STATUESTORYSCAPE-MESSAGE-7
(A farewell notice from a SIS member)
Mr. SANMAN/Robert Sanfratello

Message-7

Thank God I was able to come back. I fear this may be the last time I will be able to leave a message here. I think the Master is on to me and my attempts to tell someone, or anyone of what I’ve been through. The last message I sent told about my experience of being transformed into a wax work and I was frozen in the orgasmic moment.

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Suddenly the orgasm in my rectum clicked off and I gasped in surprise. My eyes blinked and I realized that I was on a plane. I was sitting in a middle seat on a plane and I don’t even remember getting on it. I realized that my stay with the Master was over and I was on my way home. I sat there feeling sad that I had left and I didn’t even know it. I felt tired and dazed and somehow content sexually from all that I had been through and I knew I would have it again.

I wondered if all that I had been through was real or was it a dream. Maybe I spent the whole time under hypnosis and I was never really a stone statue or a Mannequin or a silver robot or even a wax work at all. My mind was a haze and I didn’t know what to think. I was having a hard time distinguishing fantasy from reality. I drifted to sleep on the plane and then next thing I knew, I was inside the Los Angeles airport rushing to make a connecting flight to Phoenix. For some reason I only had a few minutes to get to the next plane and as I hurried through the endless terminal I spotted the display window from one of the airport gift shops. At first it didn’t register but the shapes of named men drew my eyes toward its direction pretty naturally. There was a display window with mannequins inside. There was a row of nearly naked men with only a small pair of swim trunks on. And there was a big sign saying.

“Speed-E’s, We Suit the World”

And then I realized there were seven mannequins all posed the same and they were wearing small sexy swim trunks with the colors of various countries flags on them. And then as I scanned the window in confusion and delight I saw the one in the Italian swim suit. It was me. It was my face and my body and… well it was me as a mannequin. It was a copy of the mannequin I had been turned into! I wanted to shout and yell and tell everyone that it was me up there! That was my body standing up there looking so plastic and handsome and floating as it was suspended from a pole in its plastic butt like the others! That was my body transformed into a mannequin with a sexless groin under the speed-E’s and smooth sock-like mannequin feet that dangled and a painted face frozen in a mindless smile and… and… and… and then there was a voice…

“Last call for flight…”

It was my flight; it was the last call for my flight back to Phoenix. A wave of panic ran through my body because I so wanted to stop and look at my nearly naked body standing up there exposed and displayed and looking like a plastic mannequin and oh so much more.

I froze up and wondered what I should do. I knew that I would never get the flight plan reorganized or reset or what ever. And how would I ever find a way to let the Master know that I had screwed up and he needed to help me fix my ticket. Cause at that moment I realized all the arrangements I had made were actually made by the Master. He had arranged them using the robot mind inside me so I was never completely aware of how I got the tickets in the first place. I thought maybe I should call him if I missed my flight and then I thought about what he said and how I was not to have any contact with him for a month and then I thought hell, I don’t even know how to get in touch with him. The voice over the loud speaker rang out again and I knew I had to go. I hurried into the next gate and just made it in time. I sat down in a mad haze of exhaustion and frustration at not being able to really look at my plastic self in the window in more detail. But this proved to me that all that I had been through was real. That man had made copies of us when we were mannequins. So the Master really did know how to turn us into objects of stone and plastic and more.

I sat there content that all was real and I let my self calm down and surrender to my fantasy as it became reality

The next thing I knew I woke up at home sitting on the couch. I must have been made unaware for the rest of the trip home because I don’t even remember the drive home or the plane landing in Phoenix. It didn’t matter I felt content that all was going the way the Master had planned it.

I was tired for some reason so I went right to bed and I knew I had to get up the next day and go to work. I woke up and showered and got ready for work and I noticed that I felt the stubble of my shaved body returning and I felt as if I was back to my old self. All day long at work I had a hard time concentrating because I couldn’t stop thinking about my trip to the Master’s country. People at work asked about my vacation but I made up some lie about just hanging out at home getting things done I needed to do for so long.

I was crazy with anticipation about the up coming month when the Master would E-mail me. He had said I was not supposed to have any connection with him until then. Time passed so slowly and I knew I needed to really think this all through. Was I really ready to give up my life and become an object, forever? Because once I E-mailed him yes then from that moment on I would be come an object, a possession and he would own me. That thought alone made my insides tingle with weird disbelief; a part of me wondered if that would really happen. Would I really become just an object and loose all control and will power.

