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can you grab my hair, force a gag in and then bind me tight? Ropes. Chains. Leather. Cord. Plastic wrap. Tape. Used rough. Caged away. Send me home locked up in a chastity device? Loss of control over my own body. updated my journal. Sure would be nice to find that intensity. First and foremost, do not contact me if you're married. Second, I'm not into games including role play. This is real to me and that is what I seek. So if you're still reading then great :). About me - well I have a love for bondage and I mean tight and real bondage not the silk scarves on the wrists to the bedposts. I like it tight and thorough and totally immobilizing. I like and need that total loss of control. I very much like gags and hair pulling and basically being used as a sexual . I like rough and hard and even forced to take it. I want to explore more of the cages/confinement/prolonged bondage as well. Even as a teen I never had the chocolates and roses fantasies I had the kidnap and rope and force fantasies. I tend to gravitate more towards the slave than the sub in terms of physical use. I am very much drawn to being used as a sexual solely for your pleasure. I seek to find someone with a love of real bondage and someone into confinement and cages and prolonged bondage that can fullfill that for me.
my 44dd are Perfect for tight breast bondage.
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Someone not married
someone local for real time
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Happy New Year! Hoping 2018 bring more rope my way |
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Sure is quiet around here after I turned on the bullshit filter |
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Tired of the bullshit and big talk. |
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Oh how I miss a good rope burn |
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I'm in dire need of some bondage |
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Share your fav videos with me. Extra bonus for tight bondage and breath play |
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Really like the metal restaints in this - the headgear and the metal inserts
http://www.xnxx.com/video-8gdf7b7/strappado_claustrophobia_and_orgasm_predicament_for_captive_girl |
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Fun thought Friday - being unconscious somehow and when I come too finding out my labia has been pierced with series of heavy rings on either side and nicely padlocked shut. And of course clit and nipples done too. |
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Missing the burn of the ropes or the bite of the chains... |
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Here's to hoping 2017 is the year |
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Maybe it's just time to give up |
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When he finally mentioned meeting at the movie theater near her she jumped at the chance. They'd been talking online for a few weeks so she was excited to take this next step and see if they had any chemistry in person.
He was a contractor and she was addicted to house flipping shows on tv and and conversation between them seemed to flow very naturally. He had texted her that work had run a little late so he'd be meeting her straight from work in his work truck. She pulled into the parking lot about 8pm and saw his black suburban towing a black trailer parked in the far corner of the lot. Thinking nothing of how isolated it was from the other movie goers and parking lot lights, she pulled in next to him and parked.
He got out the truck and came around to her door. "Kim?" He tentatively asked. Her pulse quickened and the corners of her mouth raised in a smile. At about 6'2 with salt and pepper hair and intensely piercing eyes, his picture online did not do him justice.
"Hi!" She got out of the car and they quickly hugged. "It's very nice to finally meet you"
"I've been looking forward to this all week. I'm sorry I had to bring my work gear. I do have something cool to show you if you'd like? Remember when we were talking you mentioned kitchen backsplash they were putting in that house? I think I found something similar to what you described! Want to see?"
"Of course" she giggled. Already this was unlike any other first dates.
He started to walk toward the back of his trailer, stopped and turned back and reached out to take her hand. She smiled wider and let him take her hand in his and lead her towards the trailer.
"Let me know what you think". He said as he unlocked the padlock and opened the door.
She gasped and tried to step backwards - there was no construction equipment in the trailer in fact she wasn't fully sure what she was seeing but she knew she had to get away. There were chains hanging from the sides and piles of rope and the whole inside of the trailer seemed to be padded. There was a mattress in the corner
"OMG wha.."
He grabbed her tight and one hand covered her mouth and his other arm slipped around her neck. She tried clawing at his arm as she felt herself getting woozy. She tried looking around hoping some
Movie goer could see them but no one was around.
He started nuzzling the side of her head nibbling her ear. His hot breath on her neck. "We're going to have some fun cunt" he whispered. She tried to struggle but felt so weak from the lack of air. He dragged into the trailer towards the mattress. Threw her face down. She gasped and took a huge gulp of air as soon as he released her. As soon as she tried to spin back around he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back and started encircling her head with duct tape, covering her mouth so she couldn't make any sounds. Again she struggled and he slapped her hard across the face. As she recoiled he began to pull some chains towards her. He quickly shackled both wrists and ankles and pulled the chains tight. He grabbed her hair and roughly ripped the button up shirt she'd be wearing to shreds. He grabbed her left breast and squeezed so hard she felt tears in her eyes.
"Oh the fun we will have."
He released her breast and walked out of the trailer and closed the door. She heard the padlock snap shut. She tried to move but couldn't.
She screamed behind the duct tape as she felt the trailer begin to move and he drove away with her.
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Why does no one follow through with meeting |
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Don't agree to meet and then not show up. That is totally not cool. |
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When all a girl wants is to just belong to someone |
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It's a good day to watch some plastic bag breath play videos |
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Damn another wasted Sunday. I may as well go back to working Sunday's too |
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Added a photo - let the stretching begin |
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Would love to be inspired to write some more |
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More all just big talk arggggggh |
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Stretched out nipples - hot or not? |
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Kids out of town - wish I had a cage with my name on it |
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She loves horses and always had a fantasy about being bound and kept in a barn, even milked like cattle. Of course she never told him this yet so when he suggested they meet and he'd show her his horse, her mind kept going back to that fantasy. She pulled in by the old barn outside of town and saw another car was here and thought that he must already be here. She parked and made her way to the door, watching her step and her new shoes.
"Hello?" She called out.
"Over here by the last stall" he responded. She made her way in that direction. When she approached the small stall she saw it was filled with fresh hay. There were metal rings all around the sides of the stall that she assumed was for hitching horses. He stepped towards her and she saw him for the first time. He approached her and smiled and she visibly relaxed a little. "So you said you liked horses, what do you think of my barn?" She looked around and realized there were no animals. Puzzled, she looked at him "seems nice I guess. But I don't see any animals?" He stepped closer and chuckled. "I keep different animals here". He pushed her hard against the stall wall and pulled a cloth quickly out of his pocket and covered her mouth and nose. As she struggled against him her mind was raving about what was going to happen both in fear and maybe was that even a little excitement? As the chloroform took over she felt herself slipping away and falling down into the fresh hay. |
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There must be a cage with my name on it somewhere.... |
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I'm in need of a muse. Want someone to give me something to write about |
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So why do a small cold dark cement room and heavy tight metal chains keep invading my dreams at night... |
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Need help with my bucket list - any takers? |
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A girl can dream that they'd make an internal chastity device like this for a cunt
http://www.amazon.com/Master-Series-Trillium-Steel-Locking/dp/B0076CLC0M# |
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The bucket list
I've check many things off
Over the years but still have much I want to explore. In no particular order just as I typed them
Caged
Prolonged bondage and captivity
Chastity
Submersion bondage
Plastic bagged
Inflatables
Chloroform
Abducted
Permanent nipple stretch
Outdoor bondage
Buried
Permanent shackle
Milking machine
Dungeon
Encased in plaster
Intubation
Those are some good thoughts for a Friday afternoon
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I need
Tight restrictive bondage so I cannot move. It may hurt. It will for sure be uncomfortable. That is good
I need to see the marks and bruises around my Breasts because they were bound so tight. Purple is a good colour
I need to be gagged. No way to protest or say no
I need to ache. My cunt and ass used so hard, stretched, that for days afterward I know I served my purpose
I need my hair pulled. Head pulled back no way to resist
I need locks. I need to know I have no control over my own body
I need confinenent. I need to be put away like an object when you are done with me
I need a hand over my mouth or on my neck. Show me that you control my very air
I need to be taken. |
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Happy singles awareness day |
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Cold steel is a beautiful thing |
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Sad day. My 2nd nipple piercing migrated out :( |
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Merry Christmas everyone! |
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Now this looks awesome!
