I had asked my mistress to rest after an intense day of genital torture. The mistress, driven by an unusual impulse, agreed to let me rest for the night, in a place suitable for keeping a slave. A cellar, dirty, damp, and lonely. Thank you, I couldn't h
day *who knows what* of being kept as a helpless, chaste, plugged, bound, and gagged service girl. Sometimes i’ll hear words thrown around like “the maid” or “the help” but I know what’s really going on here. . . I would scream for help if i
You had lied to Mistress about being a girl online. But Mistress doesn't care. She will keep you strapped in her "Girlmaker" machine, head to toe in shiny red rubber, vibe buzzing on your tightly caged clit until your ass turns into a pussy.
Has it been hours or days since they put me into this? I cant even remember how long ago they took me! Someone has to be searching for me... I hope they will let me out at some point...
2h stretched, dildo gag in my mouth, face covered, toy's don't have identity. Luckily, the guard is still getting confident with long bondage sessions. Unluckily, the guard is growing confident with long bondage sessions. My whole body hurt so much.
You were kept sedated. You tried to look around, but all you could do was stare blankly at the ceiling and overhear a conversation from another room. "Yeah, we're shipping her off to a place called 'The Sissy Wife Academy', she was requested by a spe
The brainwashing had worked. You had no thoughts left in your head. You were just a passenger in your latex-clad, feminized body. Heavy silicone breasts and hip inserts formed an unmistakably feminine hourglass figure. You were transformed into a living,
