Escape was impossible - even if you managed to unchain yourself, removing your ballet boots and gasmask were impossible with the locked bondage mitts forcing your hands into fists. Even then if you tried to run, good luck getting far in those ballet boot nudes
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
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
corset at its tightest, open mouth gag screwed in with a tongue depressor, a tube down its mouth and given "toy juice" forcefully three times, choking on it, wrists locked behind its back, put in a trash bag, trapped in a sensory deprivation hood with
I woke up dazed - "what's this strange material that's covering my body? Why is my chest so heavy? Why is my waist feeling cinched? Why is my cock being crushed?" I tried to move away, but the chain showed me there's nowhere to go. I began tugging a
Deep in debt to loan sharks. Wife’s away for the weekend so I slip into full glossy purple latex catsuit, hood, ballgag, heavy restraints, and vibrator for a filthy self-bondage session. Door gets kicked in and sharks thought husband was gone, see boun
They didn't care who was in the house when they broke in. Both you and your wife were taken, covered in latex, and turned into a perfect pair of latex dolls. You were indistinguishable from each other. Just as you should be. Latex removed your individua
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...