I was so excited to see if it would really happen, if something would happen and the wait was madness.

Would I say yes or would I say no? What was at stake here? Was I willing to give up my life and my family and friends and move to another country never to see them again? What about all my dreams and plans for my life. There were still there they just didn’t seem as exciting as being a statue or a display mannequin or a sexless robot toy. But why, why did being some thing like that sound so enticing. Had the Master trained me to think that that was what I wanted? I don’t know. I only know I wanted it.

But what if it was all a trick? What if he made me want this and I am just a mind controlled victim of some mad man’s desires to control men. It could be so. But what can I do, he has made me want this more then anything and oh god the pleasure at being turning into such an object! How could I live without that? I wanted it so badly!

Finally after the first week I couldn’t take it anymore and so I got on my computer and opened my files that contained all his stories. The stories he wrote about men being turned into Statues, Mannequins, Robots, wax works and more and I was shocked. They were all gone. Some one had deleted them all from my personal file. I was so mad and confused and shocked that he could get into my files and do that and then I thought. He had said I was not to have any contact with him or read any of his stories for a whole month. Maybe he just removed them for a while. Or maybe I did it myself. Maybe it was an attempt by my subconscious mind to pull away from the hypnotic control the stories had caused on my mind. Or maybe The Master had some how programmed me to do this to my computer. The thought crossed my mind. Otherwise I don’t know how he could have gotten into my personal files. I wasn’t too upset because I knew where I could find copies of all of his stories and I went directly to the Studs N Stone web site and I found them. I sat there ready to click on the first one and open it but I couldn’t do it. Something inside me would just not let me click on it and open it up.

Maybe my mind was controlled or maybe I just didn’t want to go against his orders. And he had said not to read any of his stories for a whole month. It didn’t matter; I knew them all by heart anyway.

The month dragged on and by the second week I really started to wonder if I had fantasized the whole vacation. I mean I couldn’t prove that any of it happened. I couldn’t find my passport and so I wondered if I ever had one. If I went to a foreign country surely I would need a passport. I knew I had an old one but it might have expired but I can’t remember. And what about all the times I spaced remembering the plane flights and stuff? Maybe I couldn’t remember them because they didn’t happen. Maybe I just sat there on my couch for two weeks dreaming that I was on some incredible trip. I looked on the internet for any information about “Speed-E’s” and their new Swim Suit line but there was nothing posted about it. And how could they get the copies of the seven mannequins to LA airport that fast? I must have dreamed it all. It had to be all in my head. I began to search the house for clues to why it never happened. There was no airline tag on my bag, did I throw it away? There was no record of plain tickets or notes about where to go and what flight to get on and off.

By the end of the second week I was convinced that I had dreamt the whole event. I had no proof and I was starting to think that because I had read his stories so often I had just psyched my self into believing that they happened to me. And now that I was not reading them anymore my mind was free to return back to my normal state of common sense.

I started to go back to the leather bars that weekend and I even picked up a couple of tricks and went hope to their place. I was happy to be back in control of my life and the men in it. The only thing that seemed odd was that once we all reached our climax’s that was it. The orgasm ended. It was strange a little at first and it seemed as if I missed the way my orgasms would somehow almost last forever when I was an object in the Master’s estate and I sort of missed that. And each affair I had for the next couple of weeks reminded me of the difference more and more.

I did however fantasize what it would be like to turn the guys I slept with into statues or mannequins or some kind of controllable sex object and I even had discussed the fantasy with them a bit. But I never told them about the Master and what I had put myself through mentally for the last two years. They would have thought I was crazy.

I also told them about the websites and the cool stories they could find there if they checked them out. Later I wondered if I was setting them up to follow in the same path I had been on. Even now I wonder if am luring you readers into the insanity of my situation and soon you may follow in my footsteps. I mean all this repeating of what the voices tell me may be somewhat hypnotic and just like the Master’s stories I may be doing to you what he did to me. But no, this is too crazy of an idea to even dwell on, I hope.

