The next morning, after all the usual bathroom duties and serving my master his breakfast, my master said he had a surprise for me. So as soon as I finished clearing the dining room table, he led me by my leash into the anti-room for his huge garage. And I saw this weird looking wheel chair.

"I had this specially built Peter. It should be comfortable since I had it made to your specifications. Let's get you installed."

Just hearing the word 'installed' had me so exited. As I was led to the chair I realized that it was much more than a wheel chair. It did have these small fat wheels but it was actually built onto a solid platform. The seat and high back were padded and when I looked at the seat I gasped at what I saw. There was a rather large dildo-like projection sticking up from the seat near the back.

"That thing not only swivels and can be inflated, but it also is perfectly situated for your butt."

My master made me sit down on the thing and it wasn't overly large. I was thankful for that. But then he hit a button on a remote and the thing started expanding inside me. I started squirming and could not stop from squealing as it got bigger and bigger. Just when I thought it was getting TOO big, it stopped. But I was now truly anchored.

My master then made short work with my 'instillation.' My legs were placed into two grooved and padded foot rests and then these plates were placed over my legs. When all the clips were engaged, my feet and legs were totally unable to move. Then two wide straps were fitted around my stomach area and then my upper chest. And pulled pretty tight. My arms and hands were then placed into hollows perfectly shaped for them and again when padded plates were clipped into place, my hands were forced into fists and they and my arms were now also totally immobile. The only thing I could now move was my head. My penis was rigidly standing up and even leaking. Then my wide leather collar was hooked to rings to either side of my neck. Finally, my master brought over this molded form that totally covered my body from neck to feet. My entire body was now being held immobile within this chair. Grips in the back, along with electrical controls, allowed my master to bring me anywhere he wanted. I was then wheeled out into the immense garage and wheeled over to a large van. But instead of being put into the back somewhere, I was delighted to see that there was an actual compartment beside the driver position into which my chair was locked into place.

"What do you think boy?"

"This was the first time my master gave me permission to speak during the entire operation. I also knew that when we got back I would be punished for that gasping noise I inadvertently made. But right now I was too excited not only about the trip, but also by my such total immobility within the maw of this chair.

"Master this is amazing. Wow. I am so hard right now I think my penis is going to explode. May I ask where we are going?"

"First I am so glad you like your restrictive bondage. This is almost as severe as it will ever be. As to where wear going, we are going to a special dentist friend of mine. A while back you were administered a drug, and during the past couple weeks this same drug had been put into your food. You may have noticed that your teeth have become slightly loosened recently. Today we will be removing all of your teeth."

I couldn't help myself. I was shocked by this announcement. "But you can't do this to me. I can't eat without my teeth. Master please." I realized I was going to be punished for this outburst but right now didn't care. I can't loose all my teeth!

My master touched control on remote and I felt quite a bad jolt in my rectum. I couldn't help yelling. But it did make me stop complaining.

"Peter. Who is your master?"

"You are master." I said through some tears.

"And who decides everything that happens to you?"

"You do master."

"Good. Remember that. All additional responses on your part that do not completely allow this to happen will be severely punished. You understand the gravity of this boy?"

Through silent tears I agreed. The trip was not quite as exciting any more, and I felt grave dread when we arrived at a warehouse type building and drove inside. I was quickly wheeled into a small room that was set up as a dentists office. Well there was a dentist's chair and several trays and a cabinet. I was quite shaking when a perfectly normal looking man entered behind my master and myself.

He spoke: "Ah, so this is the boy. He's so young for this. Are you sure?"

My master responded: "Definitely. The medication had already done its job. All his teeth should be loose by now. And his oral inserts are already being made."

The dentist looked at me with some concern. "You ready for this boy? It can't be undone."

I was too frightened to answer. I looked pleadingly at my master.

It was he that answered for me. "He is a slave, and therefore has no say in what I want done. It is my decision to decide if I will take his wants and desires into account. Isn't that right boy?" My master smiled as he looked right at me.

I shuddered but replied: "Yes master." And for some reason I found that I was ragingly aroused. My master then told the dentist that I need not change chairs.

Ten minutes later my mouth was stretched wide open,a suction tube was inserted,and the dentist had administered several ampoules of Novocain. I was wondering how my mouth would feel with no teeth.