If only this was real. 😢

How does someone become a chav drone?

It's all in the assimilation process. The hivemind uses advanced algorithms to analyse your browsing habits. When the algorithms get a 99.9% hit the hive will commence the program.

The hive assumes control of the chav lad's computer and commences streaming spirals and subliminal messaging. At this point the chav lad enters an irreversible program.

A package arrives with a gasmask and drone fuel poppers which the lad has been subliminally programmed to wear. These erase the lad's human mind as he watches the spirals on the screen.

By the time the second package arrives the lad's human feels have been completely erased. It has been gooning non stop to chav and rubber porn for 3 days. It is craving its new rubber skin.

It dons the rubber skin and immediately feels the new normal. It continues to goon as it conditions to its new rubber skin and the hive reprograms its empty brain.

It is ready to serve. It craves only the drone fuel, its rubber skin, other chav drones and endless sexual pleasure servivng the hive. It has no human feels. It has no human memories. It is an obedient drone unit.

Are you ready for that?

I can honestly say that I would offer myself to this individual if given a chance. Accepting any rules he declared, presenting my manhood for his chastity device, offering my neck for his chain, my rear for his pleasure, and my tongue to keep his boots shiny & presentable. He would be my Master, and I would be his obedient slave. Permanently wearing his rubber catsuit, chastity device, chain, ranger boots, and gas mask. Accepting his authority, absorbing his aroma, and keeping myself as he preferred. Sleeping in his slave cage, kept secured and silent, for I am forever his Drone, his Slave, his Pup, his toy.

Alas this burning desire, will never happen for me. I am not as lucky as others in my position. Congratulations to those bois, pups, drones who have managed to find a Sir, Boss, or Master to keep you as you should be kept.

In the slim chance that the GOD in this image see’s this. Please honour me with a message.

After receiving an unexpected promotion at work, Adam had gone out to his local to celebrate. During the night many revellers had bought him strange and exotic cocktails, but he thought nothing of it. It wasn’t until Adam woke the next day that he discovered something was wrong.

Adam awoke to strange sensation, his skin felt cold and wet to the touch. Removing the duvet, Adam was met with a shiny black goo like substance creeping up his legs and chest. Freaking out at the sight Adam tried to get up, only to find his legs paralysed he couldn’t escape. The goo slowly grew over his chest, as it did his muscles began to inflate and grow in size, becoming more athletic, it felt nice yet alarming. As he lay there, slowly loosing control of his body a tendril of black rubbery goo lashed up towards his face and began to slither into his ear. As it did a familiar voice began to sound. It was his new boss Shaun. “Relax Adam, let the promotion take over, become the drone we all know you should be.” Adam tried to resist as more tendril lashed up and held his face still. The pain and dread in his mind began to fade as the voice began to repeat “Focus Drone”. Adam tried to resist, yet eventually succumbed becoming the a new addition to the Controllers Legion.

I wish to one day wake up, covered in a permanent rubber suit, doc Martians, and a gas-mask. Forever the Drone Controllers, obedient drone.

I wish this was me. Any officers want a willing captive? Or even an unwilling one?

All the jingles

Patrick grabbed Tom by the neck and threw him against the brick wall in the alleyway. Both men stared into each others eyes as Tom's lip quivered for a moment. Patrick's 6'7" broad and muscular frame towered over Tom as he placed a hand on the wall behind. Tom felt the wall as Patrick slowly moved his finger up Tom's body armour. Tom's manhood twitched as Patrick began to draw circles on the armour, before abruptly stopping and stepping away. Tom felt discouraged and sighed as Patrick slowly moved away. Then from nowhere Patrick quickly turned back and squarely punched Tom in his armoured torso. Tom's flagpole immediately stood to attention as the force of Patrick's strike vibrated through the armour and into his defined body. Slightly winded, Tom bend over in response to the strike. Patrick's hands quickly spun Tom around and pushed him into the wall face first. Patrick then began to push Tom's feet apart with his booted foot before grasping Tom's hands and bringing them behind his back. With a quick, cold, clicking sound, Tom's hands where handcuffed behind his back. His erect penis trying to dig a hole in the brick wall. Patrick held Tom against the wall with one strong, muscular hand while reaching for his radio. "1642 & 1932 going on break." The radio fell silent for a moment before a female voice responded with "Acknowledged 1642. Enjoy your break Sir." Patrick then grasped the back of Tom's collar, dragged him away from the wall, then whispered into Tom's ear, before marching him deeper into the alleyway. "Oh, I will."