http://www.stockroom.com/Ultimate-Asslock-P4596.aspx |
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Come on Cincinnati. Seriously |
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Ropes, chains, cages, gags, chastity. Is it really too much to ask for? |
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Been craving some chains lately |
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Her entire body ached. Her tears had finally dried. Now she kneeled there as still as possible wondering just when he'd finally return |
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Who will make these reality? |
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She wasn't sure how long she'd been curled up in the cage but her whole body was stiff and sore and she still had the residuals of a headache. And thirsty. She was so thirsty her throat felt like sandpaper. As she tried to reposition herself to relieve some of the cramping the overhead light turned on and she turned to see him walking towards the cage. "Open" he commanded. She quickly reacted and he poured some water from a bottle down her throat, also making sure her soaked her face for his own enjoyment. "I have many plans for you but today I'm going to work on my curiosity on how much you can take". He reached through the bars and grabbed the ring on her heavy collar. He pulled her head to the top and front of the cage and pulled out a clip and secured the ring to the cage, holding her head in place. "On all fours now." She shifted to position herself as directed. He turned and was reaching for something from a table just out of her line if sight. When he turned back he was holding a large metal anal hook. Her eyes wide. She'd admittedly always wanted to try one but in this situation she was worried. "I think this will help you maintain your position." He moved behind her and she could no longer see what he was doing. She braced herself for what she knew was coming. She felt a hand on her ass, separating her cheeks, but before she even took her next breath she felt the cold
Metal quickly impale her deeper than she expected. "Ooowwwww" she cried out and tears filled her eyes. He moved the hook up and down and she had no option but to move her ass with it. He pulled upwards and she heard another click. The hook was locked to the cage and her ass pulled up high. "Very good. Very good indeed" he admired his captive. He reached through the bars and grabbed her hear, pulling her head back slightly. He gazed down at her, fire blazing in his eyes. "I'm going to inspect and test every inch of you. I will make you into nothing more than an object for me to use." He slid his hand down to her face and traced around her mouth. He slid 3 fingers into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed them into her throat. "Ah yes. We must train your mouth and throat to take everything. ". He pulled a gag from the table moved towards her. It was black plastic and not something she'd tried before. She struggled and tried to move her head away and he quickly yanked
On her hair pulling her head back and parting her lips. He pushed the gag into her mouth and kept pushing until she felt something in the very back of her mouth and throat. She struggled not to gag. She felt the straps pulled tight around her head firmly holding the gag in place. He stepped back and admired her face and quickly attached a tube to the front of the gag. As his hand squeezed she felt the gag expanding in her mouth -pushing it open. He kept pumping. Not only was it stretching her mouth but she felt it begin to push down into her throat itself. Her head was forced to tip back slightly now to accommodate the growing mass down her throat. Tears of panic rolled down her cheeks. He stopped pumping and removed the tube. "Ah yes" he said as he caressed her face and mouth. "Your mouth and throat are open to me to use however I desire". "It's an open tube so breathing is not an issue. And in this position I can fuck your mouth whenever I see fit". "The perfect little captive whore."
"And so, that just leaves your cunt. How much can you take? You know I will enjoy fisting you and using a baseball bat, and of course ramming my cock deep in your cunt." His fingers probed her lips pulling and twisting them. She felt his fingers push into her cunt. "The little whore is actually a bit wet. Have you accepted your new role of just being my fuckmeat?" He pulled his fingers out and quickly pushed in a big dildo. She bucked from surprise and sharp pain. He pushed the dildo in deep and began to inflate it as well. She felt her cunt begin to stretch as he kept inflating. She felt fuller than anything she had experienced. But he kept going. It began to burn and felt like it would tear. But he kept going. She tried to buck and move to get him to stop but she was firmly held in place. He kept inflating. Her cunt ached now with sharp bursts of pain and tears streamed down her face. She felt woozy, not sure how
Much more she could take. She'd never been opened up like this before. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he stopped inflating the dildo. She heard him moving from behind her and then heard shutter clicks of a camera. "Such a lovely site". "Do get comfortable" he said with a grin "you're going to be like that for while." He turned the lights off as he walked out and closed the door. She heard the snap of a padlock. A tear rolled down her cheek. |
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She wasn't sure how long she'd been curled up in the cage but her whole body was stiff and sore and she still had the residuals of a headache. And thirsty. She was so thirsty her throat felt like sandpaper. As she tried to reposition herself to relieve some of the cramping the overhead light turned on and she turned to see him walking towards the cage. "Open" he commanded. She quickly reacted and he poured some water from a bottle down her throat, also making sure her soaked her face for his own enjoyment. "I have many plans for you but today I'm going to work on my curiosity on how much you can take". He reached through the bars and grabbed the ring on her heavy collar. He pulled her head to the top and front of the cage and pulled out a clip and secured the ring to the cage, holding her head in place. "On all fours now." She shifted to position herself as directed. He turned and was reaching for something from a table just out of her line if sight. When he turned back he was holding a large metal anal hook. Her eyes wide. She'd admittedly always wanted to try one but in this situation she was worried. "I think this will help you maintain your position." He moved behind her and she could no longer see what he was doing. She braced herself for what she knew was coming. She felt a hand on her ass, separating her cheeks, but before she even took her next breath she felt the cold
Metal quickly impale her deeper than she expected. "Ooowwwww" she cried out and tears filled her eyes. He moved the hook up and down and she had no option but to move her ass with it. He pulled upwards and she heard another click. The hook was locked to the cage and her ass pulled up high. "Very good. Very good indeed" he admired his captive. He reached through the bars and grabbed her hear, pulling her head back slightly. He gazed down at her, fire blazing in his eyes. "I'm going to inspect and test every inch of you. I will make you into nothing more than an object for me to use." He slid his hand down to her face and traced around her mouth. He slid 3 fingers into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed them into her throat. "Ah yes. We must train your mouth and throat to take everything. ". He pulled a gag from the table moved towards her. It was black plastic and not something she'd tried before. She struggled and tried to move her head away and he quickly yanked
On her hair pulling her head back and parting her lips. He pushed the gag into her mouth and kept pushing until she felt something in the very back of her mouth and throat. She struggled not to gag. She felt the straps pulled tight around her head firmly holding the gag in place. He stepped back and admired her face and quickly attached a tube to the front of the gag. As his hand squeezed she felt the gag expanding in her mouth -pushing it open. He kept pumping. Not only was it stretching her mouth but she felt it begin to push down into her throat itself. Her head was forced to tip back slightly now to accommodate the growing mass down her throat. Tears of panic rolled down her cheeks. He stopped pumping and removed the tube. "Ah yes" he said as he caressed her face and mouth. "Your mouth and throat are open to me to use however I desire". "It's an open tube so breathing is not an issue. And in this position I can fuck your mouth whenever I see fit". "The perfect little captive whore."
