I walk in the front door, kneeling as always is my rubber slave, their shiny black featureless form is only broken by their lustful and submissive eyes, the open round hole where their mouth used to be a long time ago, when they aren't blindfolded and their mouth isn't plugged anyway, and the pale skin of their straining cock and swollen balls behind their permanent, shiny, steel, chastity and their plugged ass.

As I undo my trousers I don't even have to give the command as they quickly take my cock in their encased hand and start to stroke it before sliding their eternally open mouth over it and hungrily sucking as they push it down their throat.

I don't know much about the slave, their appearance under the rubber is a complete mystery to me, as is their name and age, he could be younger or older than I am, or even how they came to be a slave, whether it was willingly or tricked or forced, the person I brought them from didn't seem to know either, nor did he have the key to its chastity or know how to remove the suit. Not that I really care who is under there, it doesn't really matter, besides I don't think whoever they were even exists anymore, they're lost in the role of a faceless sex toy, but the mystery does add to the thrill of owning such a slave. I wonder if they even remember what they look like under there or what their name is? Or when they see the featureless rubber doll in the mirror do they view that as their face and skin and when I call them slave, doll, toy, faggot, slut and whore, do they think that's their name?

My thoughts of their possible past quickly fade as I'm brought to an orgasm and my warm cum fills their mouth and is hungrily swallowed down, their tongue licking and massaging my cock afterwards as they desperately clean off every last drop of my cum. Knowing the standard routine they keep their head in place as I relax and empty my bladder down their throat, the slave not once resisting the warm stream of piss as it swallows it down as if it were some delicious delicacy, which considering its diet of water and tasteless liquid food that barely fills them and contains needed vitamins and drugs to keep them horny, the only thing they can eat due to the permanent ring gag, it probably is, anything with flavour would be.

I watch as once again without instruction or hesitation the faceless slave gets up and walks into the kitchen to make my my drink, part of me wonders if it actually has thoughts behind that mask or does it just mindlessly follow orders? Does it have anything it wishes to say behind to permanently forced open mouth? Is it even a person anymore or has it just become a living doll after years if not decades of dehumanisation? Does it remember and long for the time before it become emtombed forever in rubber, does it long for the feel of the sun and the wind against its skin? Does it regret what they've become or do they no longer remember what they have lost? Their former life and identity lost forever, trapped behind rubber and sealed behind a gag. A small part of me even wonders how someone would become like they are? Did they know what they were getting into and that they'd be this way for the rest of their life? Does it have any dreams or desires, other then serving its master and getting fucked that is, or did those all fade away? Maybe this is its dream or it had other ones before becoming the creature they are now? Not that it matters, they will forever be an anonymous, voiceless, sex slave, entombed and sealed away inside a suit, the only aspect of who they are that matters is whether they please their owner.

That thought turns me on once more as I finish my drink, my cock getting hard as I look at their exposed ass moving provocatively as he cleans and tidies the room, almost as if it is asking for me to take him, the one part of their body not sealed away forever, and along with their mouth it's the only part of their body that matters, maybe I'll give the slave what they want and have a good fuck. Undoing my trousers I sit back and watch the sex crazied slave stare at my cock, their eyes almost empty except for their desire as if nothing else exists, they move almost excitedly, although their training keeps them in check as they come over, preventing them from moving fast or appearing anything other than submissive, never once daring to take control, its eyes full of lust, desire and need. Turning it presents its ass and I pull out their buttplug, revealing the gapping, well used, hole behind it, before it lowers itself onto my cock and begins to ride it, quiet moans escaping its open mouth as it happily bounces up and down. Whoever they used to be, it's very clear who they are now and how much they enjoy their eternal existence as nothing more than a faceless sex toy.