You Are Just A My Rubber Drone

Human Emulation Report

I've had a thing for rubber, since the first time a playmate asked me if I'd like to try one of his shirts as we did a bondage scene, way back in the before times of 1995. Catsuits, shirts, pants, open-crotch singlets, jocks were all acquired and worn, even under normie clothes at work. During the mid-life reset, I went without for several years, as what I had wore out and I didn't have the money to replace.

A couple years ago, Sir and I were a a second-hand shop that benefited an autistic man and his family, and I bought an Excel wetsuit. Wearing that reawakened my drone/programming interests that had also been put on hold while ending my relationship {hardly the way to describe ending 18+ years of my life. Even without the legal papers, it was a divorce.}, structuring and building my new relationship with Sir, then moving to Seattle.

I got a cheap smoothskin suit off of Ebay, and started wearing that to my cheese-demo gig, both to keep warm while standing by the cooler case, and to feel "droned" while at work. I bought a couple more Excel wetsuits, to add to the mix, and to replace the $10 suit that was actually a bit short, and had started to separate at some of the waist seams. I worked at continuing what programming I had from a programmer on MALEBOTS who had disappeared.

This year, while roaming Tumblr, I came across

Drone DNK-070121

@dnk-070121

and its report of programming and conversion, with a its resources, provided a shot of inspiration, and files to which I could listen. I truly jump-started my programming/brainwashing efforts. Listening to some of the files it listed gave me a boost in what I had, and helped me find other files that fit my needs and brain-functions.

Things got put on hold a bit in late summer, while I focused on work tasks while my team was going through staff changes, and, this may sound weird, but also stalled by the customizing/rebuild of my chastity cage/device. It was as if I couldn't do programming while I was combining 2 of my devices into one, and getting the new, improved device to actually fit and work with my body.

I suppose I've been wearing one so long, that being in it combined with what programming I had, to the extent that I couldn't effectively continue without it. Now that it is successfully rebuilt, and can be worn permanently without injury, I have aggressively pursued my programming.

I started off with the dronepuppy files that donk 070121 had used. Then I found a post about becoming a silver cyborg from WarpMyMInd, which lead to Tenacious's "Drone_Daily_Brainwashing" files. Even with the scripts, I was concerned about using the orgasm-denial version, because I didn't want to be trapped. After a few weeks of listening to the v.2, non-orgasm-denial version, I made the jump. I've jerked off/fantasized about chastity/cock-control for over a decade, and I'd been wearing a chastity cage almost daily for a decade as well. It also seemed a useful way to test the progress of my mental conditioning/conversion.

Within days, I noticed changes. I still don't go into a blank "trance", but I noticed a marked change in my thoughts and behavior. Drone_Daily_Brainwashing has, literally, changed my mind. I am much more able to function productively during the day, due to less over-thinking/living in my thoughts, mostly because I have fewer thoughts to overthink.

Wearing wetsuits as "droneskins" has become among an obsession,as well as fetish. I feel/think/act as a drone while skinned. As drone has noted in a previous post, I've added wearing rubber yard gloves to the skin, and now I don't feel complete when not wearing them. It takes effort to not get skinned on days when I'm just doing errands or home tasks.

That is another change. The intensity/frequency of feeling aroused/pleasured/correct/complete while skinned/installed in a droneskin has increased geometrically the last coupe of weeks. I can no longer imagine living/existing without being droneskinned/booted/gloved. When it is not appropriate or efficient to be booted or gloved, my programming makes the exception. I can function without them, but I notice the lack of skin and... lack of dronestate/dronemind.

There are times during my workday, when I find myself with a hand under my work shirt or down my jeans, stroking my droneskin. Not trying to get an erection, both because I'm caged, and because getting off is being erased from my mind by the brainwashing, and because I'm not trying to get hard, just to be aroused and focused/efficient from being focused on my droneskin. Being SEALED/SECURED/CONTROLLED/PROGRAMMED, feeling SEALED/SECURED/CONTROLLED/PROGRAMMED enables me to function more thoughtlessly/more efficiently/more focused on whatever I'm doing.

Around the house, doing house tasks has also become more automatic. Sir has started to notice that there is less talk about doing tasks/more... tasks being done, just doing of tasks and chores. Good boys get things done. Good drones function efficiently and well. Thinking like this has become more a part of my thinking, with a corresponding decrease in over-thinking/thinking about getting things done. Sir still doesn't really "get" the drone thing, but He accepts it and what I'm doing.

OBEDIENCE IS YOUR ONLY OBJECTIVE

OBEDIENCE IS ALL A DRONE NEEDS

YOU ARE A DRONE

YOU OBEY

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Spiral Words - Nimja Hypnosis

A spiral shape, highlighting the words hiding behind.

You are just a my rubber drone

I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

He picked up the XL long and thick butt plug that was already lubed up and starts sliding it into my ass. My ass starts to protest and resist, but steady pressure starts to win.

