destiny and my pleasure.

The Voice is always here with me; but it is most insistent when my Master puts me down to recharge at night - then it's quiet, calm words endlessly repeat themselves, swirl and echo around the open and empty chambers of my rubbered mind.

The Voice is my programming: it tells me who I am, what I exist for, how I am to function:

"You are a rubber-droid.
You are receptive to programming
You are the property and pet of your Master.
You exist to please and serve your Master.
Relax and submit to your Master, droid
You are a rubber-droid
You are the property and pet of your Master
Relax and submit to your Master, droid..."

This is what the voice tells me. It repeats these words over and over - my robotic dreams are filled with them. They repeat themselves quietly in my head even when awake.

These words have become my entire world. They are the only truth I know.

I am a rubber-droid.
I am the property and pet of my Master - he created and programmed me to serve and pleasure him.
I exist to serve and obey him - every touch or word from him fills my robotic being with pleasure feedback.
I owe everything to my Master - he created my rubber-body and programmed my robotic mind.
Everything I need, want or desire comes from my Master.
I surrender everything to my creator.
I am a bio-engineered creature of pure rubber. My entire body - bones, skin, teeth - is made of pure rubber. I am naked and hairless. My skin is coated in shiny, black, pliant rubber.
My robotic mind is empty and receptive to His commands.

Although my resting state is humanoid in shape, my rubber body is pliant and adaptable - it can be reformed on command to any shape or specification: mannequin, furniture, man or dog. I receive great pleasure when my Master alters my body in this way.

This rubber body is also capable of intense sensory feedback: the merest touch from my Master's hand gives me intense, orgasmic pleasure; every word He speaks to me fills me with love and wellbeing. My Master designed and programmed me this way. I love my Master for giving me such pleasure in obeying his commands.

I exist to please and serve my Master. It is my only purpose and pleasure.

I can only dimly remember when I was first created. I most remember when my rubber skin was applied: there is the hazy memory of my skin burning a little, and then the burning being replaced by a cool spray as the liquid latex was applied to me. I remember several coats being applied. It felt good.

I remember the first time I was allowed to see my newly created rubber body - seeing the naked and completely hairless body reflected in the mirrors that line the Master's workshop. Seeing the lights reflected from the shiny black skin. I remember being strangely excited at the sight of that completely smooth, seamless rubber skin. I remember marveling at the perfection of it: the thick rubber coating made some details a little less distinct, but I could still see every muscle and veins of my underlying robotic body. The rubber shone and gleamed, and as my body moved under my Master's commands I could see the way the rubber stretched and reformed itself perfectly around every joint and muscle. I remember my strange excitement at seeing this rubber-skinned form - I remember a strange feeling of transformation or metamorphosis - almost as if there had been a time when this body had looked different, felt different...

It is strange, but it does sometimes feel as if I have not always been like this... that I did not always look like this... it disturbs me when I feel like that - I always tell my Master when those feelings come over me - That is when my Master takes me down into his workshop for a full system augment...

A full system augment means that glitches in my programming have altered His original settings. A full system augment will reprogram me. The instruments and recordings in His workshop help to remove the glitches within my Master's careful programming. They help to re-establish my original settings, and remove the strangely uncomfortable feelings that I have not always been this way... After a full system augment I am fully my Master's creation again - fully assimilated to his command.

My Master returns me to his workshop for a System Augment. My Master's workshop is also where I am laid down for recharging - unless my Master wishes me to stay with Him after I have served him every night...

There is a large rubber-topped and padded workbench in the centre of the room. Banks of computers and instruments surround it. There are also many mirrors. When my master places me on the bench, I can see myself reflected from many angles; Master says this is essential for the sensory feedback that re-affirms my system programming.

My Master spends some time connecting me to the various instruments and computers - he attaches wires to my fingers and pads to my chest. Sometimes he also places instruments and tubes right inside my body - most often this includes an object within my anal cavity; sometimes it also means tubes inserted into every other orifice. I am not sure if I enjoy that part - but my Master tells me it is necessary, and so I obey Him and lie very still whilst he works...

The final part of equipment is a large helmet that encases my head. There is a visor that can be raised or lowered. Within it there is a small screen. Upon this screen my Master is able to project images: sometimes I think these pictures are live video feeds from the various camera's in the workshop; sometimes I think they are previous recordings...