The end of the month was only days away when I had finally convinced my self that this whole offer never took place and that I had never gone to South East Asia except for in my mind. And I decided that there was no need to make any decisions about yes or no, because there was not going to be any special E-mail. And besides even if there was, my answer was going to be… “No”!

I was a top and a leather man and I was not into spending my whole life as some mindless piece of sex art in some fictitious Masters estate.

The first of the month came and I waited till after noon to even get on the computer to see if there was an E-mail for me. There was. And it was from the Master

Waves of fear and confusion flooded over me. Was it all real after all? No, it can’t be. It had to be a dream; maybe this was a dream still. It asked me Yes or No and I almost stated to cry when I read it. That’s all it said was “Yes or No” surely if it was all a just a dream then if I said Yes then what’s the worse that could happen? Huh? It’s not real, so by saying yes I was saying yes to nothing but my imagination right? I began to type the word Yes in but I stopped because I suddenly had the urge to think about it a little more. Even though I felt tiny spasms of delight at the erotic possibility that it might be true. I was so tempted to just send the word Yes back and just see if anything happened.

I waited and then closed my E-mail and got off the computer. I needed to think, ok what’s going on here. If I say no, then nothing changes. And I stay sane and go on with my life. I can read his stories and know they are erotic fantasy and not reality and get off on that. That’s cool, I could live with that. Again, as I said before, the orgasms I feel when I read the Master stories are the best ever. Ok so if I say no. I live out my life, I go to work, and I play the top in the leather bars. Have sex from time to time. And jerk off to the stories, and stay in the real world.

So if I say no, the outcome will be two things… nothing changes… and I will not slip off into fantasy and become an object and move to South East Asia forever.

If I say yes, who knows what will happen. Probably nothing. The outcome will be, three things, one, nothing will change because it’s all in my mind and I’ll still get to read his stories and fantasize about what could be. Two, I’ll slip off into insanity and think I am an object somewhere in South East Asia but I am really lost in my mind. Or three, I really will become the Master possession.

Impossible! Men cannot be turned into stone, or plastic, or rubber , or wax or silver. I am a human being and I always will be. This is silly! There is no way he could control me like this. This is all a mind game!

With that thought in my head and the curiosity that killed the cat in the back of my brain somewhere excited about the idea that it could be possible. I opened the E-mail and typed in the word “Yes” and hit send!

Nothing happened, well, not exactly. There was no response from him anyway, but inside my mind I felt incredibly scared. It was like I had made a big mistake, a big incredibly wonderful mistake. It was like… what if I just signed my soul over to this man on the other side of the world. No….. Nah….. No way. It’s impossible. Nothing’s going to happen. I thought about sending another reply that said “Just Kidding” but I didn’t. I just let it go. I waited for a reply from him; none came, see it was all a fantasy. Nothing has happened. A tiny part of me was disappointed even so. It had seemed so real at times. Oh well, it’s best to live in the real world and I told myself that.

It was over, I thought. The day was here and now it was gone I replied and nothing happened. It was all a fantasy. Who knows maybe I sent that e-mail to my self! Ha! I could just relax now and let my life gone on as always. I went out that night to the bars to regain my mental stability and prove my sexual control.

I woke up the next morning and got ready for work and when I stripped to step into the shower I realized that my body was void of hair from the neck down again.

I paused and thought did I Nair my self last night?

I don’t remember doing it and ever sense I had come back from my imaginary vacation I had not shaven my body. I went to the cabinet and found the bottle of Nair and it was empty. Why? Did I use it on myself last night and not remember it? How could I forget that? I wondered if I had gone out for drinks and came home drunk and decided to do it then, it could have happened that way. A little fear stirred in my mind that maybe the master had ordered me to do it when I was unconscious.

Oh dear, I thought, that was the first thing that happened that I don’t remember doing.

No way. He can’t control me from all the way over on the other side of the world. Maybe it’s my twisted subconscious playing games with me. Maybe I am schizophrenic and I have multiple personalities?

I went on the computer and found nothing to show that the Master had contacted me again. There were no in-coming messaged and no deleted ones either.

I let it go, it felt good anyway to be hairless again and I knew it would grow back, it always does.

Wrong. Three days later my body was still completely smooth. I wondered if I had shaved myself again in my sleep. No, this is crazy. And the Nair bottle was now empty, so how? I checked out my messages. There was nothing from the Master. There was one odd one from my Landlord saying something about showing off my apartment to new renters. What?

