The journey (v2)

[F4M] [Script offer] The deeper journey [Fdom] [gun] [gasmask] [fear play] [abduction] [drugs] so [rape]. [machine milking] [blinded] [bound] [Tease and denial] [mindplay] [gloves].

A [narrative](https://pastebin.com/UgeN8hLQ) that looks very, very dark at first, but with a quite nice twist in the end. I won’t say more. It explores all the tags presented, in the form of a complex narrative where the listener is in a certain situation (bound, blinded, machine teased) and tries to recollect what brought him in this dire (?) situation. His mind is played with, tortured, questioned mercilessly, but then in the end, well, there is a twist. This script is a variant of my previous “journey” script. The torturing machine do not milk him dry anymore, he’s now teased and denied. Also, many other details are changed.
One thing the listener has to know before listening: You have a friend, and, one day, he asked you for a service. Something a bit weird, rather suspicious, like, transporting a suitcase from one place to another and giving it to an unknown person in a public place.

Some sources of inspiration were this [video](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PI6QrsYvPU0) on youtube (especially from 3:07 to 3:37), and those [beautifully colored]( https://www.jubappe.es/sites/default/files/img_guantes_uso/XA326_u.jpg) latex coated industrial gloves.

This script is shorter than it seems: almost one third of it is to be said by a text to speech program.
I will indicate in brackets what is going on for the reader. Some indications in brackets also concern what the listener will (perhaps) think or what a third party can think.
Words in (parentheses) correspond to things told to the guy by a text to speech (TTS) program. I can do that. An example of TTS here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4Be2itSVWI

I do not request editing, TTS sound, or any sounds FX to be added. Some background ambience can be added, the way you want, by you or me, at your convenience. I can work from a raw sound file, provided the technical quality of the recording itself is good (not too much noise, no distortion, etc.). When I say "good" I don't mean "stellar".

(Give in.) [this word is repeated every 2-3 seconds, 5-6 times. At first, it is almost inaudible, in the end, it is at the same level than your voice. It is repeated at the end of each line until stated otherwise.]

[telling a dark story]
How often did you hear it?
This word.
This command.
Resonating in your head.
[pause]
You are in pitch darkness.
Unable to hear anything.
But this word.
This word commanding you.
Commanding you to (Give in.)
You don’t even understand it anymore
A repetitive, meaningless sound.
Resonating in your head.
Your head encased in ear mufflers.
Your body strapped down.
Padded cuffs on your wrists.
Padded cuffs on your arms.
Padded cuffs on your ankles.
Padded cuffs on your thighs
Pinning you down.
On that padded bench.
In the dark.
And that sleeve.
Attached to your cock.
Warm and slippery.
So tight.
And, pulsating.
Sucking.
Sucking.
Sucking.
Sucking you in
Sucking you out
Again.
Again.
Again.
You hate it.
A machine imposing pleasure on you.
Mindlessly.
Mercilessly.
You try to resist.
But you can’t.
Once again the urge goes up.
It goes up.
And up.
Up to the edge.
Just before that point.
You can’t resist it.
This need.
This need to come.
At last.
To spurt your seed.
At last.
To empty yourself.
At last.
At last!
[now, the TTS has a more diverse discourse.]
You are about to come. (Confess).
You are just on the edge. (Speak).
You will come. (Spill the beans)
You will come, this time. (Speak now).
You will come, at last. (Speak).
[mean] But then, it stops. (This is your fault).
Everything stop. (You know how to stop this).
Once again you fight. (Tell it)
You try to finish it yourself. (Do you want to come?).
But, to no avail. (Tell it).
Your cock, smothered into this lifeless thing. (This is your fault).
That now goes slack. (Give in, and you’ll come.)
And cold.
That cruel coldness on your cock.
Like ice.
Your cock goes limp.
This is so cruel.
And you cry in frustration.
And then, you lie panting in this unnatural silence.
Bound down, teased and denied.
Once again.
Once again.
How often did this happen?
How often will it repeat itself?
You don’t know.
But, like before, that voice comes back. (Tell me the name and address of your boss.)
Once again. (If you tell me the name of your boss, you will come.)
And ask this question. (If you tell me the name of your boss, this will stop.)
Once again. (You will be send back to your home.)
But, you can’t answer. (You have ten seconds to answer before another cycle starts)

You can’t answer. This is impossible. Betraying him. He is innocent. He did nothing wrong. Your boss? A friend rather. A friend you helped in dire straits. Well, YOU are in dire straits now. Where is your friend now? Do you think your disappearance was noticed? It wasn’t, don’t you think? Always so selfish…
[In parallel to the long line above, the voice counts down seconds, although they are very long seconds…The line above probably needs 20-25 seconds, but, that’s not a problem.]