"And so, that just leaves your cunt. How much can you take? You know I will enjoy fisting you and using a baseball bat, and of course ramming my cock deep in your cunt." His fingers probed her lips pulling and twisting them. She felt his fingers push into her cunt. "The little whore is actually a bit wet. Have you accepted your new role of just being my fuckmeat?" He pulled his fingers out and quickly pushed in a big dildo. She bucked from surprise and sharp pain. He pushed the dildo in deep and began to inflate it as well. She felt her cunt begin to stretch as he kept inflating. She felt fuller than anything she had experienced. But he kept going. It began to burn and felt like it would tear. But he kept going. She tried to buck and move to get him to stop but she was firmly held in place. He kept inflating. Her cunt ached now with sharp bursts of pain and tears streamed down her face. She felt woozy, not sure how
Much more she could take. She'd never been opened up like this before. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he stopped inflating the dildo. She heard him moving from behind her and then heard shutter clicks of a camera. "Such a lovely site". "Do get comfortable" he said with a grin "you're going to be like that for while." He turned the lights off as he walked out and closed the door. She heard the snap of a padlock. A tear rolled down her cheek. |
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She wasn't sure how long she'd been curled up in the cage but her whole body was stiff and sore and she still had the residuals of a headache. And thirsty. She was so thirsty her throat felt like sandpaper. As she tried to reposition herself to relieve some of the cramping the overhead light turned on and she turned to see him walking towards the cage. "Open" he commanded. She quickly reacted and he poured some water from a bottle down her throat, also making sure her soaked her face for his own enjoyment. "I have many plans for you but today I'm going to work on my curiosity on how much you can take". He reached through the bars and grabbed the ring on her heavy collar. He pulled her head to the top and front of the cage and pulled out a clip and secured the ring to the cage, holding her head in place. "On all fours now." She shifted to position herself as directed. He turned and was reaching for something from a table just out of her line if sight. When he turned back he was holding a large metal anal hook. Her eyes wide. She'd admittedly always wanted to try one but in this situation she was worried. "I think this will help you maintain your position." He moved behind her and she could no longer see what he was doing. She braced herself for what she knew was coming. She felt a hand on her ass, separating her cheeks, but before she even took her next breath she felt the cold
Metal quickly impale her deeper than she expected. "Ooowwwww" she cried out and tears filled her eyes. He moved the hook up and down and she had no option but to move her ass with it. He pulled upwards and she heard another click. The hook was locked to the cage and her ass pulled up high. "Very good. Very good indeed" he admired his captive. He reached through the bars and grabbed her hear, pulling her head back slightly. He gazed down at her, fire blazing in his eyes. "I'm going to inspect and test every inch of you. I will make you into nothing more than an object for me to use." He slid his hand down to her face and traced around her mouth. He slid 3 fingers into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed them into her throat. "Ah yes. We must train your mouth and throat to take everything. ". He pulled a gag from the table moved towards her. It was black plastic and not something she'd tried before. She struggled and tried to move her head away and he quickly yanked
On her hair pulling her head back and parting her lips. He pushed the gag into her mouth and kept pushing until she felt something in the very back of her mouth and throat. She struggled not to gag. She felt the straps pulled tight around her head firmly holding the gag in place. He stepped back and admired her face and quickly attached a tube to the front of the gag. As his hand squeezed she felt the gag expanding in her mouth -pushing it open. He kept pumping. Not only was it stretching her mouth but she felt it begin to push down into her throat itself. Her head was forced to tip back slightly now to accommodate the growing mass down her throat. Tears of panic rolled down her cheeks. He stopped pumping and removed the tube. "Ah yes" he said as he caressed her face and mouth. "Your mouth and throat are open to me to use however I desire". "It's an open tube so breathing is not an issue. And in this position I can fuck your mouth whenever I see fit". "The perfect little captive whore."
"And so, that just leaves your cunt. How much can you take? You know I will enjoy fisting you and using a baseball bat, and of course ramming my cock deep in your cunt." His fingers probed her lips pulling and twisting them. She felt his fingers push into her cunt. "The little whore is actually a bit wet. Have you accepted your new role of just being my fuckmeat?" He pulled his fingers out and quickly pushed in a big dildo. She bucked from surprise and sharp pain. He pushed the dildo in deep and began to inflate it as well. She felt her cunt begin to stretch as he kept inflating. She felt fuller than anything she had experienced. But he kept going. It began to burn and felt like it would tear. But he kept going. She tried to buck and move to get him to stop but she was firmly held in place. He kept inflating. Her cunt ached now with sharp bursts of pain and tears streamed down her face. She felt woozy, not sure how
Much more she could take. She'd never been opened up like this before. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he stopped inflating the dildo. She heard him moving from behind her and then heard shutter clicks of a camera. "Such a lovely site". "Do get comfortable" he said with a grin "you're going to be like that for while." He turned the lights off as he walked out and closed the door. She heard the snap of a padlock. A tear rolled down her cheek. |
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"Oh my head" she thought as she tried to sit up and open her eyes. She felt cold hard metal all around her and her eyes slowly came into focus. "What?" She looked around quickly. Realization dawned on her that she was in a small metal cage. It looked like she was in a basement of sorts as it was pretty dim and she could see the walls were concrete. She tried pushing against the bars but they were solid. Her arms felt heavy and that's when she saw the metal cuffs around each wrist. These were like nothing she'd seen before - they didn't appear to have a clasp. The same type of heavy cuffs were around each ankle as well. She grabbed the bars and pushed and pulled again. "Help". She yelled though her throat was very dry. The events of the previous night started coming back. "He must have drugged me. I remember getting up from the table after my drink..." As she strained to recall anything else. She heard footsteps approaching. "Help" she cried again. "Ah I see the cunt is awake" as he entered the room. "Where am I? What have you done?" "I have given you a new home, don't you like it he replied. "You are mine until I decide to release you". "I rather enjoyed myself while you were unconscious. Your beautiful steel collar and shackles are truly yours as they are welded on." She reached up to her neck and moved her fingers around the cold steel. "You always talked about being turned on by things locked well welded should really turn you on now." "I have so many plans for you. I'm trying to decide what first. Given I have endless time with you there really is no rush." With that he turned and left again leaving her alone and struggling not sure what would happen next |
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While he was at the bar getting them each another drink she thought to herself that they did seem to have a lot in common. Both scene and even vanilla. Maybe he'd be the one to lock that collar on her she'd been craving. He returned with her margarita and they continued to get to know each other. She started to feel her eyes get heavy and chuckled "I think the tequila in here is doing me in." A sly grin crossed his face. "I think I better call it a night but I do hope to see you again". "Oh count on it" he replied. "Let me walk you to your car." He grasped her elbow,rather tightly, and steered her towards the door. Her head felt strange like something more than just alcohol and she struggled to keep her eyes open. His grasp on her tightened as they approached a car, not hers, and he quickly opened the back door. "Something's not ri" was all she got out before she lost consciousness and he pushed her down in the back seat and closed the door. His grin returned and he got behind the wheel thinking to himself just what he was going to do before she woke up again. He wondered how she'd react when she realized she was now his property. He subconsciously sped a little quicker towards her new home. |
