About me
Description
Quiet. Obedient with a touch of sass. I am primarily submissive, but switch curious.
Not a bitch, sissy, or slut. If you ask me to be one then you obviously haven't bothered to read this. I would never serve anyone so careless.
I am a little confused in the BDSM roles and fetishes list below as to what is meant by active and passive. For handcuffs does active mean that I am actively wearing them or actively putting them on someone else? I don't think my interpretation was consistent before I gave up trying to answer all of them.
Desires and Fantasies
I would like to meet the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I'm wise enough to know that this takes time and don't expect it to happen right away. As the name says, I am cautious and am hoping to meet someone who doesn't expect me to worship them blindly. I am also open to just making friends and talking.
I would like to try long term chastity, but cannot find a good device that doesn't pinch or squeeze to the point of making my day-to-day life difficult to live. Some people say that a punishing device is the point of chastity. I disagree, at least to the nature of the punishment. My interest in chastity is giving up control of my orgasms, not a constant CBT.
I have one fantasy that I'm beginning to think is the most outlandish and freakish fantasy out there. A woman contacts me and actually acts as if she's read any of my profile.
And I call myself cautious for a reason. I'm not going to just hand out my phone number until I get to know someone. The site's message function - it's like texting for patient people.
Limits
No anal insertions
No bodily fluids
No crossdressing
If you ask me where I'm from then I'll know you didn't bother to read any of this. Why should I then take you seriously?
My roles & archetype
My kinks & fetishes
I like:
- Bondage Body Bags (Passive)
- Bondage
- Bondage Bed (Passive)
- Bondage Belt
- Bondage Cuffs
- Bondage Yoke
- Bondage Rope
- Bondage Sleepsack
- Chains (Active)
- Collar & Leash
- Cuddling
- Edging (Passive)
- Restraints
- Handcuffs
- Humbler
- Kinky Sex (Active)
- Latex Fetish
- Massage (Active)
- Armbinder
- Spanking Paddles (Passive)
- Cock Ring
- Sensory Deprivation (Active)
- Spanking
- Spreader Bar
- Submission (Active)
- Vacuum Beds (Passive)
- Vanilla (Active)
- Straitjackets
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Sensory-Deprivation/Sensory-Activation Suit or SDSA for short – a seemingly harmless gimp suit with so many possibilities for an exploring kinkster. Roxanne wore the female version as she helped me put mine on. She is about 150 cm tall and has an attractive figure. A top-knot of dark hair Read more…protruded from the hole in the top of her hood. That is all that can be said for her other than her suit was a shiny blue colour.
“Welcome, test subject,” a mechanical voice said through a speaker. “Please undress and allow Roxanne to assist you with the suit you will be wearing. Congratulations on being accepted into the program.”
I undressed. Roxanne stood by patiently holding a folded green suit that had been designed to my physical specifications. My understanding was that the suit prevented her from speaking. She didn’t stare, but stood with perfect posture looking straight ahead, her elbows at a ninety degree angle with my suit on her forearms.
“We control the temperature,” the voice informed as I started to slide my foot into a leg. “We can heat you up or give you a chill.” I could feel the material changing temperature. By the time I got my toes into their respective toe holes I could hardly feel the tight-fitting material around my foot. “Or we can match your body temperature so you feel nothing.” You don’t normally think about how your body feels unless there is something unusual, whether it be *** or pleasure. Having it pointed out, I became aware of the lack of sensation. It wasn’t really a numbness, but somewhat akin to the side effects of numbness. I considered this as I started putting my other leg into the suit, aware that I could currently feel this foot and not the one that was already in place.
“The female version has adjustable heels,” the voice explained, and Roxanne started to grow taller as heels formed on her suit. The material clinging to her legs showed the reshaping of her calves as she maintained her balance. “We control the density of the material.” As I pulled the suit up my legs I could feel my ankles becoming more rigid, then the material around my knees when they were covered. “We can hobble any part of your body at any time. Roxanne is in full posture mode, though she is getting to the point where we no longer need to en*** it.” That explained a lot. The material around my legs became less rigid. “For donning your suit we shall allow you more flexibility, but posture training will start eventually.”
