GIMPS are Objects culled from the ranks of the unfortunate that have been selected to be trained for objectification.
The GIMP life can be brutal. IT belongs to him now - enough said.
As it should be. Identity is for humans and fag slaves are not human. Slaves are things, the unfeeling, unthinking property of a Master. If a Master wants to remove the ugly human-like features of his property by covering it permanently in rubber, then that is his right. This slave came to the Master willingly hoping to serve as a houseboi and take advantage of the “free” room-and-board to save up some money. His Master had other plans, however, as he worked the first night to break down any resistance in his new slave. The next morning, it was forced to quit its job and within a few weeks, agreed to cease all contact with former family and friends. It had no choice but to sink further and further into submission as Master broke down its mind to that of an animal and robbed it of all sense of identity by permanently cloaking its former skin in rubber. Too dumb for any independent thoughts of its own after Master’s conditioning, the slave would live to serve.
Every day for the rest of slave #45′s life, it is marched out into the middle of the room and a gun is held to his head. Master spends at least an hour tormenting the slave about how easy it was to convert it into a broken subhuman, how useless it is to the world, and how its death will serve no purpose except for Master’s brief entertainment. The slave often pisses itself in fear thinking that this will be its last moment alive. Up to this point, the gun has always been loaded with blanks when Master has pulled the trigger, but the slave knows that its’ end will come at some point when it is is no longer wanted. It will live to serve.
IT is nothing but a hole! IT is nothing but a hole! IT is nothing but a hole!
Do NOT treat IT like a family member… EVER AGAIN!
That is all the faggot would ever hear in its head for the rest of its useful service life. When the slave was first introduced to its new role in life, Master purchased two sets of wireless noise-canceling earbuds that could be charged and switched out from the slave’s ears. Master tasked one of his labor slaves with the job of switching out the earbuds the second that they were getting low with the other set that was charging. This ensured that all the faggot slave ever heard projected directly into its ears was that “It is nothing but a hole” on repeat forever punctuated by a few seconds of silence whenever the earbuds were changed out. After several months, this broke its mind and rendered only one coherent thought available to it. “It is nothing but a hole.” The slave will fulfill its only goal in life for a number of years before being retired at the end of a noose. Its last thoughts likely being “It is nothing…” before the darkness creeps in. It lived to serve.
Objects ultimately come and go… they are just the fuel for a Sadist desires… It is just the natural cycle and the reality of the life they live… once they transition, they exist and until they are replaced or expire.
NO OPTIONS - NO WAY OUT - EXIST TO SERVE
Today was the day that it had been marked for expiration. The date had been tattooed onto its forehead a few hours after arriving to serve Master for the rest of its short life just 5 years ago. Whenever it looked into a mirror, it was always aware of the ever looming date that would be its last in this world. Of course, Master never allowed the slave access to a calendar, so it never had any concept of how much time was truly left. It lived to serve knowing the date of its death, which was a great gift for very few humans let alone objects in this world are allowed to know when and how they will exit. It should be grateful to Master for this gift and for being granted the opportunity to sacrifice its humanity for his pleasure. It lived to serve.
IT will be USED, dehumanized, and tossed aside… such is ITs fate… IT has little other value…
But at least IT served a purpose for a time.
The dog slave had originally agreed to a six month trial period in the service of master to see if it wanted to live the rest of its life as a dog. Master had no intention of letting the dog actually make this final choice for a dog is not smart enough to direct its own life. Over the six month period, Master injected its food with a solution that slowly chemically lobotomized the poor slave. At the end of the trial period, it was too stupid to remember its own name, let alone make a choice to leave. Master decided to take its barking as a sign that it agreed to lifetime enslavement. The next decision for Master was whether he wanted to further reduce the dog’s intelligence, which was currently at about the level of a pig, to truly turn it into a mindless vegetable or leave it as is. Regardless, this slave would live to serve.
Wenn ich heute Abend wieder komme ist alles blitz blank sauber so wirst …..
This is how all faggot chair objects should serve. Once an intelligent, living breathing human, this object is now just dumb piece of furniture with no independent thoughts of its own. Master’s feet are more important than the chair’s hands. Many years of service spending multiple hours a day in this position will eventually render the fine motor skills of its hands inoperable, crushed beneath the weight of Master’s feet, and its back forever hunched over in pain. This will not exempt it from its chores. Those tasks will just become more difficult for it, which will prompt punishment, but it will spend the rest of its life living to serve.
Although he has enjoyed a comfortable life until now…
Today, that all changes. Today is the day that has been chosen for him to learn what he is to become. The purpose and meaning of this slave is to provide pleasure and happiness to men. Very little of the sweet boy that exists today will be able to endure the savage beatings and modifications planned for his tight body.
Today, he becomes an Object.