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Kind of a down day today. I should write something to perk myself up - but then I'd want it to become reality |
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Kind of a down day today. I should write something to perk myself up - but then I'd want it to become reality |
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Her body was stiff and sore as he undid the ropes and she was able to move again. The hogtie had been particularly tight today. She saw the marks already forming on her breasts from the tight breast bondage and then being forced to lay on them while tied. They would be covered with clothes for work but she knew they were there. And she liked it. Her cunt ached and her ass was sore. He got his whole fist in her cunt today. Once everything was undone she wobbly stood up. "I have one more thing before you leave" he told her. He opened a bag and pulled out an object she didn't recognize at first. Her eyes grew wide once she realized. "I own your body and this will ensure you know that every minute of every day." He spread her legs apart and pushed the metal ball attached to a metal plate firmly into her cunt. She gasped as it stretched her already sore cunt. He fed a chain up through the crack in her ass and two more up between her legs at the front. He circled a chain around her waist and through these straps. He held up a padlock to her face. "When I lock this realize I own your cunt and body. I decide when it will be used. I decide when or if you will be unlocked". With that she heard the padlock click locked. She'd craved this for so long. The day had come. She had no choice but to endure the steel inside her until he freed her. My body she thought to herself is no longer mine. |
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He watched me intently as I stripped in front of him. I turned around and he quickly fastened the cold metal collar around my neck. I liked how heavy it was and how tightly it fit. It hindered my neck motion but more so it was tight that it impacted my breathing. He slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I heard a ripping noise and felt the duct tape pressed over my mouth. Two more pieces were firmly applied and I had to catch myself from panicking and focus on breathing through my nose. I felt his hand in my hair at the back of my head and he grabbed a fistful and pulled my head back. I gasped excited he remembered my hair pulled like that was one of my on buttons. He started pulling me somewhere my body on fire with nervous excitement and fear. I heard a door open and after a few more steps we stopped. He released my hair and I dent him step away. I felt him approach me again and he grasped my left breast. My breath hitched as I felt the duct tape wrapped around and around nice and tight. He moved the right side and even before he finished that side the left was throbbing and I wondered if it was already purple. He grasped my shoulders and pushed me down and forward. I appeared to be straddling a bench of some sort. He pushed my chest and head down while I had to be on tip toes my ass higher than my head. He quickly grabbed my right wrist and pulled it down and forward. I felt the duct tape go around my wrist holding it securely to the leg. He did the same to my left wrist. I shuddered as he ran his hand down my back thrn down my left leg to ankle. With a yank he pulled it back towards the rear leg and duct taped it tight. He finished the same with my right leg. With just a few strips of tape I was totally immobile. Laying on my bound breasts was uncomfortable. I was sure they must be colored by now. I felt his hands again on my back stroking and then clawing then he pushed me down on the bench hot pressure seared through my breasts. I felt the tape go across my body holding me tight in this position. His hand again in my hair. "Do you know what's next?" He asked. He dropped my head and I felt more tape go around my neck holding my head tight to the bench. I struggled to test the tape but I had no movement at all. In this position I knew my ass and cunt were exposed to him and I was wondering what he may do as I felt the first strike across my ass cheek. The gag muffled my cry out and I struggled against the tape. I was trying to shift and loosen the tight tape as the next blow made contact and my breath came rushing out. I heard him move and some rustling behind me as I lay anticipating what may happen next. |
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With a fistful of hair he led her towards the bench. With one end lower he knew her ass would be raised perfectly for him and he grinned just thinking about it. He had already gagged and blind folded her when he had her strip. He pushed her down on the bench in her stomach and quickly grabbed the duct tape. He wrapped the tape around her wrists and ankles so she was secured spread over to each of the bench legs. He pushed down on her back squashing her 44dd tits and quickly warped duct tape around the bench holding her firmly down. He wrapped another piece around her neck holding her head in place. He stepped back. It was simple but she wasn't going anywhere. He looked at the items he had ready to go - a large inflatable anal plug, some gloves, lube, and a softball bat he'd picked up that morning. She'd told him before that she feels like she's served her purpose if her cunt ached so intended to be sure it ached for days. Have to give a girl what she needs after all. But before I begin he thought to himself as the first blow from his hand landed on her left ass cheek. She jerked and tensed as the second blow made contact. |
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Work has been hectic - need to work on next journal entry :) |
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The cement room or her dungeon as she was now thinking it was, remained dark. She had lost track of time in the never changing light and did not know how long she had been kept chained there. Her hunger and thirst had been gnawing at her. She was ashamed that at some point she had pissed on herself from no longer being able to hold it. She wondered if he had forgotten about her of if something had happened and she was doomed to die chained to this wall. She had tried repeatedly to free her wrists and they were cut and bruised all around the welded metal cuffs. Her eyes were red and swollen were she was so weak Nd dehydrated now she could no longer even cry. Even her despair was gone - replaced by almost an eerie sense of acceptance of her fate.
Her only solace was in the periods of sleep where her mind and body shut down. She tried to escape and remember who she used to be and the life she used to lead. Time became a blur
Footsteps and the click of the lock opening stirred her from her sleepiness. The room went blindingly light and she closed her eyes tightly against the painful light. "Are you ready for your first day of training cunt?" The winch motor started and her Arms were quickly lowered. He unlatched her ankles and removed the chains from her wrist cuffs. He eyed the crusted drool all over her chest and grinned. He removed the gag. She strained to close her mouth her jaw ached so badly. He spotted the mess she made on the floor and glowered at her. He turned and produced a hose from the other side of the room. He turned towards her and a hard blast if cold water hit right between her legs. She tried to turn and cover herself but the water stream was so forceful it pushed her back against the wall. Once he hosed her off he put the hose away and walked back towards her. "Your mouth. Yes that would make a good first day of training". |
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"What happened" she thought to herself as she slowly came to. Her head felt foggy. She tried to recall the last thing she remembered..."walking to me car.....him! He must have drugged me. Where am I?" Her eyes tried to register her surroundings but the light was very dim. She tried to look around but found she could barely move her head. He hands went to her throat and found a tall and heavy metal collar. It wa so tight it made swallowing difficult. She tried to step forward but was pulled back by a chain attached to the back