This is so stupid… (You are torturing yourself.)
You just can’t… (You are protecting people who do not care about you.)
It’d be so wrong… (Where are they now?)
The machine starts again. (Give in, now)
The sleeve gets warm and tight again. (They don’t care about you.)
The pump starts again (You are suffering in vain.)
Milking your cock. (This is a stupid choice.)
And once again, your cock betrays you. (You are stupid)
Once again, your cock responds to the machine. (This is your fault)
And start to stiffen. [lower] (You should give in)
How is it possible? [lower] (It’s OK to give in.)
Why is it happening? [low] (To give in)
You try to remember. [very low] (Give in)
How you came here. [barely audible] (Give in)
But, the more you think about it, [inaudible] (Give in)
The less you understand.
Your fall into this nightmare.
Into this madness
Madness.
Madness.
God…
How did you fall into this madness?
[pause]
[hesitating]
It all started with this woman.
No, wait, no, it all started with the TV.
[more sure]
Yes, the TV set.
The TV. You were watching the TV.
Something stupid. You don’t remember. Whatever.
Alone at home.
Alone with the TV.
Your home disappearing.
Only the TV.
Something stupid on the TV.
Weird flashes in the TV.
And you just looking at it.
A glitch? Whatever.
And you just looking at it.
As if there was nothing better to do.
Than letting it drown your mind into it.
Into some stupid TV stuff.
White flashes…
You don’t remember…
Anyway…
But suddenly, a noise behind you.
A cat?
You stand up, you look behind you,
And then you see it.
[commanding. Do not play fear, inspire it. You are holding the gun.]
The muzzle of a gun.
Your heart sinking in terror, your vision tunnels down on the muzzle of that heavy black gun.
The muzzle of that gun pointed directly at your face.
Ready to kill you, to make your head explode.
Ready to erase you from this world.
That gun held by gloved hands.
Strange looking black and white industrial gloves.
Black and white hands, attached to white insulating fabric clad arms.
The arms of a woman, in a white protective coverall, and wearing a gasmask.
The gun.
The sound of her breath in the mask.
The gun.
Her cold, tense eyes looking at you through the visor of the mask.
The gun.
You, paralyzed by terror.
And the gun, looking at you.
You, at her mercy, and her unacessible unatainable,
her eyes coldly monitoring you from behind the visor of the mask protecting them.
One of her hand leaves the gun, and points a finger down.
Down.
The silent command is simple: down.
[commanding]
Down on your knees.
Down on your knees, or your brain will plaster the ceiling.
Down.
Down, now, human.
Submit.
Obey.
[pause]
[softer. You don’t command anymore, just tell the story.]
You kneel down in silence.
Under her cold gaze, under the gaze of the gun.
You try to speak, to beg for your life.
[shaking, mumbling]
“Please, I beg you, don’t kill me”
“I’ll do whatever you want”
“I beg you”
“I love you, I, I, uh, I beg you”
“Don’t kill me”
“please”
[surprised]
What did you just say?
[back to the story]
You can’t think about it, because, suddenly, the gun goes down.
And her left hand rise towards you, holding some CS gas sprayer.
And she pulls the trigger.
She pulls the trigger.
Gassing you like some annoying insect.
The spray of gas invading you.
Her eyes, behind the gasmask, looking at you.
Checking that you can’t escape it.
Can’t escape being gassed.
Being gassed by her.
Her gas lands on your skin
Invades your eyes, your mouth, your lungs.
But… It’s not burning you, it’s not CS gas.
Her gas invades your lungs. Your body. Your mind.
The smell is strange, not that bad, some sort of solvent smell.
Her gas takes control of you.
And you whole body goes limp.
You slowly sag down on your side, unable to resist.
And your paralyzed body lies, immobile, at her feet.
Your eyes passively staring into her black rubber boots.
Sleek, black, spotless shiny rubber.
Printing itself in your terrified mind.
There is something, like a sigh, coming out of the mask.
She clearly relaxes.
The only uncertainty disappeared.
You cannot do anything anymore.
Your possibility to act disappeared
Everything will continue according to the plan.
But, what exactly is the plan?
What is her purpose?
What are you for her?
An obstacle to be erased?
A prey?
Who knows?
Her booted foot turns you on your back.
And you can’t help but notice that the sole of her boot is spotless.
Brand new shiny patterns carved in the rubber of the sole.
And you feel the weird urge to kiss them.
To kiss her spotless boots.
Why this urge?
What does it mean?
What is going on in your brain?
What did that gas do tp you?
She crouches down, and looks at you, calmly.
And your eyes dive into her cold gaze.
Concentrated on her task.
Her task of processing you.
[pause]
Her gaze leaves you, she takes something.
A small vial.
Containing a clear liquid.
And two small dark cups.
Looking like contact lenses.
But as dark as night.
She takes a lens.
Maintains your eye open with her gloved fingers…
And delicately put it on your eye.
Blinding it.
Her black and white fingers open your other eye…
And then, the second lens comes.
Her blurred fingers delicately bringing it to you.
And darkness invades you.
Making you even more vulnerable.
[pause]
All limp, and blind, you can only feel and hear.
Her body moving around you.
The sound of her breath in the gasmask.
her gloved hands manipulating you.
The grip of her hands on your arms.
On your legs.
On your chest.
On your whole body.
Your limp body manipulated by her.
Your limp body unclothed by her.
Scissors cutting your clothes apart.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Deliberately.
Her gloved hands grasping your naked body.
Rolling you into a stretcher.
Padded cuffs closing on your limbs.
[The “give in” series starts once again. Very soft at first, and then, stronger and stronger]
Strapping you down on the stretcher.
And then, another spray.
