“I see I've come to the right place.” The stranger stepped inside with a suitcase, pushing the door wide in the process. I hadn't invited him in, but he had a presence so commanding that I just stepped back for him as if I had invited him. The move had startled me, so I'd stepped back with a wider stride than I otherwise would have, considering how loosely the loincloth hung on me. I could feel it already loosing grip on my waste. I very nearly grabbed it. The man closed and locked the door and just walked into the living room as if he owned the place. I followed nervously, careful not to jostle my loincloth any more.
“I'm here from Erotic Lotions Incorporated. The sight told you I'd be coming. You read all the terms and conditions, right?” The man sounded strict, as if he'd punish me if he discovered that I hadn't even skimmed the contract.
“I...” I stammered. The loincloth dropped, revealing my shameful erection. I yelped and covered my dick as I bent to pick the loincloth up.
“Give it here,” the suited man ordered, holding out a hand. I hesitated, but handed it over reluctantly. He took it and regarded it skeptically, then he inspected me. “Hands to your sides,” he ordered. I obeyed, blushing franticly. I don't know why I did as he told me. I just felt that I'd be in trouble if I didn't. “Do you always answer the door dressed in just thins?” he asked. I couldn't lie to him.
“Yes...” My reply was barely a squeak.
“Good. But you look better like this. From now on you answer the door naked and uncovered. That includes for deliveries and friends. You always answer naked and exposed. You understand?” My heart was in my throat. Answer the door naked!? I couldn't do that! Yet despite my internal protestation, I found myself saying, “Yes, sir.” And I meant it.
“Good boy.” He pet my head like I was a dog. I nearly melted at his touch. “Now, to business. Did you read, comprehend and consent to all the terms, conditions, risks and effects in the Ultimate Submission Procedure.
“Yes,” I lied, afraid to say anything else.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“I read, comprehend and consent to all terms, conditions, risks and effects of the Ultimate Submission Procedure,” I obediently said. I didn't even know there was a procedure. The stranger clicked on something in his hand. My own voice spoke back to me. He'd recorded it.
“There. Now there shouldn't be any legal issues to worry about.” He set down the suitcase and opened it. A chill ran down my spine. There were quite a few vials of lotion in the suitcase, along with a set of latex gloves and several items for bondage. He pulled a plastic sheet from his suitcase and put it on my bed. Then covered the plastic in some towels.
“Lay down on your stomach,” he instructed. I did as commanded and heard him put on a pair of latex gloves and pop the seal of the first vile. I shivered as the cold stuff was poured generously onto my back. He began to rub it in and warming it up. This was a massage! This wasn't so bad. Still, I was naked and being oiled up by a strong handsome man I didn't know. It was making my heart flutter.
His strong hands went everywhere, exploring every inch of my body. Applying oil again every so often. He even slid his slippery fingers firmly between my butt cheeks, making me squirm a bit. I thought he was about to shove a finger into my virgin hole, but he only teased the opening a bit. Once he'd done my back and butt, he moved down my legs, covering him also in the lotion. Next were both arms. I was slippery from fingertip to toe. He promptly flipped me over, exposing my naked front. My dick stood straight up. I tried to adjust my position a little, but my body didn't respond very well. I was so relaxed, despite how fast my heat was thumping. I couldn't help but moan a bit as he ran his oiled up hands over my nipples and finally down and around my dick. He worked all the way up to my neck. His technique must have been something amazing, because I felt like I couldn't move a muscle. It took me far too long to realize that was actually the case.
“I can't move...” I said as he used up the last of that bottle giving my chest and arms a second coat.
“Of course you can't. This is the first stage of the procedure. Covering every inch of your body bellow your neck in the Essence of Helplessness.”
“What's the Essence of Helplessness?” I asked, not liking the sound of that.
“I thought you'd read all the details?” he said, suspiciously.
“I have!” I lied. “I just... I wanted to hear it from you as it happens.” The stranger gave a small smile as if he knew what was up, but didn't push me on my deception.
“Vert well. The Essence of Helplessness relaxes the muscles into a form of paralysis when it is absorbed into your skin. Thought the effects mostly wear off after a few hours, a slight effect does remain permanently, ensuring you'll always be a bit weaker than anyone who might want to take advantage of you and guaranteeing that you will not be able to gain significant muscle mass.”
“W...what!?” I stammered. I had to wipe this stuff off! I had to shower right away! But I couldn't lift a finger. I tried begging instead. “Y... you know what? I think I've changed my mind about all this.”