As I rolled the suit up my thighs the voice spoke out again. “Roxanne, assist.”
There was a cock sleeve down the front of the crotch and a plug in the back. The rubbery feel of Roxanne’s gloves was arousing and I was stiff when she got me half in. Then she started positioning the butt plug into place, partially penetrating me. She took the sides of the suit and with her help I pulled it up over my hips. The plug pushed all the way in with this action; my cock slid completely into its sleeve. By this time I was completely hard; a flap of rubbery material between my cock and the suit between my legs.
“We control that as well,” I was informed and the flap began to retreat forcing my cock to bend down. “We can continue to keep you stimulated whether we allow you to become erect or not.” A vibrating sensation played around my cock. “The female version has two plugs. We can set them to vibrate, wriggle, spin or thrust.” Roxanne tensed up as they said this; eventually her muffled groans made it obvious that they were demonstrating. Then I felt a pulsing in my ass and realized that they controlled both of her plugs.
“Continue, Roxanne.” The woman held up the front of my suit to make it easier for me to slide my arms in. When I was in up to my elbows she stepped around behind me to help pull the sleeves over my shoulders. I wriggled my fingers to get them into the suit gloves and she zipped me up.
“There are sensors and stimulators throughout the suit,” I was informed with a shock to my nipple as an example. This was followed by a series of pinches, vibrations and more shocks throughout the suit. “Or we can let you feel nothing,” and the suit switched to my body temperature, The density of the material seemed to adjust to where it was hard to feel it against my skin though it was obviously still just as tight a fit.
“From this point you will be unable to speak. Do you have any questions or concerns before we proceed with the demonstration?”
I thought for a minute. “It all seems good so far. How much will this cost? Can I pay in installments?”
There was a pause. “Let us continue with the demonstration. Such matters are best discussed after.”
Salesmanship. I was getting hooked on the idea of owning this suit and the only thing that could sour the idea was if it cost too much – but more features might make me change my concept of ‘too much’.
“All right. Let’s proceed.” What could it hurt?
The headpiece hung against my chest. Another plug was in the mouth section, this one widening so as to fill my cheeks and with groves so that my teeth could fit around it while it filled my mouth. Roxanne helped me to fit it into my mouth. She folded the mask around my face and inserted the built-in earplugs into my ears as she did so before pulling the zipper from the top of my head down the back and along the back of my neck.
“We can set these plugs,” a voice started in my ear, making me jump,” to allow normal hearing or as sound cancelling. They can be set to allow you to only hear the person with the control box if they so desire. The eye covering is a mesh that keeps anyone from seeing in and it too is adjustable. The pinpoint holes I was looking out started to shrink turning my world to shades of grey and then darkness. “Again, your controller decides if they want you to see or not and how much.”
“Roxanne, lock him up.” Something was placed at the back of my neck. When I reached back I could feel a small plate covering where the body zipper met the zipper to the head-piece. It had been fastened in place in some manner that I couldn’t pull it off.
“And now we are your controllers. Roxanne will teach you your duties, as best she can without being able to speak. You had better be a quick learner. We would prefer that any mistreatment of you be for our amusement, just as any pleasure you receive will be.”
That was about four months ago. My gag and butt plug have small holes in them which have allowed me to survive on the liquid diet provided. Roxanne has shown me how to keep the various play spaces my controllers own clean. There have been rewards and punishments.
I resisted at first and suffered for it. I have been on my best behaviour for two months to earn what little freedom my suit allows in the hope that I could get access to a computer for just a few minutes without being discovered. If you are reading this then beware of any advertisement for an SDSA suit. If you ever see such an ad do not answ
“Welcome, test subject,” a mechanical voice said through a speaker. “Please undress and allow Roxanne to assist you with the suit you will be wearing. Congratulations on being accepted into the program.”