Of the collar and bolted into the cinder block wall. "Ow" she felt sharp pain in her cunt as she tried to step. Her left hand moved towards her count and quickly encountered more metal. "What the hell" she gasped. Her hand moved over her cunt lips and found what felt like three rivets on either side. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Help!" She cried. Panic and fear have quickly started to take over. "Help!" She heard a soft click and a door across the room slowly opened. "Ah you are finally awake my dear. You've been out for most of the day." Him! "What??? Why. What are you going to do with me!" His eyes roamed over her and a sneer crossed his lips. "Why my dear anything I wish. You see I paid attention when you told me some of your deepest desires. I've made your wish come true. You're locked away and no one will find you. You are mine forever and always." She tried to lunge at him adrenaline rushing in. "No. You can't do this. Help" she screamed. With lightening speed he had a hand around her throat and slammed her back against the wall. He pulled something out of his back pocket and quickly shoved it in her mouth. Her eyes got wide as she felt it start to expand in her mouth. Soon her mouth was full and her jaw was forced open wide. Breathing became a challenge and new tears streamed down her face. She slumped and stopped forcing against him. "Much better to accept your fate. It will make the time pass easier for you." He grabbed her left wrist and held not in front of her eyes. "While you were unconscious I took the liberty of welding on your shackles. No need to mess with locks. These my dear are on until I have to blow torch then off. Wrists and ankles AND collar." His hand moved down and he grasped her cunt lips roughly. "And these. Oh what fun we'll have. Locks and chains and who knows what else will close that cunt of yours up. I was paying attention when you mentioned chastity. Your cunt is mine alone." This can't be happening she thought. Sensing she was close to the edge between fight and despair he knew just a littleblonger and she'd be all his for good for whatever he wanted. He took her right wrist and snapped the ring to a hook over her head. He quickly did the same with her left. He moved down her legs and pulled her ankle apart and connected them to smal chains attached to the wall. He stepped away and admired her. Gagged and chained. A sight to behold. "One final thing". He disappeared out of her sight but then she head a faint him of a motor. Her arms were pulled tighter overhead. All of the slack wa quickly removed and soon she was standing on her tip toes. She felt like she was being pulled apart. The hum stopped and she was held on that position. He came back into view, grabbed her left breast and squeezed. "I"ll be back sometime tomorrow". He walked out and closed the door. She heard the click of the padlock |
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So I was going to finish the last entry on what happened when she came to, but it's getting harder to do with no muse. I write about things I want to happen. I crave that intensity. But I'm so worn down from the "talkers" that disappear when I try to make a reality. My fire seems to be burning out |
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She was ready to give up. She thought she had found someone but then he seemed to disappear. She was pondering what had happened over her coffee at Starbucks, not realizing how late and dark it had become. She grabbed her purse and started towards her car at the far end of the parking lot. As she was reaching for her keys she felt someone behind her. She turned and there he was. "I didn't think I'd see you again". She said. "We had plans and then you disappeared." A grin crossed his face "plans indeed. That is what I have been making" he replied. Before she could say anything else he pulled a cloth out of his pocket and quickly covered her mouth and nose. As the chloroform took over she heard "many many plans." |
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I write these journal entries hoping that someone will want to do them to me :) |
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I was pretty excited when he said we were going camping for the weekend. I love the outdoors and really enjoyed camping a lot. I was used to tent camping but he owned a trailer and I was looking forward to that. We seemed to be driving for quite awhile. I didn't know where we were as he always made me lay facedown on the back seat when he took me anywhere. Once we finally stopped and got out of the suv he hooked the leash to my metal collar and took me to explore the campsite. We seemed to be very deep in the woods. There was just a little clearing near a huge tree that had fallen down. He started eyeing that tree and then looking at me. He said it was time to get the campsite ready and went back to the trailer. I started to walk that way as well when he stopped me "the trailer is for me. You will have other accommodations." I wasn't sure what he meant but I stopped and waited. When he came back out he was carrying a large duffle bag. He walked back over to me and grabbed the leash again. He started walking me towards that large tree. He ran his hand over the dry rough bark, looked at me said it would do nicely. I hadn't known him long and I was realizing that I really was in the middle of no where. I started to turn away and he yanked hard on the leash He pushed me to my knees and with his free hand yanked my hair back so I was looking up. There was a fire in his eyes I had never seen before. I started to protest that I wanted to go home. The slap across my face was hard and fast and I felt tears well up. He opened the duffle bag and pulled out a large inflatable gag. He pulled my head back and shoved it in. I tried not to gag as I felt it fill my mouth and towards my throat. I panicked and couldn't breath at first. He quickly started pumping it up and soon my mouth and throat were full and I thought my jaw would break it hurt. He took his hand off the end of the gag and I realized it had a hole for me to breathe through. I tried to catch my breath. He yanked me up and pulled me towards the overturned tree. He turned to his duffle bag again and pulled out scissors. Before I knew what was happened he had cut off my shirt and bra and the ragged pieces fell to the ground. One yank had my shorts down to my ankles. He didn't allow me to wear panties. He led me to the end of the tree near the roots. He told me to lay down on my back. I did and he quickly grabbed some rope and wrapped it around my stomach and around the tree. We went to my legs and lifted them and pulled me down the trunk further. I felt the bark scratch off the skin on my back and the rope around my stomach was not under my breasts. I felt pressure near my cunt lips. He came back to the side and again wrapped rope all the way around me and tree. He pulled so tight I couldn't take a deep breath. He wrapped rope across my forehead too so now I couldn't move my head. I felt him slip a loop around my left wrist and my arm was quickly pulled down and bent under the tree. He grabbed the right wurst and pulled it under. I tried to cry out from the pain of my arms contorted like that. I sobbed but no sound came through the gag. I could no longer turn my head and see but heard rustling in his bag. Thrn I heard the footsteps towards me. I deejay one hand grab my cunt lips but thrn it kept moving back towards my ass. He spread my cheeks and said "this may hurt" and with that I felt like my ass was ripped apart. I hadn't had anything in my ass in a very long time. The wave of pain washed over and started to subside. He laughed. "Next" and something hard and cold was rammed into my cunt. He pulled my left ankle and I quickly felt rope around it and my whole leg was pulled taught. Whatever it was that was sticking out of the tree was pushed firmly against my cunt holding the object inside. My right leg was stretched and then bound. I felt like I was being pulled apart. I was woozy by now and think I was starting to pass out. "Twap". Burning pain shot across my left breast and he moved over towards my face and I saw he was holding a tthin branch. "Stay with me now. We're just getting started." He grabbed one breast and starting pulling and kneading it. I could feel myself getting aroused at this as I loved my 44dd to be nanhandled. He grabbed the other one and was squeezing them and pulling them. He started to suck and bite on my nipples and the pain in my ass and cunt were fading as I was getting turned in. My breathing became ragged. The next time he grabbed my right breast I felt rope cinched at the base. It was quickly pulled tight. He wrapped the rope around and around moving up my breast until it was standing straight up. He did the same to the left. It was so tight they felt like they would burst. "Purple is my favorite color". He looped some more rope under the rope that was holding my breasts. I heard some leaves rustling like something had Ben thrown in the air and landed on the tree. The rope got tighter and my breasts were being pulled up and away from my body. I thought he must have thrown the rope over a branch above and was now hoisting my breasts up. He tied off the rope and came over to my face again. He wiped my tear stained face. "Comfortable?" He laughed. By now it was getting dark and that made the woods even more ominous. He turned to walk away. "Enjoy your evening while I'm sleeping in my comfortable bed in the trailer". "Oh one last thing". All of a sudden the objects on my ass and cunt began to inflate. I tried to thrash against the pain. I felt like both holes were being torn apart. He stopped pumping and walked away. My tear filled eyes tried to look around. 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The chastity photo I just uploaded is a huge turn on to me. Locked up and sent home. Loss of control over my own body. |
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The start of a new year - I sure hope to spend more of 2014 bound up than I did in 2013. |
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The pierced pic is not me.....yet |
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This is hot.