The images work in harmony with the Voice. During a full system augment, the Voice repeats my full programming - affirmations of my name, state and purpose; lists of orders and commands and my programmed response to them... The Voice repeats the programming over and over. The images accompany the Voice - sometimes they illustrate what the voice is saying.

The images show rubber-skinned creatures like myself. Sometimes I think they might be me. Sometimes the images show real men wearing various rubber outfits. These men seem to be very excited about wearing their rubber clothing. Some of them wear such tight clothing it is almost as if they have a rubber skin like me. These men sometimes act like they are also robots. These are the images that I like the best. It is strangely exciting for me to see real men pretending to be rubber-droids; to see them covering their pink skins with suits of black rubber, hiding their heads behind hoods and gasmasks, obeying commands...

I do not know why, but there is one set of images that is most exciting to me: It shows a young - he lies upon a bench very like my Master's workbench. He is limp, and his eyes are open but blank - he appears to be drugged. There is a look of intense but relaxed pleasure on his face.

A man comes - he is tall and wears a full rubber suit and hood. For a moment he stands over the young man - he reaches out a gloved hand and strokes the man's cheek, trails his finger across his jaw and down his chest. The young man moans quietly, but seems unable to move.

The Rubberman gently takes the young man's wrists and fastens them to some chains at the top of the bench; he does the same with his feet. The young man is stretched, spread-eagled upon the bench. He looks strangely vulnerable and helpless...

The Rubberman takes out a shaver - it buzzes as the blades slide over the young man's body. Where it passes you can see the hair fall in small tufts. The Rubberman works slowly and carefully - he passes the shaver over every inch of the young mans body: his chest, arms, legs, feet and hands - even the groin and arse. The Rubberman leaves the young man's head to last - the hair falls thick and dark from the young man's head as the blades buzz over his skull...

The Rubberman then carefully applies a white cream to the young man's naked body - for a moment the calm face twitches and looks pained - the Rubberman notices this and places a muzzle over his face for a few moments, when he takes it away the young man's eyes close and he seems to become even more relaxed. Again the Rubberman covers the young man's entire body in the cream, even his head and face. When the Rubberman finally removes the cream the young man's body seems even smoother - it even seems to shine under the lights.

The camera zooms into the young man's body. Naked, hairless and shining the young man looks less human - without his hair he even looks a little like a droid...

The next image shows the man standing with his arms out to the sides. As the camera watches a patch of grey appears on his stomach, it spreads and grows, slowly covering his entire torso. As the patch of grey moves across the young mans body the Rubberman comes into view; he holds a spray gun and carefully applies layers of liquid latex to the young man's still and silent naked body. The images show the young man being covered in multiple layers of liquid latex. As each layer dries it goes from pale grey to deep glossy black. Each layer makes the young man's features less distinct. Each layer removes even more of his human identity. Each layer makes his naked and hairless body appear more and more robot like...

I feel a stir of excitement as I lie upon my Master's workbench and watch these images on the screen - there is something strangely familiar about seeing the slow transformation of this young man's human form to something resembling the seamless and glossy black perfection of my own body - the gift and creation of my Master. As I watch, the Voice echoes in my ears and reminds me of the excitement I feel at being made of pure rubber - that many men yearn to have a rubber skin that contains and defines them. That men sometimes come to my Master to be given a rubber skin like mine. That some men even beg Him to change them into a robot such as I...

The images continue - they show the rubber-skinned young man over what must be several days.

Sometimes he lies upon the workbench, with tubes and instruments inserted into his body - The rubberman moves around him, whilst the equipment hums and clicks, recording details of his brain waves and physiological status. At times the computers seem to be feeding data back into the young man...

The camera sometimes shows the Rubberman merely standing by the young man's head, gloved hand gently stroking his smooth bald head - He talks quietly to the prone figure; seems to be repeating the same phrases over and over. The young man seems to relax under the Rubberman's touch; at times it is even as if he yearns for these quiet moments...