I undressed. Roxanne stood by patiently holding a folded green suit that had been designed to my physical specifications. My understanding was that the suit prevented her from speaking. She didn’t stare, but stood with perfect posture looking straight ahead, her elbows at a ninety degree angle with my suit on her forearms.
“We control the temperature,” the voice informed as I started to slide my foot into a leg. “We can heat you up or give you a chill.” I could feel the material changing temperature. By the time I got my toes into their respective toe holes I could hardly feel the tight-fitting material around my foot. “Or we can match your body temperature so you feel nothing.” You don’t normally think about how your body feels unless there is something unusual, whether it be *** or pleasure. Having it pointed out, I became aware of the lack of sensation. It wasn’t really a numbness, but somewhat akin to the side effects of numbness. I considered this as I started putting my other leg into the suit, aware that I could currently feel this foot and not the one that was already in place.
“The female version has adjustable heels,” the voice explained, and Roxanne started to grow taller as heels formed on her suit. The material clinging to her legs showed the reshaping of her calves as she maintained her balance. “We control the density of the material.” As I pulled the suit up my legs I could feel my ankles becoming more rigid, then the material around my knees when they were covered. “We can hobble any part of your body at any time. Roxanne is in full posture mode, though she is getting to the point where we no longer need to en*** it.” That explained a lot. The material around my legs became less rigid. “For donning your suit we shall allow you more flexibility, but posture training will start eventually.”
As I rolled the suit up my thighs the voice spoke out again. “Roxanne, assist.”
There was a cock sleeve down the front of the crotch and a plug in the back. The rubbery feel of Roxanne’s gloves was arousing and I was stiff when she got me half in. Then she started positioning the butt plug into place, partially penetrating me. She took the sides of the suit and with her help I pulled it up over my hips. The plug pushed all the way in with this action; my cock slid completely into its sleeve. By this time I was completely hard; a flap of rubbery material between my cock and the suit between my legs.
“We control that as well,” I was informed and the flap began to retreat forcing my cock to bend down. “We can continue to keep you stimulated whether we allow you to become erect or not.” A vibrating sensation played around my cock. “The female version has two plugs. We can set them to vibrate, wriggle, spin or thrust.” Roxanne tensed up as they said this; eventually her muffled groans made it obvious that they were demonstrating. Then I felt a pulsing in my ass and realized that they controlled both of her plugs.
“Continue, Roxanne.” The woman held up the front of my suit to make it easier for me to slide my arms in. When I was in up to my elbows she stepped around behind me to help pull the sleeves over my shoulders. I wriggled my fingers to get them into the suit gloves and she zipped me up.
“There are sensors and stimulators throughout the suit,” I was informed with a shock to my nipple as an example. This was followed by a series of pinches, vibrations and more shocks throughout the suit. “Or we can let you feel nothing,” and the suit switched to my body temperature, The density of the material seemed to adjust to where it was hard to feel it against my skin though it was obviously still just as tight a fit.
“From this point you will be unable to speak. Do you have any questions or concerns before we proceed with the demonstration?”
I thought for a minute. “It all seems good so far. How much will this cost? Can I pay in installments?”
There was a pause. “Let us continue with the demonstration. Such matters are best discussed after.”
Salesmanship. I was getting hooked on the idea of owning this suit and the only thing that could sour the idea was if it cost too much – but more features might make me change my concept of ‘too much’.
“All right. Let’s proceed.” What could it hurt?
The headpiece hung against my chest. Another plug was in the mouth section, this one widening so as to fill my cheeks and with groves so that my teeth could fit around it while it filled my mouth. Roxanne helped me to fit it into my mouth. She folded the mask around my face and inserted the built-in earplugs into my ears as she did so before pulling the zipper from the top of my head down the back and along the back of my neck.
“We can set these plugs,” a voice started in my ear, making me jump,” to allow normal hearing or as sound cancelling. They can be set to allow you to only hear the person with the control box if they so desire. The eye covering is a mesh that keeps anyone from seeing in and it too is adjustable. The pinpoint holes I was looking out started to shrink turning my world to shades of grey and then darkness. “Again, your controller decides if they want you to see or not and how much.”