I tried to get a hold of him to tell him that I was not planning on moving out and that I still had three months to go on my lease but there was no answer and every time I tried to leave a message the phone went dead. This is too weird. And then I got fired from work! Those fuckers!

They said I was screwing up at work lately and that I was just walking through my job like a mindless robot half the time and that I had said some things sexual to some one, something that I know I never said. But that was when I realized I really had fucked up. I was doing things that I don’t remember. And of course I put it all together and realized that the Master had programmed me to function in a certain way and do things to start the ball rolling to prepare me for my trip back to his place.

No!!!! This can’t be real, I thought. My mind is doing this. I am really crazy that’s it! It has to be it. Maybe when I said yes to him that clicked something he planted in my subconscious mind or my robot mind and now when I am unaware of things the robot part takes over and does stuff. No way! It can’t be. I must be just losing my mind that’s all!

I got on the internet and tried to find the first message from the Master I had planned to reply again and tell him “No”. I had to tell him that I have changed my mind. I had to do something. But when I got on the computer I found that the original message was gone and I couldn’t find any way of getting a hold of him. I even tried to get a hold of him through the SIS website but for some reason I couldn’t find him anywhere. Maybe I was programmed not to see his name. I don’t know.

What I did find however was a list of e-mails that I had sent out to friends and family about my plans for moving out of state!

No way. I scanned them all and quickly tried to e-mail them that it wasn’t true and to tell them all that had transpired but for some reason my fingers all froze up when I tried to type. I couldn’t tell them. There was a wave of fear that flooded over me that said. “They will all think I am mad and they will lock me up and how can I explain my sexual desires to be a statue in the first place. My family will think I’ve gone bonkers and hell I couldn’t even explain it to myself!”

I tried to get a hold of the situation and calmed down. Was this really happening or was it all in my mind? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, and then I saw that my file had returned. It was the file of all the stories that I had made. I opened it and had the twisted urge to read one of the Master stories again and so I did.

I must have passed out, because it was two days later when I finally woke up. I got out of bed and found a note from my Landlord on the kitchen table. It said

“Hey, sorry to stop by when you were out of town, but I had quite a lot of people who wanted to see the apartment this weekend. Several of them liked it a lot and they are interested in taking over your lease. Thanks for getting the place so cleaned up for the showing. PS. They all loved your statue, but I told them it didn’t come with the place. Too bad, it’s an incredible likeness. Make me an offer…”

Right away I thought, “What statue? I looked around the place and I was amazed at how clean everything was. In fact it was too clean, there were things missing. Did he steal some of my stuff! I searched the place to see where certain things were, because I don’t remember there being that much empty space. The place seemed sparse and I wondered what was missing and if it was, why couldn’t I remember what it was?

I emptied the trash and spotted my neighbors and asked if they saw anything suspicious going on and they said that I had thrown out an unusually large amount of garbage this week.

I was really afraid that my robot mind might have thrown things away with out me knowing it. And what did he mean by statue and likeness and me being out of town. I never went anywhere? I was here all the time surely I would have woken up if there were people here. I tried to remember, what I did for the last couple of days. I sat at my computer reading stories; one particular story about a subject being turned into a statue. And then I thought. No way. Why did he say likeness? My likeness? No, did I hypnotize myself into being a statue again and they thought I was one. No way. This is crazy, impossible. I think

Now I was afraid I was really going mad. And then a box in the mail came. It was small and it was from the other side of the world. And the small note was in some Asian language so I didn’t know what it was for. My jaw dropped when I opened the box to find a small pair of men’s swim trunks with the flag print of Italy on them.

This was the first real piece of proof I had that not everything I had been through was a dream or a mind game. A part of me lost control and I stripped and put the “Speed-E” on. I stood in front of the floor length mirror that was a part of my closet door and I was amazed at how hot I looked and how close I came to looking like the mannequin.

No, I was never a mannequin, it was all a dream. This can’t be happening. I stood there taking the pose I had been in before and my mind was a swirl of erotic memories and sensations at seeing myself like this. I imagined I was a mannequin and then I must have dazed off.