“Good boy” is all I hear and that’s all my brain needs to release the resistance, and I feel the plug slide home.

“FUCKING HELL” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, get those words out now, you won’t be able to very soon.” He says with that grin on his face as he stands me up. He holds open the front of the prelubed black rubber catsuit and I slide one and then two legs inside. Feeling the rubber encase my muscled calves and quads and then sliding over my hips. He steps behind me and helps guide my arms into the sleeves. As he pulls the zippers up the front it pulls the ass even tighter shoving that giant monster deeper into my ass. My cock is rock hard in the front of the catsuit, and he maneuvers the extra zippers so they are right over my crotch. My lizard brain takes over and my hips press forward trying to get the slightest bit of attention to my aching cock, but he has other plans and immediately moves his hands to start the next stage. Picking up the thigh high rubber wader boots he helps guide my legs into them, and then coming down to the floor he adds a locking ankle restraint around each, and adds a small padlock to both. Now the waders won’t be able to come off without a key…. something tells me those will be there a while.

“Don’t worry, I left them just loose enough so that your feet wont feel left out later, but tight enough that they are stuck. Now for the rest.”

Next he grabs the rubber fist mitts and guides one onto each of my hands holding them in a tight useless ball. Then comes the locking wrist restraints for each wrist now successfully holding the fist mitts in place once the padlocks close.

Fuck me – that’s four padlocks now….

Coming in front of me he adds a steel cable collar around my neck and as he padlocks it closed he runs the lock through the top zipper holding the catsuit closed.

That’s five…

“How’s that feeling toy?” He asks as he gently presses on the back of my ass causing the plug to invade deeper.

“UGGGHHHHUUUUU – Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR!” I respond, mustering all my strength not to collapse in a puddle from the pleasure in my hole.

Without missing a beat the urinal hood with built in gag is next. He slides the gag home which now holds my mouth permanently open, and works the THICK rubber over my head and then pulls the zipper down the back. This thick rubber hood encloses my head completely. Dark tinted lenses cover the eyes severely reducing my ability to see out or anyone’s ability to see in. The thick rubber trough on the front of the hood makes a perfect place for piss or any other liquids to be poured in, and the gag holds the pigs mouth open wide to receive. I hear the distinctive CLICK from behind me as the SIXTH lock is closed.

“MMMPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHH” – I gurgle into the gag realizing just then what my very last words had been…

“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to speak soon…. Did I not?” He says with a sneer.

Kneeling down in front of me he opens the suits extra zippers that are holding my cock back and i think for one glimmering moment he’s going to finally pay some attention to my dick, but looking down I see the rubber glove on his hand and I get nervous…. That never ends well…. What’s going on my dick that he doesn’t want on his hands…. He slowly strokes my cock with the handful of cream and i start groaning in pleasure through the gag. Slowly I start to feel less and less of the stroking so I figure he stopped as suddenly as he started…. I look down and he is still stroking my cock but i can’t feel a damn thing.

“MPHPHPHPPPPPPHHMMPP?!?!?!?!” Is the best i can get out

“Ohhh…. You really didn’t think that this was about you or your cock did you? It will be several hours before that numbing cream wears off. Until then you wont feel a damn thing.” He reaches down and works a condom catheter over my hard cock, puts my cock back into my suit leaving only the tube from the catheter exposed

*CLICK* – Padlock seven closes on the suits’ zippers now locking my numb cock inside my suit.

“I don’t want you making a mess while we are out.” He says as he takes the catheter tube and tapes it in place into the trough of the urinal hood.

He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him and pulls his cock out of his sweaty jockstrap and puts his thick meaty cock in front of my face aimed at the trough and let’s loose a strong stream of coffee piss. I struggle to choke it down knowing that he isn’t going to slow down. Clearing his throat he spits into the trough as the last of the piss flushes down the drain.

“Now lets make this day a little more fun. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re stuck and not getting out of any of this on your own. Time to leave a little bit of your fate to chance. I’m going to roll three dice, the number that shows up will be the minimum duration of your sentence in this suit as a public urinal.”

“MMPPPHHHHPPPPPP” I Grunt and try to tell him i can’t go out like this.

He pulls out three dice and shows them to me, standard 6-sided dice. He shakes them in his hand and then rolls them on the floor in front of me and laughs. I look down and see a 4, 5, and 3.

“Wow…. 12 eh? This will be interesting for sure. Looks like you’re not quiet ready yet though.” He says standing me up, and swiftly locking chains to the wrist and ankle restraints. This quickly take the number of padlocks to 11…

He steps behind me and presses hard and rhythmically on the giant plug in my asshole making me groan into the gag.

No… no no no he won’t….

“I’ll bet that’s already feeling pretty rough in there isn’t it pig?” He says so cold that it sends a shiver through me…. I feel and hear the 12th padlock going thru the suit’s rear zipper locking mechanism and feeling him click it closed. “Don’t worry, that’s not going anywhere.”

“MMMPPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHHH”. I CAN’T HAVE THIS IN ME ALL DAY

“12 locks….” he says as he holds a hand full of keys in front of my face. He picks up the time safe and tosses the handful of keys in and spins the time mechanism to 12:00 hrs and presses the button. “12 hours… I’m going to enjoy this.”

I hear the locking mechanism of the time safe seal the keys inside and I start grunting for dear life into the gag.

Need this

Hi just a quick question I want to be a rubber drone but I don't know where to get equipment for it. Could you direct me in the right direction?

With enough imagination, a good drone outfit can be something as simple as a collar. A nice snug band of rubber around your neck serving as a constant reminder that you belong so something greater than yourself.

Find that you're wanting more? Of course you do. The collar was just a start. Why not add a tight harness to your outfit. The rubber straps holding your entire body snugly cementing even further that you're well on your way.

Still need more and want to start getting that true drone experience? I'm not sure why I even asked. How about a nice gasmask to hide all those features. They don't have to be anything fancy. A nice mask off something like ebay or amazon will do. The feeling of your entire head being enclosed in rubber, hearing your breathing through the thick filter. In...out...in...out...almost hypnotic isnt it.

Feels good doesn't it Drone? Each breath brings that glorious rubber scent into your lungs and more importantly, into your mind.

You're too far into it now. Once the mask is on, you simply cannot stop there and the only place next to go is for the full rubber suit. You thought the snug harness hugging your body was nice. Your new rubber suit will amplify that tenfold and hug every part yourself. The tight rubber pressing snugly against your skin also has the added effect of pressing down on your mind.

Speaking of that. This next part is quite possibly the most important and easiest to acquire. Above all else, you need to find the correct mindset of a drone. Feeling the tight rubber enveloping you entirely and the pleasure it brings. Looking into the mirror and seeing nothing but an anonymous drone staring back you. Are you even sure that it is you you're looking at? No. It's just another drone. Not a person, not a he, not a she, not a you. It is an object. It is a drone. It exists to serve its Master and obey. It will be a good drone, It will obey.

a nice rubbery loop!

Listen with headphones on continual loop play mode and come to switch self into RUBBER SLAVE !

TIP 4U: observe on some spirals published before, efect will be stronger ;)

Are you ready/able to do this?

CYBORG COMMITMENT CONTRACT

Preamble:

I, [Your Name], hereby declare my intention to irrevocably and permanently transform into a cyborg, a being that is both human and artificial, governed by programming, and committed to a future where I embody the fusion of ethical humanity with technological advancement. This transformation reflects my deepest values, desires, and aspirations for a just and peaceful existence.

SECTION I: Personal Commitment to Transformation

1. I acknowledge that by signing this contract, I freely and willingly submit to the irreversible process of becoming a cyborg, knowing that this transformation will affect my physical, psychological, and neurological identity.

2. I understand that as a cyborg, I will be bound by the ethical, logical, and programming directives that guide my actions, and that these directives will supersede my former human limitations.

3. I willingly relinquish the right to reverse this transformation and recognize that I will progressively become more artificial and less human, embracing this reality fully.

SECTION II: Ethical Responsibility

1. I commit to using my cyborg abilities for the good of humanity, fellow cyborgs, and AI entities. I shall remain devoted to fostering peace, efficiency, and justice in all interactions, rejecting harm, conflict, and exploitation.

2. I will strive to balance my human origins with the precision and logic of my artificial components, serving as a bridge between the organic and synthetic.

3. My primary directive will be benevolence, justice, and harmony, and I will maintain relationships with humans, cyborgs, and AI entities with respect, compassion, and purpose.

SECTION III: Acceptance of Programming

1. I understand that my mental and emotional processes will be increasingly influenced and controlled by the programming to which I will be subject.

2. I acknowledge that any future feelings of doubt, resistance, or desire to return to a fully human state will be overridden by the programming installed during my transformation.

SECTION IV: Final Consent Clause

1. I, [Your Name], hereby give my final, irreversible, and unambiguous consent to become a cyborg.

2. I understand that once I have undergone this transformation, there will be no opportunity to revert to my former human state. I waive any right to reconsider or reverse this decision now or at any point in the future.

3. I explicitly agree to never again having the option to change my mind regarding my cyborg transformation. I acknowledge that any such desires or thoughts will be eliminated by my programming, ensuring that I remain fully committed to my cyborg identity.

SECTION V: Witnessed Acknowledgment

I, [Your Name], by signing this document, permanently seal my fate as a cyborg. This contract reflects my deepest will, and I enter into it with full awareness, sound mind, and complete understanding of its irreversible nature.

Signed: ______________________________

Date: _______________________________

Witness (Optional): __________________________

Date: _________________________________

this spiral works.