http://www.myvideo.de/watch/8788182/Bound_and_Bagged |
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Added a picture of piercings I'd like. Even better if they were padlocks though |
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This looks like a great way to be stored away for the night
http://www.myvideo.de/watch/9306314/Strict_Hogtied_Women
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Those that have read my journals - what I seek not just fantasies |
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It had been a week but her cunt lips were still so sore. She thoight back. She didn't know what was about to happen when he pulled in to a piercing and tattoo parlor late that Sunday night. It looked like the place was closed, but the door was unlocked and they walked in. Once inside he locked the door behind them. Two men came out from the back and greated. Him. As he walked into a room with the men he turned to me "Strip" he commanded. I stammered. While I've had pierced nipples for years I'm not into needles and really didn't want any other piercings, especially given my high profile career. He came back out and grabbed my wrist and led me into the room. The black medical chair was reclined back and I saw a tray with a bunch of needles and rings. I turned to protest. He grabbed my hair and pulled hard. "I own your body cunt and I will do what I want". My friends here have generously agreed to meet us here tonight and you will do as told. He led me to the chair. Once I was seated he surprised me by strapping my arms and feet down. He whispered "this is going to hurt A LOT and we can't have you moving". He then slipped a blindfold over my eyes and then to my surprise forced a cloth into my mouth and covered my mouth with a piece of duct tape. "Can't have them hear you scream my cunt". I heard ruffling in the room then felt a cold liquid run over my cunt. Hands quickly pulled on a lip and then a sharp searing pain shot through me. "OMG he just pierced my cunt lip" I thought. I felt some twisting and assumed that was placing the ring. My nipples hadn't really hurt when I had them done but this was horrible. As the wave of pain started to subside I quickly felt another needle pierce through my cunt lip. The pain was so intense. I tried to control my breathing. I felt him lean closer to me "there's the FIRST set my cunt". I felt more cool liquid. Again the grabbing and sharp stabbing. I felt myself get woozy then everything went black. "We're done" I heard as I felt a hand slapping my face. My hands and feet had been untied and my blindfold and gag removed. The two other men were standing there watching me, grins on their faces. He granted them permission to take photos of their work in my cunt. He grabbed my wrist and helped me off the table. He turned to me "oh yes so you know, when the piercings are healed I will bring you back here. They are both going to fuck you so they can feel their handiwork. "But..." With that I felt a slap across my ass. "Get dressed." It had been a long week since then and the piercings still hurt but I could tolerate it. He picked me up and told me that tonight I was fulfilling my obligation. We returned to the piercing parlor and were greeted by both men. I stripped as instructed. I was led to the room again and shuddered as I entered as I recalled the last time. He gagged me again. Both men fingered my cunt admiring their handiwork. Seconds later I felt the first one ram into me. It hurt rubbing on the rings. He sprayed his cum on my chest. Only He was allowed to fill my cunt. He grinned and said he enjoyed his handiwork. The next guy plunged into my cunt. He pulled on a ring while fucking me and pain shot through me. I felt my head pulled back and he was quickly filling my mouth and shooting cum down my throat. "Now my cunt. It is my turn. I own your cunt and ill prove it". He rammed me so hard. I felt him hit the piercings with each thrust. He grabbed a couple and pulled the rings up and away stretching my lips. He filled my cunt and I felt it running out. I heard some metal clanging. I looked up and he was holding three metal padlocks. "You are mine. No one else shall have your cunt without me". With that I felt the padlocks slip through the rings - he had pierced me 6 times in 3 pairs. They clicked locked. "There. All locked". I stood up and immediately almost hit the floor. The metal padlocks were pulling on the rings and stretching the lips. He bid the gentlemen goodbye and got me settled in the car. "How long shall I keep you locked up cunt?" He dropped me back home not knowing just how long I'd have to endure those 3 padlocks pulling on my cunt |
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It had been a good day. I think he had enjoyed using me. My arms were tired from being tied behind my back for long. My cunt pleasantly ached as well. I would need to head home soon so when he was untying me I thought it was to release me. He untied my arms and removed my gag.
"Did you enjoy that cunt?" He asked. I replied back "yes sir." "Good" he said "I enjoyed you so much I've decided to keep you." "I think you need some rest and I know I do, so I'm going to put you away now. I've quite a surprise for you. I'd hoped you'd be the one". He clipped a leash onto my collar and led me down some stairs. My eyes widened with both fear and excitement when I saw the cement basement. It was the closest thing to a dungeon I had ever imagined. Along one wall was a wooden box - deeper than I initially imagined why. He pulled me closer and said this was my new home. I struggled and tried to pull away but he grabbed my hair and yanked so hard it brought tears to my eyes. He clipped the leash to an eye hook in the wall and said he was going to prepare me now to be put away. Fear was overtaking excitement now. He began by binding my breasts again. "Tight enough so you're uncomfortable but not too tight to make beautiful purple mushrooms....this time." My breath caught in my throat as he wrapped the rope around them. I'm sure despite my fear my cunt was getting wet. Once my breasts were bound he began to secure my arms to my side. He wrapped rope around and around from my shoulders down to my fingers - like a rope coccoon. He turned and removed a hood from a nearby shelf. It was rubber and very tight as he pulled it over my head. There was an opening for my mouth but he chuckled and said "that will be closed off soon too". He pulled me forward and I felt myself bent over a bench and secured in place. Before I could adjust a felt something hard and cold forced into my ass. Quickly I felt something similar pushed into my cunt. I cried out and was met with a hard smack across my ass. "Now comes the fun part". I felt something touch my clit..but then it was moved....as it dawned on me what was happening I felt the catheter be inserted. "You're good for a long time now. I wonder how long?" I felt the ropes wrapped around my legs from my hips to my ankles. I couldn't move at all. He stood me back up. "Now the final piece. Open up". I felt something enter my mouth. I thought it was just a gag but he didn't stop when it filled my mouth. I felt it begin to slide down my throat too. I panicked but realized I could breathe through it. I felt it secured to the hood. It made me have to keep my head tipped back slightly. Once that was completed he lifted me up and set me down in the box. It was a tight fit even if I could move. I heard a pumping noise and quickly felt pressure in my cunt and ass. He had stuffed me with inflatables and was now stretching me open. He kept going. I didn't think I could take much more when he finally stopped. "I will have this control outside the box. You will never know when I'll pump it more." All of a sudden I could no longer breathe. I tried to thrash about. "I will also have control of this outside the box". With that I could breathe again. I felt something clip to my collar and I could no longer turn my head. "Ahh not going anywhere. But now for a special treat." I heard some rustling and then felt something being poured over my feet and legs. "I recall once you mentioned about being buried. Well my dear, now you will be." I tried to thrash but was literally unable to move. I felt the sand move up my legs and to my chest. The weight and pressure got really heavy. I almost felt like I was being crushed. Even my breathing felt labored. As I felt the first bit of sand hit the hood I screamed inside. It kept coming. The weight pushing me against the bottom of the box. I was fighting back the panic. Even my breathing through the tube felt strained. I felt my cunt and ass be inflated some more and a wave of pain hit me and again I screamed inside. The air was again cut off. "I just wanted you to know I will be out of town the next two days and NO ONE even knows you are here." The air tube was unblocked. He laughed and I heard the lid slam shut and the click of a padlock. |
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Chains and a baseball bat. Talk about a good day. |
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Wonder what it would be like to be totally encased from the neck down in something like plaster of Paris? |
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They had talked for a few weeks and finally decided to meet for coffee. She felt it went well and felt some chemistry with him. He knew she had abduction fantasies and when he whispered to her that he decided he was going to keep her, her heart raced. They left and walked to his car in the far corner of the lot. He opened the back door and placed a blindfold over her eyes. He asked her if this was what she wanted to which she nodded. He chuckled and duct taped her wrists behind her back. He pushed her down on the back seat face down and closed Ithe door. She heard him get in and start the car. She heard the click of the door lock.
They seemed to be driving for a very long time. Along the way she had to calm some panic a few times. They finally stopped and she heard a garage door closing shut. The car door opened and she was pulled out to her feet. He removed the blindfold and said welcome home. By now her heart was racing from excitement and need and even some fear. He led her inside and whispered that he planned to inspect her and if she passed then he'd keep her
He wasnt kidding when he had told her in their many messages that he had a fully stocked playroom. She looked at the familiar items and even noticed many she had never seen before. He told her to strip which she quickly did. He told her she must not speak or move. He came up behind her and slipped a cold tight steel collar around her throat. It was taller and heavier than anything she had worn before. Even though she was told not to move she felt like the collar would restrict her from moving her head anyway. She had to control her breathing now as the collar was very tight. She heard the padlock snap locked.