“Roxanne, lock him up.” Something was placed at the back of my neck. When I reached back I could feel a small plate covering where the body zipper met the zipper to the head-piece. It had been fastened in place in some manner that I couldn’t pull it off.
“And now we are your controllers. Roxanne will teach you your duties, as best she can without being able to speak. You had better be a quick learner. We would prefer that any mistreatment of you be for our amusement, just as any pleasure you receive will be.”
That was about four months ago. My gag and butt plug have small holes in them which have allowed me to survive on the liquid diet provided. Roxanne has shown me how to keep the various play spaces my controllers own clean. There have been rewards and punishments.
I resisted at first and suffered for it. I have been on my best behaviour for two months to earn what little freedom my suit allows in the hope that I could get access to a computer for just a few minutes without being discovered. If you are reading this then beware of any advertisement for an SDSA suit. If you ever see such an ad do not answ
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Predicament
“Would you like for me to undress you?”
“Hell yes!”
Kevin couldn’t believe it as Wendy began removing his clothes. She started of quickly, eagerly, a little rough as if desiring to have him naked. But she slowed down as layers of clothing were removed, caressing him gently. Finally, there were Read more…slow, teasing strokes around his erogenous zones as she removed the last of his clothing.
“Shall I strip for you?” She kissed him on the cheek before whispering in his ear, “Master?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice going up a register.
“You’ll keep your hands to yourself? Or do I have to tie them first?”
“I… Tie them?”
Wendy rubbed his arms then slowly slid her arms down to his wrist as she leaned into him, guiding his arms behind his back as she did so.
“Please, master,” she breathed into his chest. Her body was pinning his cock down, which made it want to straighten out even more. “I don’t want my dance to be interrupted. I want you to appreciate my body with your eyes.” She paused for dramatic effect before saying in a more sultry voice, “before appreciate it with your body.” She pressed her hips a little more into his, which he wouldn’t have thought possible if he had been thinking about his hips at the time.
“Tie my hands, slave,” he said as a not very convincing order.
She giggled as she wrapped his belt around his wrists. “Thank you, master,” she said innocently before pulling the slack out of belt and somehow buckling it tightly into place.
She then stepped away from Kevin and began to strip for him. Slowly removing her outer garments, pausing to kiss him or to stroke his cock, keeping him aroused but not too much. She was down to her underwear, rubbing her butt against his fully erect penis when she asked, “Would master like me kneeling before his manhood? Would master like me to play with his balls?”
“Oh, yes,” he sighed, trying to hold back an ejaculation.
She knelt and started to play with his balls. He was too far into fantasy land to notice her tying a string around them.
“Slave,” he was about to order her to give him a blow job when she stood up and gave the string a tug.
“Who are you calling slave?” Wendy stood on a chair and ran the string through a ring in the ceiling. She kept just enough tension on it to keep Kevin from resisting too much.
She moved the chair so that she could thread the string through another ceiling ring somewhere behind him.
“Raise your hands.”
“What?”
She gave a tug on the string as she tried to pull his hands away from his body. He got the idea and managed to raise his hands about six inches away from his body.
“What are you doing?” he asked as she tied the string around where his belt bound him.
“You stopped calling me slave,” she said with a mock pout. “It’s good to see that my slave isn’t deluding himself anymore.”
“But you agreed…”
“No, slave, you said you wanted to play kinky games. You sad you wanted me to be your slave, but I said you wouldn’t be good at it. You insisted that we try.”
She could tell that his arms were getting tired, but he couldn’t lower them without pulling on his balls.
“You allowed this to happen and now you are totally dependent on me. You may not accept this now, but soon you will come to realize…”
“Wendy!”
“Mistress Wendy,” she corrected. “And if you interrupt me again you will be punished. Do you understand?”
Kevin struggled a bit as if seeking a means of escape. Every move he made just added to his discomfort until he returned to his original position.
“That wasn’t an answer. You’ve added five minutes to your imprisonment.” Wendy laughed out loud. “You haven’t convinced me release you yet and have already gotten an additional five minutes to whenever I decide to.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you want, mistress?” she corrected.”