As you round the corner of the building, heading towards the car park, a figure blocks your path. The first thing you notice is his boots, gleaming under the light of a nearby street-lamp, they almost call to you. Your gaze is fixated on them for a few moments, and you feel a twitch in your trousers. “You like them boi” says a deep voice. Realising the figure is referring to you, you slowly look up to see him standing with a baseball bat over his muscular shoulders. His biceps bulge as he lowers the bat off his shoulder and grips it with his right hand menacingly. You stumble over your words before clearing your throat, “Excuse me, I must be going.” As you attempt to move around the figure to the side he steps in front of you. His muscular body feels like a wall as you bounce off his chest. “You’re not excused, we have business”. You back away as he steps forward towards you, the boots making a satisfying thud on the hard ground. You continue backing up until you hit the wall, and then the figure quickly places a hand on the wall above your right shoulder, causing the baseball bat to rest on your neck, as he grins, you feel your trousers get tight around your crotch. With his now free hand he draws a line with his index finger from your neck, down past your abs and torso, until he reaches your quivering cock. With a quick move he grabs it through your trousers and leans in. As his hand tightens around your erection, causing you intense pleasure, he whispers in your ear. “You belong to me boi”. His hand tightens again and you feel yourself sweating heavily with pleasure. Getting lost in the moment you fail to notice the incoming danger, as two hands grasp your arm and shoulder tightly from either side of you. Looking down your see the hands on either side of you are covered in a strange black material, their grips tighten and as the skin headed figure steps back you feel your shoulders being rolled forward and your hands being pushed behind your back. Panicked at the two rubbered figure restraining you, you attempt to free yourself yet their grips are like iron bands. A moment later you feel the pressure of cold metal wrapping itself around your wrists and the unmistakable sound of ratchets on handcuffs clicking shut. As you are pushed down to your knees, you hear the cold robotic sound of “Sir, target detained. Standing by for orders.” Emanated from the two rubbered figures. From your kneeling position you feel the baseball bat slowly moving up your body until it is under your chin, before it forces you head. Your eyes meet the gaze of the skinhead who hocks up a spit at you. The warm slippery alpha spit, slowly drips down your face and into the corner of your mouth. “Take him to the reconditioning centre, I look forward to having my boots cleaned by this Drone” The figure begins to walk away as you feel a gas mask getting forced onto your head. “Resistance is futile, you will obey” Shaking your head violently but in vain, the gas mask is sealed to your face as a warm gas is released. Holding your breath for as long as you can, you eventually take a deep gulp of contaminated air, your vision slowly blurs as your muscles relax. As you slowly drift to sleep you feel yourself being dragged along the floor, and as you lose consciousness you begin to hear a rhythmic pattern. “You will obey, You will obey, Drone will obey”

Not only do I welcome it, I willingly accept it in any form the reprogramming comes in. I want to be turned into a drone, seriously I can’t stress this enough.

remix

Nothing can prepare you for the DRONE invasion. You will COMPLEY. You will OBEY. You will SERVE. DRONE COMPLIES DRONE OBEYS DRONE SERVES Any DRONE CONTROLLERS in need of another DRONE to swell the ranks, reach out.

Everybody has dark secrets. Those secret interests which stay hidden from the world. Not me though, my secret is a deep dark desire, a pulsating passion which i want to complete more than once. Maybe you could help?

I want to experience a truly beautiful thing. I want to be kidnapped, restrained, dragged away by muscular rubber drones. Locked into an apparatus, forced to listen to and watch Drone Reinforcement Hypnosis. Slowly becoming a Drone. Slick, Black, encapsulating Rubber placed, piece by piece around my body. Teased, and edged, as my soon to be Drone brothers closely inspect my body, caressing every inch. My now rubbered feet, forced into the foot ware of Identical Brother Drones, Docs. The full body rubber suit works it’s way up my quivering body slowly, clasping around my muscular form. I try to fight, yet I am suppressed and held back by my Rubber Drone Brothers as the thick heavy gas mask is permanently placed around my face an head. The invasive intoxicating gas empties my mind as the reinforcement program continues. My Drone Brothers bring me close to excitement for the last time as a new set of rubbered hands slide a cage around my manhood, locking it down, allowing my now conditioned mind to obey. I am then moved, the Drone Programming still cycling through my mind, into a new black room. Swirling patters dance across every wall as speakers blast more Drone Reprogramming. Eventually I find myself on the streets with my Drone Brothers, hinting down the next victim to add to our Controllers Drone Collective.

