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 nudes
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...
morning! just coming in to see how the training is going. no? no reaction? wow this really is breaking you, isn't it? don't cry, your punishment will be over in a couple days and you'll get some bread while i wash the dick gag. but unfortunately the c
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,
Day 1 he said it was just the weekend. Day 1 the clamps were superglued, my clit locked forever. Now the wall tallies how many times I’ve leaked, moaning: ‘I am Abella. Pretty cocksleeve. Born to choke and drool for cock.’ Hood stays on. Master’
With few gigs out there, you had no choice but to go for a fetish photoshoot involving latex, some bondage gear, light feminization, and chastity. There was little you could do once you were immobilised in the crate, as your manager was counting his paym
You had booked a hotel room to get away from your wife and enjoy some rubber self-bondage in peace... what you weren't expecting was the maid to ignore the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and for her to take the keys to your locks away, chuckling..
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