“What do you want, mistress?”
No hesitation that time. He was learning. “I want to play kink games as you requested. I want you to realize that this will only work if I’m in charge.”
“But…”
“Ten minutes,” she said, adding five more to those he had earned. “Think bout my offer. It’s not like you have anything better to do right now.” She teased hiss cock a little more. “You always like my leather pants. Is that because you’ve always saw me as a dominating type? Think about that while I go put them on. Think about how much I control you right now. Think about how deep down inside you really enjoy my having so much control over you.” She left for her bedroom to get her leather pants but hesitated. “Just try no to think about how tired your arms are getting.” She heard him whimper a little as she left the room. Maybe fif*** minutes would be enough time for him to realize that he was the submissive in this relationship. He still had the ten minutes extra, but she could use that to help him realize that she should be his dominant.
“Hell yes!”
Kevin couldn’t believe it as Wendy began removing his clothes. She started of quickly, eagerly, a little rough as if desiring to have him naked. But she slowed down as layers of clothing were removed, caressing him gently. Finally, there were Read more…slow, teasing strokes around his erogenous zones as she removed the last of his clothing.
“Shall I strip for you?” She kissed him on the cheek before whispering in his ear, “Master?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice going up a register.
“You’ll keep your hands to yourself? Or do I have to tie them first?”
“I… Tie them?”
Wendy rubbed his arms then slowly slid her arms down to his wrist as she leaned into him, guiding his arms behind his back as she did so.
“Please, master,” she breathed into his chest. Her body was pinning his cock down, which made it want to straighten out even more. “I don’t want my dance to be interrupted. I want you to appreciate my body with your eyes.” She paused for dramatic effect before saying in a more sultry voice, “before appreciate it with your body.” She pressed her hips a little more into his, which he wouldn’t have thought possible if he had been thinking about his hips at the time.
“Tie my hands, slave,” he said as a not very convincing order.
She giggled as she wrapped his belt around his wrists. “Thank you, master,” she said innocently before pulling the slack out of belt and somehow buckling it tightly into place.
She then stepped away from Kevin and began to strip for him. Slowly removing her outer garments, pausing to kiss him or to stroke his cock, keeping him aroused but not too much. She was down to her underwear, rubbing her butt against his fully erect penis when she asked, “Would master like me kneeling before his manhood? Would master like me to play with his balls?”
“Oh, yes,” he sighed, trying to hold back an ejaculation.
She knelt and started to play with his balls. He was too far into fantasy land to notice her tying a string around them.
“Slave,” he was about to order her to give him a blow job when she stood up and gave the string a tug.
“Who are you calling slave?” Wendy stood on a chair and ran the string through a ring in the ceiling. She kept just enough tension on it to keep Kevin from resisting too much.
She moved the chair so that she could thread the string through another ceiling ring somewhere behind him.
“Raise your hands.”
“What?”
She gave a tug on the string as she tried to pull his hands away from his body. He got the idea and managed to raise his hands about six inches away from his body.
“What are you doing?” he asked as she tied the string around where his belt bound him.
“You stopped calling me slave,” she said with a mock pout. “It’s good to see that my slave isn’t deluding himself anymore.”
“But you agreed…”
“No, slave, you said you wanted to play kinky games. You sad you wanted me to be your slave, but I said you wouldn’t be good at it. You insisted that we try.”
She could tell that his arms were getting tired, but he couldn’t lower them without pulling on his balls.
“You allowed this to happen and now you are totally dependent on me. You may not accept this now, but soon you will come to realize…”
“Wendy!”
“Mistress Wendy,” she corrected. “And if you interrupt me again you will be punished. Do you understand?”
Kevin struggled a bit as if seeking a means of escape. Every move he made just added to his discomfort until he returned to his original position.
“That wasn’t an answer. You’ve added five minutes to your imprisonment.” Wendy laughed out loud. “You haven’t convinced me release you yet and have already gotten an additional five minutes to whenever I decide to.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you want, mistress?” she corrected.”