Soon his hands were roughly and eagerly exploring her. He commented how much he liked her pierced nipples but said he would soon replace the barbells with heavy rings. He explored her ass. Quickly slipping a couple of fingers in and out and she gasped. This was met with a quick slap across the ass and a reprimand to be quiet. His hand found her cunt and soon his fingers were inside. The need to be used was burning in her. He stopped and stepped away, looking her up and down. His gaze darkened. He told her she passed and he was going to keep her. He reaches around and picks up two more metal collars - similar to what is around her neck. She's curious where these are going. He quickly places one around the base of her left breast and locks it. He repeats with the right. It makes her breasts stick out quite a bit and she admits she likes how it looks. Within minutes however it starts to ache as they begin engorged around the metal turning a slight purple in colour. She loves tight breast bondage and even likes the bruises it leaves, but this is beginning to hurt. His hand has found her cunt again. Her breasts, now purple overshadow the feelings in her cunt and cries out. Before the cry has fully left her lips she's met with a hard slap across the face. He is glaring. He told her she was not to speak. He stiffens and the air in the room gets thicker and fear creeps into her. He grabs her hair and yanks her head back forcing a large gag into her mouth. It's unlike any she has worn. It fills her mouth and slides part way down her throat. She starts to gag and thrash and the grip on her hair gets tighter. She realizes it has a hole through it so she can breath. She begins to panic and tries to step away. The hand in her hair begins to pull her.
She is being half pulled and half dragged down some stairs. He has not said another word to her. He open a thick door in the back corner of the basement and pushes her inside. She looks around quickly and sees its a windowless cement room. She tries to push around him and get out. He grabs her quickly and pushes her hard against the cement wall, knocking the air out of her. He grabs one wrist and then the other and locked them in shackles bolted to the wall. It's cold and damp. She feels something jutting out from the wall and jabbing into her ass. He grins and lifts her slightly and before she realizes what is happening, the hook from the wall is now firmly planted in her ass and she is impaled on the wall. She feels herself get woozy from the pain. He pulls each ankle apart and attaches the shackles.
As he's walking out the door he looks back and grins and tells her. He told her he was going to keep her. The door closes and she hears the locks. She's plunged into darkness and the fear finally overtakes her |
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I'm so worn down by the big talkers. Its getting harder to believe that there's a true bondage lover out there looking for me. |
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Where have the true bondage lovers gone? |
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This author totally seems to get me
Insert Tab A into Slot B
by Subdriver
While shopping at a flea market some time back we stumbled across an old case originally designed to hold fire fighting equipment. The case was constructed of 1/2” wood with all of the edges trimmed in metal for strength. The case, which measured 28”x16”x20”, resembled a very ugly green steamer trunk, and was fitted with latches and a convenient reinforced carrying handle. Knowing that my wife would fit in it, we purchased it right away.
I immediately began to modify the case, first removing the wooden brackets designed to hold the originally intended equipment in place. With the original brackets removed, I added rectangular louvered aluminum air vents to each side, covering the inside of each vent with black mesh to obscure any view of the newly intended contents.
With that done, I added my own brackets, to secure the new equipment in place. I began by adding small plates of 1/2” wood to the bottom of the case and to the opening side, near the top. The plates were added for safety only, as I did not want any of the screws that I would later thread into the case from the outside to dig into my wife’s tender flesh. Into the case, and the wooden plates, I cut three holes, one 1 1/2” in diameter along the side, another the same size at the bottom, and a third hole 1” in diameter nearby.
With my wife positioned correctly in the case, I could now insert a dildo or other object into her through the strategically positioned openings even with the case closed. Furthermore, I had cut the holes in the case and the wooden “safety” plates so that the case could be closed around the shaft of the objects, allowing me to guide them into place with the case open, if need be. I made a variety of dildos and gags with flanged bases which could be secured over the holes by wood screws, effectively sealing anything inserted there deep within my wife. For those instances when I wanted her to remain “open”, I also made several tubes, constructed of PVC pipe with the leading edge sanded down to a tapered curve, then attached to flanges which could in turn be bolted to the case.
Satisfied that the case worked well, we began the day before by purchasing a new padlock. Late Wednesday night, after testing both keys in the lock, I instructed my wife to place both keys in an envelope addressed to herself. That evening, naked, ball gagged, cuffed and breast bound, she drove to the mailbox and dropped her letter through the slot.
The next morning we began the day by securing my wife into a tight ball tie using large plastic cable ties, with her wrists cable-tied behind her. I used a total of forty-eight large plastic bands to secure her at every possible point into a tight, inescapable bundle. I looped a tie around each breast as well, closing the loop snugly around her breasts. To her nipples I added clamps, with the chain connecting them draped around her legs. Taking some smaller cable ties, I then proceeded to tie her toes for good measure. Finished with her binding for now, I clipped off the excess of the cable ties with a pair of wire cutters, trimming close to the lock-tie so that there would be no sharp edges of cut plastic.
I placed my wife on her right side in the case. I then slid a thick dowel rod, onto which I had mounted the head of a fairly realistic rubber penis, through the top hole and into her mouth. To the end of the rod I had attached two dog collars, which could be buckled behind her head, eliminating any hope she might have of removing her mouth from gag once it was in place. The base of the dowel was mounted to a flange, which was then secured in place with wood screws to the outside of the case. With the flange bolted to the outside of the case, and the other end strapped around her head, the penis gag could not be removed from my wife’s mouth once the case was closed and locked.
Finished with her gag, I placed more foam padding behind and beside her head, making certain that her head could not move on-or be shoved deeper onto-the dowel by any jostling of the case.
Through the 1 1/2” hole on the bottom I inserted a dildo, also fitted to a flanged base. After guiding the dildo deep inside her, I bolted the flange in place, securely pegging her in place. With that done, I began to carefully tug and pull at her lips, stretching them down along the shaft of the dildo. Holding them stretched, I looped a cable tie over her lips and pulled it very tight. She screamed into her gag as the plastic band tightened around her, effectively transforming the most intimate part of her body into little more than a gasket for a hose clamp.
Now it was time to fill the last hole. I did so by sliding a flange-mounted rubber dildo through the last hole and into her ass, then bolting the dildo in place through the outside of the case.
As a final touch before closing the case, I fastened the chain connecting her nipple clamps to a small hook mounted in the case. The chain was really too short for this, and hooking there left the chain strained taught.
I carefully checked my work before closing the case. My naked wife’s bondage was absolutely inescapable. She was tightly packed into the cramped case, held completely immobile by the shafts pegging in place. Satisfied, I held the still open padlock to my wife’s eyes, then traced down along her bound body with the open hasp, stopping to caress her cable-tied pussy with the lock. Knowing what was coming next, she began to tremble and moan heavily into her gag.
Finally, I closed the case around her, snapped the latches closed, then slipped the lock through the hasp and snapped it shut.
Her fate was sealed. She was completely naked and ball tied with plastic cables. The cables could not be removed without cutting them away. Her breasts were bound. Her nipples were clamped and stretched. She was sealed in a cramped case, held immobile there by thick shafts packed deep into all of her holes. With the straps around her head, the gag filling her mouth could not be removed from the outside of the case. With her lips clamped painfully tight around the dildo, it too could not be pulled from her pussy from the outside. Now, the case too was sealed with a padlock that could not be opened until Friday afternoon-more than a full day later-at the very earliest.