My mind jerked awake again as I heard noises. Someone was opening the front door to my apartment and wait. Wait. I can’t move. I froze up unable to move as the voices got louder and closer. Why can’t I move, what’s happening? I stood there locked in my position and I tried to get a grip. I was in my bedroom but I was no longer facing my mirror. I was turned to look toward the bedroom door and I could feel that I still had the “Speed-E’s on. But I was a stiff as could be. And then the voices got louder

“And were supposed to take the silver lamp, the blue trunk and the bed too, and the dresser, it says here on this list, they should be in here somewhere.”

And then the two movers entered my bedroom and looked around. They were holding the work order and looking for the items on it. They pointed to my bed and stuff and then one of them said.

“Jesus, that scared me, thought he was real for a moment!”

They took my bed apart and I just stood there doing noting about it. I couldn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t even breathe. What was the matter with me? I was standing their just like a mannequin, no. I can’t be a mannequin; it can’t be true, it can’t really be happening. And then the voice in my head said something to calm me”

“Yes you are a mannequin and you are happy and content to be just that”

“And you feel great pleasure at being made out of plastic”

“You are a mannequin, and you are to be used to display clothing and this will make you feel great pleasure at being just an object”

“No…. my mind cried at the voices in my head that tried to tell me to accept this. No I am a real man and this is my room and these guys are stealing my things, stop them!

The men took my bed and then my lamp and my trunk at one point one of them came over to me and looked at me real close. I think he was interested in me or something because when his buddy was out of the room. He ran his fingers over my hard naked chest and then just as he reached my groin I felt his finger pull the swim suit material outward and look in. his partner came back and he quickly pulled away and continued to work to get the dresser out.

The voices tried to tell me I was just made of plastic but I tried to fight it and I cried out in my mind, no!!! I did every thing I could to try and let the movers know I was alive and trapped inside this stiff form. It was useless and I was so unable to move that I couldn’t even cry a tear. Eventually they left and I was alone with my silent form and all those erotic feelings came flooding back and my mind wanted to just let go and be the mindless plastic object that I am. And once I let go I felt incredible pleasure over take me.

Eventually I woke up to find myself laying on the couch in the front room. I rushed into the bed room and it was true. The items were gone and it wasn’t just a dream.

Each day it seemed I would look around and find that something was missing. And each day what ever it was that was gone didn’t seem so important anymore. Was he making me think this way? That idea alone was truly scary. And then one day I couldn’t find the phone, or my phone book and I realized I didn’t know how to contact anyone other then through the internet. I got on the computer and found that all my E-mail addresses had been deleted. I realized he was cutting off my connections or… what am I saying. I was cutting off my connections! It had to be me doing all this. But was he making me do it? Or did I want to do it?

I got off the computer and decided to leave the apartment and visit a friend, but once I reached the front door I felt a flood of confusion fill my head and I heard this ringing in my ears and I just stood there. I couldn’t remember why I was there and what I was doing. This happened several times and I eventually realized that I couldn’t leave the apartment. Cause every time I headed for the door my mind would blank out. And then I would find myself just standing there or somewhere else wondering why I was there.

It was so freaky at times as things would seem to disappear all over the place and I was always so tired that I just wanted to sleep but I feared that each time I went out something else would be gone.

And then one day, sometime in the second week of the month I woke up on the couch because that was where I had been sleeping at times. And there was a big crate in the middle of the floor. How it got there I had no idea. I wondered if it was a packing crate and I wondered what piece of furniture of mine was now being moved out or sent away or sold off. I approached it with apprehension and checked out the writings on the sides. A lot of it was in some Asian language or something that I didn’t understand but there was a delivery and a pick up order and a date. It was dated for the last day of the month. I didn’t figure it out at first but when I tried to open it I soon found out. It was about seven feet long, three feet wide and three feet deep.

I tried to pull the lid up and something clicked and then it opened automatically and it made me jump back in surprise. The lid rose directly upward and then once it had lifted about six inches it began to angle up to the side from there. I was shocked to see the shape of a man inside.

It was a white body mold of a man. I could see the perfect foam rubber form of the backside of the man’s head and back and butt. I scanned it all the way down to the legs and feet and arms. I realized it was a packing crate for shipping a human being or should I say an object shaped like a man. I sighed erotically as I feared it was meant for me.
Once the lid was all the way up I could see the front mold of the man’s form. I knew it was designed to fit my body in there snugly. And the return date for the end of the month meant that I was going to be shipped to the other side of the world in it.