This slave will be broken down into a mindless beast of burden because it already has the start of good muscle development. It is already kind of dumb to have gotten itself into this situation to begin with, but the next few years of mind-numbing labor for 18 hours a day will completely remove whatever independent thoughts that it may have had. The Master will start this slave on the water wheel pushing a lever in an endless circle to draw heavy buckets of water from a well and drop the buckets into the irrigation channels of the Master’s farm. While a pump would be more efficient, Master enjoys the sight of a slave performing this labor and the slave tends to bulk up into a hulking inhuman beast after just a few months. Reduced to a dumb animal, the slave will live to serve.
Punishment for a naughty boy: being put in a hanging cage without a comfortable padded floor on the bottom. Hands locked away in iron mitts to avoid grabbing the bars
suggestion #1364 (2)
After a month of being locked up in the suspended cage, ITs butt, legs, thighs and back will be SO sore from the bars of the cage digging into ITs tender flesh. One aspect of being in the suspended cage, pissing and shitting will be easy, as ITs waste will simply fall into a holding container under the cage for IT to clean up when IT is released at the end of the month. By being hooded, gagged and iron mitts locked on for the entire month, IT will very hungry, having had only blended, mushy food forced through a feeding tube into ITs mouth, and only piss-laden water poured through the same tube. Each day will seem like a week, and by the end of the month, IT will feel like IT has been locked up for a year. If IT does not do as IT is told, perfectly, from now on, IT might very well be locked in the suspended cage for a year..!!
After a few years of service, Master got bored of this slave and replaced it with a better object. A slave is forever the property of its Master, so it was decided that this would be the slave’s retirement plan. Master decided to experiment with how long a slave could be kept in this position before expiring having never lived another day without pain. This slave will live to serve.
This is your home now boy. You will never leave this room for the rest of your life. When I am bored with this pathetic and unnecessary display of you looking so dejected in that cage at hearing this news, I am going to move you to the impaler, chain you to it, and leave you there for a day or two while I move on to more important things in my life. I know you just wanted a quick kinky hookup, but you will now live to serve.
The first few times left the fag in utter panic. The last few times just have the fag wanting it to be over already. Each is a torture in its own way
“Don’t worry boy. We have no intention of killing you anytime soon. As a couple, we have always dreamed of possessing a brainless object to care for our every needs and you are the lucky winner. Just a few more days of this and you will not be able to recall even the simplest things. You will learn to respond only to what you are told as reinforced by your electric-shock collar. Obedience will be the only thought that your new diminished mind will be capable of. We intend to keep you as a houseboi for 10 years or so before replacing you and converting you into a permanent stationary footstool for the rest of your life. You should be happy for your useless life now has a purpose to fulfill our needs. You shall live to serve.”
It dawns on you, all this gear is hot, but can clearly be used to remove you from the world without a trace. He stopped paying attention to you just as soon as the first couple of padlocks clicked. Your opinions are noise. Soon that noise will be silent. Your limits, carefully stated, were tolerated as a means of getting you right here. They are no longer relevant. It’s much to late to start thinking of all the precautions you did not take. Horny as you were, you took your chances on meeting this stranger. You were not abducted. You walked right in, led by your dick, and stripped for him. You knelt down before him and let him put on that steel collar. That short glimpse of it was the last time you will see it, because it will be locked around your neck and out of eyesight for a long time to come. You are just now realizing that you have delivered yourself into hell, instead of that hot time you were hoping for.
“Don’t worry, my dog pets usually last about 5 years before being retired as toilets that are sold off. This covers the cost of procuring my next pet. Although… your stupidity in walking right into my chains might actually net me a profit this time. How does it feel to be middle-aged at 20 years old, faggot slave?”
Any Masters out there looking for a no-limits 24/7 live-in slave? This blog showcases some of my fantasies, which, I admit, some people might find a bit extreme. While I certainly have my ideas and fantasies about what I want, none of that matters. If you are the right person to take control of my life, then my ideas are meaningless next to your ideas. At the end of the day, all I want is to provide service to you and to make you happy. I don’t care about your looks, age, or anything superficial like that. I just want someone who can firmly take control and mold my mind and body to his specifications. I live to serve.
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David is waiting for his registration at the slave farm. He committed his life to permanent slavery and passed the exams.
The exam indicated that the slave was best suited for hard labor, so this slave will likely spend the rest of his short life working in a factory completing menial tasks. The overseers will enjoy sodomizing this young slave every night until his hole becomes too worn out to give them pleasure. Most slaves in this position last about 5 to 10 years before needing to be “retired” due to lack of efficiency. The lucky slaves are recycled into full service toilets for the overseers of the factory while the unlucky slaves are simply tossed into an incinerator alive. The slaves all chose and accepted this permanent slavery. They live to serve.