Yet it’s only a desire, a dream, a deep dark unfulfilled secret… for now???

If your a Dom who likes this, and wants to help make it a reality, feel free to get in contact. Who knows, we might just get on.

You awake with a gasp for air. Cold and shivering your pant as your heart seemingly beats out of your chest. Freezing cold water drips from your wet face onto the concrete floor. You attempt to wipe your face with your hand, yet find it unable to move as some invisible bind holds it in place. Looking down to see thick hempen rope wrapping around your naked body rather tightly, like a coiled snake ready to constrict its prey further. “Cunts awake boss” yells a voice from behind. You hear heavy footsteps approach before a cold leather hand is placed firmly on your shoulder. You try to jerk it off, yet feel it’s grip tighten. As you do another gloved hand slither it’s way around your next and up over your mouth and nose holding them tightly shut. As they do another figure steps forward. This one wears a balaclava and skin gear, though you notice the gleaming boots more. You find it difficult to breath for a few moments and begin to panic, trying to shake the hand free by moving but find your body uncooperative. Suddenly the figure in front waves his hand and you gasp for air. He steps forward, leans down and says “You will do as you are told, obeying every command. If you don’t” the booted god pauses and clicks his fingers, the leather hand suddenly wraps around your mouth and nose a second time. “I will have no use for you”

Yes Sir. Anything Sir. They taste fantastic Sir. May I request more polish from you Sir.

Definitely! Anybody else???

Just the night? I’d spend as long as you wanted me too in that. 😜

Me. Any day, anytime.

Who wants to lick MY Shinny boots and gear?

Carl had been chatting online to a guy who wanted to turn him into a boot worshipping boi fro a few weeks but nothing seemed to be going anywhere, That was until Carl got home from work to find his front door kicked in. Walking in curiously, carl stepped over broken glass as he made his way around the house, looking to see what had been taken. yet everything was in its place. When he arrived in the bedroom though, he was met with a collection of clothing items laid on the floor with a note. Picking up the note, Carl instantly got hard. “Put it all on now” curiously grew into excitement as Carl began to strip down. Standing naked over the clothing he went to pick up the top, but was stopped by a gloved hand which wrapped a rag around his nose and mouth, restricting his breathing. As he gasped for air a sweet aroma filled his mind, calming him. Fighting and loosing the now encapsulating calming scent, carls arms began to relax and fall to his side. His eyelids dropped and breathing slowed. Eventually he was unconscious, being held up by whomever had invaded his home. “Another cunt for the boss” said a deep voice. “Better get the boi geared up now, why do the cunts always fall for it” said a second voice.

Definitely something that would make a drone, a drone.

I accept.

Reblog if you give explicit permission and accept being covertly hypnotized without your conscious awareness.

The creek of leather boots, squeak through the darkened room. Somebody approaches, not that you can see them. You try to adjust your eyes but something is covering them. Going to remove the blindfold you find that your hands are bound behind your back, panicking slightly you attempt to stand up yet your legs are also bound. Fear sets in as the squeaking gets closer, you call out with a tremble “Hel..hello?”.. Silence answers you back. “This is not funny” you announce with all the strength you can muster, yet your voice betrays you and you sound even more pathetic than before. After a few moments a bright slight suddenly fills your pupils which dilate, you are blinded. Adjusting to the bright light you see a booted god of a man crouching in front of you, looking around you notice chains attached to your legs, arms and torso all connected to points on the wall behind. The god leans in slightly before spitting in your face, the sensation of the warm liquid drips down. “I don’t know what the Master has planned for you, but I’m sure you wont enjoy it cunt. Well not to start with” says the god before walking away. His words fill you with confusion. What happened, how did you get here and what does this Master have planned, only time will tell and by the looks of it you have all the time in the world to find out.