No way, I was not going. He can’t make me go, I am not an object, I am a real man, a real person. I think.

What? I think? I know!!!!

Why did I have the urge to get inside? Why. I didn’t know. I only knew that if the robot mind takes over I would get inside the crate with out question so I knew it was inevitable. But why did a part of me want to get in it and see what it felt like just then? I can’t answer this. All I know is that my erotic desire to know what it feels like to be sealed inside the box over took my will power and I found my self stripping off all my clothes and stepping into it. I knew it was more then two weeks away before the pick up date was set so I guess I didn’t feel any thing would happen at this time.

I lowered my butt cheeks into the butt mold and I felt the crack ridge slide into my ass crack and the sensation was wild and erotic. I set my legs and feet into the lower form and felt the smooth rubber foam against the backs of my legs and the soles of my feet. I tingled with a queer sensation as I felt the form hold my legs. It fit me like a half of a glove. I then carefully lowered my back into it as I placed my hands and fingers into their respectful spaces. I felt the mold cup and grip under my arm pits and around my sides and I just let my body sink into it. My balls rested against a foam ridge and I could see a deep impression in the lid where my cock would eventually fit. My head was the last and I carefully let it set down and I sighed deep inside as I laid there inside the foam body mold that fit me perfectly. My erection was full and hard and I was just about to reach over and stroke it when I heard a click and felt some sort of restraint slip around my wrists and ankles. I gasped and then I felt another one slip around my neck and waistline. I realized I was locked into it and I wreathed to pull free.

I couldn’t get out, the firm restraints held me tightly in place and I wondered if I was in big trouble for getting into it too soon. And then I heard a strange noise underneath me and I felt something wiggling against my ass crack. I gasped and moaned as I felt something slip into my rectum and plug up my hole. A wave of erotic pleasure pierced through me and I wreathed in my space as much as it would allow, which was not much. And then there was another click and a mechanical noise from above and the lid began to close.

“No! Wait! Stop it, not now! No!”

I cried out to no one and of course no one could help me. And the lid moved on its own and then lowered directly down on my body and I could see the mold come closer and swallow me in. my cock was suddenly sucked into the mold that was perfectly shaped for it in its erect form. I suddenly felt a wild sucking of air as the last spots of light was cut off from sight. I felt my cock pulled in and the plug in my ass sent sparks of erotic pleasure into me and it all brought me closer to my oncoming orgasm. There was a spark that hit my neck from the lock around my throat and I gasped from the pain. This was a mistake because as soon as I opened my mouth a long tubular object slid into it and gagged me at that end. I tried to scream and bust free but I was completely imprisoned.

My body was completely locked into a body mold that was made to fit my form. My ass and mouth were plugged and sealed and my cock was locked into its firm erection. I had no control and I was helpless to surrender to the mechanical crates purpose. I felt completely invaded and controlled and even as I still tried to fight my prison I felt the waves of erotic pleasure being pumped into me and I surrendered to the inevitable orgasm. I climaxed and lost my mind to it all.

The orgasm was insane and it seemed to go on for a long time. After my cock was pumped and drained I heard a click and then a pop and the plug in my ass was withdrawn, and then the one in my mouth as well. And then more clicks were heard and the lid popped up and in seconds I was released from the cuffs. I hopped out of the crate in a panic and tried to catch my breath as I fell to the floor beside it.

It had let me go, did it sense my desire to be free or what. I didn’t know. After I had regained myself I began to check it out some more and I found a small electronic screen inches above the head mold area and there were characters rolling across it in red lights and then they blinked and repeated in English and I could read them. They said

"Trial run is completed successfully, subject had been drained and is ready for final deportation commencing on……”

And then it said the last day of the month and I realized that I had willing readied myself for this. I had been drained of my sperm and who knows what else. My desire to get into the crate was all part of the plan. Had he made that urge so great that I would just do it? Was he controlling me all the way? I ran to my computer and logged onto my file and found one of his stories. And I read it. I had always had the most incredible orgasms from this one and so I was trying to get there again. I was hard in seconds and I read on. Stroking my cock all the way until the spot where I always reached my climax. I jerked and stroked and let myself go and I did climax. And it was fantastic but there was no cum. Not a drop. The crate had drained me of my sperm. I wondered if it was permanent! Had the crate removed my ability to make more sperm? Were my balls just like my body hair which had not grown at all for the last two weeks! Oh god it’s true I am becoming less human and more like an object!