Once the camera showed the Rubberman as he stroked the young mans rubber-skinned body - applying a glossy polish to his already shining rubber form. At His touch the young man got hard - moans and gasps escaped his rubbered lips. The Rubberman seemed to be pleased with this reaction, and began to stroke and tease the young man more - talking to him all the time, telling him what a good boy he was - how much he loved the touch of his Master upon his rubber skin. At his words the young man twitched and moaned even more. The Rubberman rubbed and stroked the shiny black cock and balls. His other gloved hand moved over the naked body, stroking, touching, teasing... finally the Rubberman gave a spoken command: the young man's back arched in pleasure and white cum oozed out of the black dildo that was now his cock. He seemed to cum for ages - each spurt accompanied by another moan; the white cum looked amazing against the glossy black of his skin. Finally the Rubberman scooped up some of the cum into his rubber-gloved hand - the young man licked and sucked His fingers as He fed it back to him - this seemed to excite the young man a great deal...

The instruments and computers recorded everything impassively...

The film continues - each time the screen shows the young man he appears less and less human. His movements are slower now, less organic - the layers of rubber that coat his flesh make him stiff and he cannot move as easily as he could before. His eyes are the only part that shows that he is still human - they stare blankly out of the shiny rubber mask that is now his face...

Sometimes the young man stands before a mirror - his movements are sluggish, drugged - but his eyes shine. He stands before the mirror and his hands move over his body - exploring his new found rubber-flesh. The eyes stare hungrily out of the blank mask - greedily take in every inch of rubber. His tongue licks his lips, tasting the rubber that coats them. Sometimes he raises his hands before his face - stares at them, even sniffs them - you can hear his moans and gasps as he does so... At times his rubber lips move as he mumbles to himself - as he repeats to himself over and over: "I really am rubber - I really am changing into a rubber-droid!"... Sometimes the camera zooms into the young man's face - shows the overwhelming excitement that shines in his eyes as he repeats these words to himself...

Each time the screen shows the young man he appears more and more like a droid. As I lie on my Master's workbench and watch these images - allow them to complete their task of reprogramming - I find myself excited by the changes I see in him. Excited as his human form slowly changes, becomes more and more like my own body. More and more like a creation of my Master's...

As I watch and am reprogrammed by the images and the Voice, I think of how much this young man would love to serve my Master. I even wonder if this young man might be one of those men the Voice tells me about - men like those that I have seen at the clubs that Master sometimes takes me to... The men who stand and watch as I serve my Master, and obey his every command without question... The men who stare hungrily as my body morphs and changes to His command... the men who the Voice tells me envy my own state - the men who beg my master to change them, transform them - mutate and assimilate their bodies and minds to become droids like myself...

The film ends with a full body shot of the young man. His body shines glossy black under the lights. His skin is covered in a perfect, seamless rubber coating. His body seems more muscular now - the rubber that coats him also defines and restricts him - makes his body more perfect than it was before. The blackness of it draws the eyes, absorbs and reflects the light...

There is one change from before - now he wears reflective lenses in his eyes - they reflect his own distorted self-image back to him from the mirrors that line the room. He looks and all he can see is his own rubber form. Nothing remains of his earlier human appearance...

The camera pans back. Seated in a chair is the Rubberman. He watches the rubber-skinned being before him. His eyes shine within the mask - there is a look of pride and ownership there. He speaks to the rubber-creature - his creation and his Masterpiece:

"Who are you, boy?"

The creature stands before the mirror - it's blank shining eyes reflect back the glossy image of it's rubber-body... the camera pans into the rubber-creatures face, as it does so the image is overlaid with a live feed back of my own body, lying upon my Master's workbench, and surrounded by the instruments that are re-programming me to be his perfect droid and slave...

The camera zooms in until our two faces are overlaid - one over the other - there is a perfect match.

For a moment there is a flash of realisation - a flash of pure excitement as I realise the truth of what I have seen. There is a brief instant where I remember *everything* that my Master has done for me in granting my begged wish to become his droid... then all I feel is a wash of intense orgasmic pleasure as the programming is completed and I once more submit completely - *willingly* - to my Master's command...

Our lips move in unison, as both the transformed young man and I repeat the same words - the words of our programming - the words that have become our only Truth:

"I am a rubber-droid.
I am the property and pet of my Master - he created and programmed me to serve and pleasure him.
I exist to serve and obey him - every touch or word from him fills my robotic being with pleasure feedback. I owe everything to my Master - he created my rubber-body and programmed my robotic mind. Everything I need, want or desire comes from my Master.
I surrender everything to my creator.
I am a bio-engineered creature of pure rubber. My entire body - bones, skin, teeth - is made of pure rubber. I am naked and hairless. My skin is coated in shiny, black, pliant rubber.
My robotic mind is empty and receptive to His commands..."