Of course, now I had a fairly useless case that was simply taking up space in the living room. Since I wouldn’t be opening the case for over twenty-four hours, I decided to lug the case out to the back of the garage. Through the louvered vents my wife could catch glimpses of where she was going. I sat the case upright, shifting her into a sitting position that forced her weight onto the two dildos filling her and increased the tension on her nipple clamps. I listened to her moaning inside the case. then left, closing the garage behind me.
On Saturday I decided to proceed with some work that I had planned to do on one of our cars. It was a beautiful day, so I pulled the car into the driveway and up to the garage, with the front clip facing the garage door. Still sitting in a dark corner in the back of the garage was the case containing my very tightly bound, gagged, plugged, and packaged wife. She was, of course, exactly how and where I had left her Friday morning. I walked over and thumped on the upright case with my foot. I could easily hear her warbling moans through the case. I knew that she was both miserable and ecstatic in her tiny prison. Inside, she had grown stiff and sore from the cramped confinement. Her jaw was aching from being stretched around the fat penis gag for so long. Her nipples were burning from the clamps biting into them. Her ass was throbbing from the thick dildo shoved deep inside her. With a plastic cable tie tightly binding her soft, tender lips cruelly around the dildo that filled her pussy, her wet pussy was on fire.
Most importantly, for my wife, filled in all of her holes by shafts bolted to the case, and with intimate parts of her body also fastened to the case, She had become more than a babe bound in a box. Packed in the case alone in the garage, she had no decisions, no choices. With her three holes filled by the shafts-which could not be removed from the locked case-even her most basic uses were eliminated. She had physically become part of the case. Whatever happened to the case, every vibration, every bump or jolt, was transmitted to her through the shafts filling her completely. She was part of the container that held her. She had become an object. She wasn’t in a case in the garage... she was the case in the garage.
Throughout the night, the orgasms, as she pondered this, had been quite intense.
It was still early and the mail had not arrived yet. I left the garage door open and returned to the house to enjoy some coffee until the mail was delivered. Eventually the mail arrived, and I headed for the garage with the keys that my wife thought had been delivered.
I placed the case on its side and unlocked the padlock. With the case open, I took a while to study my wife’s naked form, securely mounted in place where she had been for the last full day. Finally, I took the wire cutters and, after showing them to my wife, traced them along her body just as I had the padlock the day before. When I reached her pussy, I again began to trace along her tender lips, painfully bulging above and below the unrelenting plastic band. Her lips by now were incredibly sensitive, making her moan and tremble from the slightest touch of the cold steel against her tortured flesh. Finally, I positioned the tip of the cutters over the band. twisting the plastic slightly, first one way, then another, before finally cutting the band with a single snap. She screamed into her gag as the cable snapped away, releasing her pussy from its grip.
With her pussy free, I began the task of unbolting the various shafts and removing her from the case. Lifting her out of the case, I placed her on her knees, still bound by the cable ties into a tight ball tie. Knowing that she would be thirsty, I placed a small dog dish of water on the floor and allowed her to lap up whatever water that she could. As she knelt there, lapping at the water, it occurred to me that all of her holes were now empty, a situation that just wouldn’t do. When she had finished with her drink, I plugged her ass before releasing her from the ball tie. With at least one hole filled for now, I used the cutters to snip only the plastic cables holding her folded into a ball, leaving those that held her wrists, arms, breasts, legs, and toes in place. Released from the tight fold, she was now able to sit better on the garage floor and enjoy what I had chosen to feed her for breakfast.
With her now fed and watered, it seemed appropriate to allow her to relieve her bladder. Before allowing her to hobble into the house, I strapped a nice, big ball gag into her mouth, then sent her hopping, out of the garage, across the open driveway, and into the house to the first floor bathroom, only to make the trip back again when she was finished.
With her back in the garage, I decided to “reward” her for her efforts in getting to and from the house in her current condition by binding two more cable ties around each of her breasts. I then cut the cable ties binding her arms to her torso, allowing me to tie her in a strappado to a wall stud about halfway to the open garage door. With her securely bent over, I removed one of the nipple clamps now dangling from her breasts. Again she screamed into her gag as the clamp released its grip on her tortured nipple. I threaded the chain connecting the clamps behind her legs, pulling her chest down to her knees, then returned the clamp to her free nipple as she screamed into the ball again. Her pussy had been through quite an ordeal during the last day, and I didn’t want her to forget the experience of having her most intimate parts so tightly clamped. With that in mind, I placed two clamps on her pussy, then hung the padlock from the case from them and left it to dangle there, gently swaying with her slightest motion.
Even though my wife was now bound with her bare bottom in the air in our open garage, the combination of her location in the garage and the car with its hood open obscured her from anyone’s view. Still, for my wife, it felt as though she was completely exposed, naked and bound in an incredibly vulnerable position.
Since she was so conveniently located close to the door, I saw no reason to waste a perfectly good work space, and began using her back to set various tools on. I went about my day, working on the car while my bound, naked, gagged, clamped, and plugged wife served as my work bench. Occasionally I would take a break, remove the clamps on her lips, then use her one empty hole as I saw fit, then replace the clamps and return to work.
Finally, I was done with my work. I put my tools away first, then my workbench. Before releasing her from the strappado, I spent some time paddling her nicely upturned bottom, making certain that it was glowing red and sore, ready for the next round of sitting that she would be doing soon. That done, I released her from the strappado and, using still more large cable ties, bound her again into a tight ball tie. I pulled the plug from her ass and removed the clamps from her pussy, then placed the naked little bundle exactly as she had been, back in the case. I quickly exchanged the ball gag in her mouth for the original penis gag that she had sucked on all night, strapping and bolting it firmly into place. Next I replaced the dildos, plugging and filling her completely, then bolting them into place. As before, I hooked the chain on her nipple clamps to the inside of the case. Once again I stretched and pulled her lips down along the dildo before trapping them there with another tightly drawn cable tie.
For my wife, this was a bit of a surprise. She had no idea of what I had planned for her when she first emerged from the case, much less that I had planned on packing her there again so soon. Still, she quickly slipped back into her place, increasingly becoming part of the case as each fitting was added.
Before closing her up for the night, I decided to give her a few extra things to think about. I began by gently stinging the side of her left breast and her pussy with a rubber band. I started by randomly stinging her, alternating between one area or the other before rhythmically concentrating on her pussy until she came, screaming and moaning into her gag as she did. Next I added another cable tie, tightened around her lips, slightly crisscrossing the first one. Finished with her for now, I closed up the case, padlocking it shut before returning it to an upright-and her to a sitting-position. Rather than leave the case simply sitting in the garage as before, I carried the case over to a large cabinet. I had removed the middle shelf from the cabinet, allowing me to place the case in the cabinet in the same upright, sitting position. Before closing up the cabinet, I told her that I had not yet decided what I would do with her when I returned for her tomorrow. I would either chose to free her from the case, leave her there until Monday, transport the case to a commercial storage center and leave her there, again until Monday, or invite a friend over and give the case-and the keys-to him or her, with an invitation do to with the case and its contents as they pleased.
I could hear her having another orgasm as I closed and locked the cabinet door.
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| Age: 39 |
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