I realized that when I had said “Yes” I had given up all rights to who I was and what I was to become. The Master had not lied. And he had been real and it was all not just a dream. At least now I don’t think it had been. I mean I could still be lost in some twisted hypnotic fantasy. Lost in my mind unable to get a grip on reality, but hey, everything has been pretty incredible, except for the powerful fear. But most of the time it ends in erotic orgasm so that’s not so bad, is it?

Today I have no clothes, I have nothing to wear. I think I gave them all to Good will. That’s ok I have no desire to go anywhere and besides I think I sold my car too. Yesterday I got a letter from the bank saying that they were sorry that I closed my accounts with them and that all my credit cards have been paid off and closed. I think I used the money from my car to pay them off.

I started to try and get back to the reasons why I wanted to visit the Master in the first place. It was because I had read his stories and had found such amazing pleasures in them and I guess that is not a bad thing, it’s a good thing. And soon I will be shipped inside that bondage crate to the other side of the world and I will become an object permanently. I will become his object, his statue, his sex toy, to do with what ever he desires. That’s not a bad thing is it? Even as I think about it I get an erection. But then again I know that soon enough I won’t have any control over my erections. That is if the Master even lets me have one. Soon I will surrender my body and mind over to him completely if I haven’t done that already. I know he is controlling me even know. I may try and fight it or act like I am defiant or that I don’t want this but I guess a part of me does. And so I have no choice in the matter. I will be his possession. He told me that from the moment after I said “Yes” my world would change. It has and it will even more once I get back to his estate to join my statue brothers.

What am I saying? I’m insane; this is all in my head!
Someone tell me what to do!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night I was sitting at my computer reading another one of his stories loosing my self in his world. And then I must have fallen asleep at the computer because the next thing I know its day time and I am frozen there. I can not move at all. I hear noses and someone is entering the apartment again. More movers, I can see them, there are three movers. They are taking my couch, and my dinning table and some other things. The room is emptier. They see me sitting here posed at the computer. The computer is off. I am naked and strangely erect and I cannot move. My hands are reaching out as if to type something but my fingers hover inches above the key pad. I don’t understand why they don’t help me. Why don’t they see that I am frozen and trapped and locked in the Master hypnotic control? My mind screams to tell them to save me. They all stop and look at me. They come closer I think this is my chance to find help. They will see that I am trapped and helpless and maybe they will save me. They speak

“What is it?”

“I told you, it’s one of those dolls, those love dolls.”

“It’s a life sized sex doll, all made out of plastic and rubber stuff, I’ve seen a show about them on cable, that’s probably the box he came in over there”

“Looks really real, look at the cock; it’s like a rubber dildo”

“They come off you know, they are interchangeable!”

“No way, I’ll bet that hurts”

“Yes, I saw it on TV they pull them out and shove bigger ones inside, all kinds of sizes.”

“Bull shit!”

“No it’s true, pull it out”

“No way, you do it!”

“Hey you guys, don’t be messing with this guys stuff, we’re just here for the furniture.”

“Man he looks so life like”

I moan silently inside as I feel one of them touch my cock, I don’t move at all. I can’t, I am made of rubber. The voices in my head tell me that I am a rubber love doll and nothing more. I feel pleasure as I accept this fact. I have fears that these men will use me as a sex toy. I fear they will try and pull my penis out. I fear they will fuck me. I let all those fears fade as I accept the fact that that is what I am supposed to be used for. I feel a hand on my chest and then my leg. They speak again…

“It feels weird, a little like rubber…”

“He’s hot, but too bad it’s not a female”

“So, he’s still got a plastic fuck hole in the back… I’ll show you…”

I feel one of them pull my shoulders forward and they both move behind me as I am lifted from my seat. I feel erotically helpless.

My mind flies off and I am gone. Unaware, why? I don’t know. I don’t know what happened next. I fear the worst but somehow I don’t seem to care that much anymore. Maybe the Master doesn’t want me to know.