Directly on your face.
And then, your mind melting.
Evaporating.
Dissipating.
Under her control
[pause]
[harsh] And now your cock is being pumped.
Your body being pumped.
Pushed up
And up.
And up.
To the edge
The sleeve slows down.
Once again. (This is your fault)
Mercilessly. (You know how to stop this)
And once again it stops! (You are stupid)
It stops! (This is your choice.)
Ice cold water flowing around the sleeve. (This is your fault.)
This merciless pump denying you release.
And once again everything stops.
But once again it will start. (You know how to stop this)
Once again, it will bring you to the edge. (You know how to stop this)
And once again, it will deny you release. (You know how to stop this)
Her gun. Her gasmask. The sleeve.
Her gloves. Her boots. This merciless sleeve.
This machine from hell, and the voice.
The carved, shiny black rubber sole of her boot on your face.
Tracing it’s patterns on your cheeks.
Breaking you down.
Breaking all resistance.
All resistance. Broken.
Under the sole of her boots.
And once again, the same demands.
(Now, you will tell the name and address of your boss.)
The same commands.
(Tell me the name of your boss.)
And this time you obey. (This is good.)
He’s just a jerk after all!
The pattern on the sole of her boot.
Your urge to kiss it.
Is he worth this suffering? (Tell me everything)
Her gaze behind the visor of the mask.
You say everything. (Go ahead.)
The spray annihilating your mind.
This has to stop now. (Give me the details.)
You can’t bear it anymore. (Tell me everything.)
So, you say the name. (Your friend.)
The address. (Good.)
The phone number, everything. (That service.)
[you are so sad: you are him, realizing what you just said.]
You betrayed him. (It’s OK.)
You betrayed him. (Don’t feel guilty.)
He’ll have that same visit. (We knew everything.)
The muzzle of the gun telling him to submit. (It’s OK.)
And, what will she do to him? (We won’t harm him.)
[Sympathetic]
What will happen to you, now? (We don’t harm people)
Are you sure you will go back to your home? (He is not your boss.)
Won’t they just kill you? (We need you.)
Witnesses of strange things don’t live long... (We need you to remember)
What will happen to you, now? (We need you to tell us.)
[some misunderstanding]
What is happening? (Who is your boss?)
[bewilderment]
She… what? (Who, really is your boss?)
[Pause] (Listen.)
All tense and silent (Listen to this word.)
Lost. (It is a trigger.)
What is a trigger? (We are not here to harm you.)
Why the gun? (We are here to help you remember.)
The drugs? (To help you remember who you real boss is)
What is… (So listen, listen to the word)
[pause] (And remember)
[well-toned and dominant. This word will make everything come back. It is pronounced by his domina.]
MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
[Baffled] Her voice saying it.
Her hand holding yours.
The grip of the glove now, in your hand…
And you, grasping it.
Grasping her hand.
Her other hand on your forehead.
Stroking you.
And the machine starting again
Milking you.
[Well-toned and dominant again] MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
The woman with a gasmask.
Her voice? But, she didn’t speak…
Her voice. Saying it.
Again and again.
[Well toned and dominant again] MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
Her eyes in the gasmask.
And you diving into them.
Her boots.
And you staring at them.
Her gloved hands manipulating you.
“I beg you, I, I love you, I beg you, please…”
Lovingly.
Your domina.
The one who is in charge.
The one you love.
The reason why you exist.
How could you?
How did she?
[Well toned and dominant again] MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
And then, you remember.
The plan.
All, according to the plan.
That great game of trust.
You, falling in her eyes.
Her voice invading your mind.
Oh, it felt so good.
And her voice, telling you to forget.
To forget everything.
Her voice erasing every memory in your mind.
All what you did together.
[Well toned and dominant again] MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
The straps.
The strokes.
The gasmask.
The moans.
The boots.
The kisses.
The gloves.
The sound of her voice when she comes.
The sound of her voice when she commands.
The look in her eyes when you come for her.
When you come at her command.
Her commands.
And you, obeying them
And you thrilled, fearing, living, happy, in a paradise disguised in hell.
And all that was erased from your mind.
[Well toned and dominant again] MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
And it's now coming back, in waves...
Waves of memory, years of memory coming back as the pleasure comes up.
Her gloved hand caressing your body
Her gloved hands caressing your face
Letting you kiss her fingers.
Licking the textured coating.
The touch, the smell of the gloves.
And that pump working on you.
That pump of pleasure.
Where is torture?
How could anything feel bad?
You are in her hands.
Enjoy, human, just enjoy!
This is life.
This is love.
[Well toned and dominant again] MEMORY ACCESS GRANTED.
[Starting now, you can layer a countdown, where zero is replaced with "orgasm". Do it as you please, but I immagine a rather "neutral" "official" tone.]
Why resisting?
Why fighting?
Do you have a chance?
Just let go human, let her make you come, once more, under her control.
The pump brings you to the edge
Pushes you.
Again,
Again,
And again,
And over,
And you come!
You come, human!
Spasming madly in your restraints under the jolts of pleasure!
Emptying!
Emptying yourself!
Emptying yourself into her pump, into her embrace, into what she plans for you, whatever she plans for you, because she is your boss, the true boss, the one that commands and whom you obey to.
Tears rolling down your blacked out eyes...
(Now, you will tell the name and address of your boss.)
The same commands.
(Tell me the name of your boss.)
But now, you know the answer.

