KB GIMP TRAINING PROGRAM Initiation —————- You arrive. Just in simple clothes. You were told not to bring. Just“Plain clothing. Open mind.” You've known for weeks this day was coming, yet it never felt real until now. The messages were precise, with just enough detail to keep you wondering. “Controlled environment.” “Obedience-focused conditioning.” “Early trials suggest rapid adaptation.” Words that titillated and unsettled you in equal measure. All in the name of science you told yourself. You're not sure what you've signed up for, not exactly. As you wonder, the door opens. You step inside. The hallway opens out - it is deceptively normal, you expected something different. One closed door on your left, two more further down. The space smells clean, with a hint of… rubber. The flat is quiet. Then - heavy footsteps. The sound of thick leather soles pressing deliberately into the floor. A figure emerges from the far room. You can’t see a face, it’s masked. Only smooth black rubber, sealed behind a large dark visor—blank and unreadable. Is this him? Or one of his drone handlers? His body is cladded entirely in black rubber, polished and tight. Over it he wears a thick white rubber lab coat. He looks engineered, almost converted in its mannerism. Less like a man than a machine - was this a form test subject. The uncertainty only tightens the knot in your stomach. “Subject KB-DIR7,” he says. His voice is modulated. You don’t know if it’s real or altered. “Remove your shoes and follow me. Do not speak.” You obey. Instinctively. You walk in to the main room, there is a bed, and on top is a: a hood, a folded rubber suit, and a small black device. You’ve never seen one quite like it—matte, compact, with a curved underside and a ring beside it. Not labelled. Not explained. You stand awkwardly. The door closes. “Strip.” You do. He says nothing as you fold your clothes and place them on the towel. You’re now fully exposed. He steps forward. You see the glint of rubber gloves beneath his sleeves. “Face the wall. Arms behind your back.” His hands check you. Not gentle. Not aggressive. Then: “You are now Subject KB-DIR7. Intake initiated. You will be sealed, restrained, and reoriented. From now on, you do not speak unless instructed. Nod if you understand.” You nod. The scientist grabs the hood. It has no eye holes, only an open mouth and nose, the rest sealed smooth. “This is the last light you’ll see today.” He holds it open. You hesitate—but only for a second. The hood is pulled down over your head. Tight. Immediate. Your world dulls, your perspective narrows. His fingers press along the edge, smoothing it. Zip. Your breathing gets louder now. More personal. The air is laced with the scent of rubber. Then the rubber suit—he helps you step in, guiding you carefully, positioning you like a mannequin. You’re not even given the chance to fumble. The rubber is cold at first, but warms fast. The scent. The grip. The sound. Once zipped, once locked—you are sealed. No longer dressed. Contained. You’re turned. Lowered. Crawling now. You feel metal either side of you. A cage. You shuffle inside. He closes the door. Snap. Click. Your breathing is still your own—but everything else is his. He speaks one final time. “Subject KB-DIR7. Orientation complete. Caged. Sealed. Silent. First review: 06:00. And then he leaves. You are alone. —— Slightly longer story, I got bored during my holiday. I have a few of these written already 😂 If you want your own KBgmp name, DM me. I’m making a gimp register ;) maybe you will feature in a future story! #GimpTraining #RubberControl #ObeyAndServe #RubberFetish #BDSMFiction #ChastityTraining #RubberEncased #KinkWriting #CagedAndControlled #KBgimp #gimp #bondage #fetish #droneconversion