I wake to find myself standing in the middle of the room. The room is almost empty. I stand here like a statue. I think I sleep like this now, standing, posed, erect. I still have my computer. Most of my stuff is gone. I can’t remember what it was, books, photo albums, records. They all seem so unimportant now. Time is all screwed up somehow. I still have two weeks left before the end of the month. I think. I am so confused. A part of me can’t wait to go and become a mindless object for the Master. When ever I think about it, I cream all over inside. The rest of me fears that once I am gone I will really be gone. And I mean gone like crazy gone. I have a feeling the end of the month will come and the landlord will find me standing here naked lost in my mind.

But if this is all in my mind then I guess I could be content to be locked up in some nut house thinking I am a statue in the Masters hall of men.

But that crate over there tells me that it’s not all in my head and that I will be going to the other side of the world. Unless the crate is all in my mind as well, who knows? Who cares? I am an object, I don’t care about anything. I just am. Well, that’s what the voices in my head tell me.

I wonder why the computer is still here. It’s the only thing I have that connects me to the world anymore. I think the master talks to the robot part of my mind when I am unaware. That must be why he is saving the computer till the last day.

I wonder if anyone will miss me,

And then I realized that I can still talk to others!!!!!! I can log onto the SIS Website and talk to others!!!! I can tell them what has happened here!!! I can tell them that I am either loosing my mind or that I am really going on a journey! Maybe they can help me. That is if I need to be helped!

So that’s it! I will tell them of my situation and all that I have been through! And they can advise me!


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So then I sat down and typed in my story. My story of what I have been through for the last two years to my vacation and to where I am right now. And in two weeks I will get inside that crate and be shipped to the other side of the world!

Now you know my story! You know it all! All except whom the Master is and how do I stop him. That is, if he should be stopped. I fear some of you will end up like me. I fear I have only made the situation more complicated because some of you may want to join me now… if you can!

Hello!!!!!!!! SIS members. What do you think? Have I gone mad or am I rally going to be a statue. Tell me what you think!

Tell me what to do!

Am I the first that you know of or have other members disappeared out of sight and sound and now reside in the Masters Hall of men?

Am I doing the right thing?

Did I make the right decision?

Was “Yes” the right choice?

What would you do in my place?

Would you have said yes!?

Is there any escape from this or is this my fate?

Help me! Or tell me to shut up and enjoy the ride!

Or maybe you are all in cahoots with the Master! After all his stories are on this site!

Why do I feel like I want so much to have my free will back now that I am so close to losing it for ever?

I have a feeling I will be an object very soon. I can feel my body even now

I feel hard and stone like, stiff and plastic and mindless as my thoughts drift…

I think the robot part is taking over. It happens more and more the closer I get to the end of the month. Soon I will feel myself mentally surrendering to his control…

Oh god, I can feel it…

I’ll try and get back to the SIS website again before I am gone in two weeks to see what you all think, but if I cannot it is because I have completely surrendered myself to the Master’s will. And maybe some day soon I will stand as a naked erect statue for all time in his collection of male sex objects or maybe I’ll just stand in my empty apartment thinking I am there.

What do you think? Please respond!

I need you to think for me, because right now all I can think of is that I am slowly becoming an object. A man made out of stone. I am becoming an erotic form of a man that is to be exposed and displayed and lusted after for all time. That’s what the voices tell me…

“I am a statue”

“And I belong to the Master”

‘I am one of hundreds of male erotic statues in his collection”

“And I feel great pleasure in this”

“And my only desire is to please the Master.”

“I am an object”

Oh god it’s taking me over…

If I don’t get the chance to talk again, or respond to your comments good bye and wish me luck. Who or what ever I am…

“Well, I know what I am; I am the luckiest man in the world, to be transformed into an object and nothing more. Even now I can feel myself drifting off to the incredible pleasure of being just an object to the Master. I am a statue, a plastic mannequin, a wax work, a silver robot, a piece of furniture, a rubber love doll and so much more. I am anything he wants me to be and I find great pleasure in this, forever. Forever displayed and exposed and desired and beautiful.

Thank you Master for making me feel this way forever…I surrender…

Ahhh!

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>ROBOT CONTROL---Robot, what is status of subject?

>Master, Subject is unaware. Process is on schedule.

>Glitch, Subject has attempted to explain situation to SIS website members and has left a number of messages.

>”Robot, are you still on site?”

>“Yes Master”

>“Robot, terminate communication immediately.”

>“Yes Mast

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