[You can stop it here, if you want, or continue with this optional longer end:]

And you say it!
You yell it it!
“You are my boss, domina.
You are the one in charge.
I love you, God! how did you/” [break hard, he is interrupted]
Shhhh…
[pause]
She wants silence.
She wants just to enjoy this moment.
Her moment.
Your moment.
That moment.
[pause]
She opens one of your eyes with her gloved fingers…
And removes the black lens.
Delicately.
Her black and white fingers open your other eye…
And then, the second lens is removed.
Her blurred fingers delicately taking care of you.
And light invades your crying eyes.
And you see her.
Happily crying eyes in her gasmask.
Your boss.
Your domina.
Your only love.
Taking care of you.
All according to that plan.
That great scheme you planned together.
Her eyes crying.
Your eyes crying.
Happy tears shared together.
And her voice once again invading your mind.
Planting her words in your mind.
And telling to you.
The reason why all this happened.
“I love you, slave.”
“Only you can enjoy this.”
“Only you can give me this confidence.”
“Only you can give me this power.”
“Only you can understand this.”
“You are the reason why I exist.”
“This is your choice.”
“This is your fault”
“I love you, slave.”
“I love you.”

[Optional. If you want, you can voice it in the same tone than MEMORY ACESS GRANTED]
MEMORY ACESS DENIED.

About 2100 words to be voiced, + 700 words by the TTS program.