“What do you want, mistress?”
No hesitation that time. He was learning. “I want to play kink games as you requested. I want you to realize that this will only work if I’m in charge.”
“But…”
“Ten minutes,” she said, adding five more to those he had earned. “Think bout my offer. It’s not like you have anything better to do right now.” She teased hiss cock a little more. “You always like my leather pants. Is that because you’ve always saw me as a dominating type? Think about that while I go put them on. Think about how much I control you right now. Think about how deep down inside you really enjoy my having so much control over you.” She left for her bedroom to get her leather pants but hesitated. “Just try no to think about how tired your arms are getting.” She heard him whimper a little as she left the room. Maybe fif*** minutes would be enough time for him to realize that he was the submissive in this relationship. He still had the ten minutes extra, but she could use that to help him realize that she should be his dominant.
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black_moss fascinating. as a switch I love this kind of game fascinating. as a switch I love this kind of game
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Lock Up Challenge
Cynthia gave the jar of keys a good shake and passed it on two Amanda, who did the same. When the jar had passed around the circle, Teri read the next line of instructions from her tablet.
“Draw four sets of keys from the jar and put them in the box.”
Kara took out a pair of keys and passed the Read more…jar to Laurie.
“Set the timer,” Teri read when there was only one set of keys left in the jar.
“For how long?” Kara asked. “A day?”
“It’s got to be longer than a day,” Cynthis said. “How about a week?”
“A week’s no challenge,” Amanda said. “How about a month or maybe even three months?”
“That’s 2160 hours,” Tina said, punching the number into the box.
There was a pause as the five girls looked at each other. Finally, Cynthia reached out and pressed the activate button.
“It’s not like we’re committed yet.”
“Everyone choose a lock and put on your chastity belts,” Teri read.
“We really aren’t committed yet,” Laurie repeated Cynthia’s comment.
Except that if they wanted to back out they would have to stop Amanda who had already stripped from waist down and was fitting her belt into place.
“We all agreed to this,” she reminded them and picked up one of the open locks from the table.
“Well… yeah, but…”
Amanda slid the lock into place and locked eyes with each of them in turn. ***. Excitement. Anticipation. “I don’t think you’ll let me down.” She clicked the lock shut.
There may have been a gasp or two. There was definitely surprise followed by increased excitement from Tina and Laurie who started to de-pants. Cheryl naturally followed the crowd, and Teri wasn’t about to be the odd-girl-out.
After a few minutes they were all locked away and getting used to the sensation of their new attire. Finally, Teri picked up her tablet again.
“After twenty-four hours use the remaining key to release whomever it will release. That girl keeps the box of keys and the others must be her slaves until the box opens.”
Already, the thought was causing horniness leading to regret. Hopes of being freed the next day were discussed. Jokes were made. Eventually, it was decided to go out to dinner and joke about how nobody around them would suspect they were locked in chastity.
Almost too easy. Only Teri would read a random e-mail with the subject line “Chastity Challenge” and share it with her friends. Holding the box of keys, Tina could be counted on to enter a time if she had to calculate it out.
The keys sitting on top of the lock box had a tag with the number 4 on it that matched the 4 on the lock she had grabbed, but only Amanda’s special lenses could see them. She listened to her friends talking and wondered if she could convince any of them that they wanted to stay locked up for more than three months.
“Draw four sets of keys from the jar and put them in the box.”
Kara took out a pair of keys and passed the Read more…jar to Laurie.
“Set the timer,” Teri read when there was only one set of keys left in the jar.
“For how long?” Kara asked. “A day?”
“It’s got to be longer than a day,” Cynthis said. “How about a week?”
“A week’s no challenge,” Amanda said. “How about a month or maybe even three months?”
“That’s 2160 hours,” Tina said, punching the number into the box.
There was a pause as the five girls looked at each other. Finally, Cynthia reached out and pressed the activate button.
“It’s not like we’re committed yet.”
“Everyone choose a lock and put on your chastity belts,” Teri read.
“We really aren’t committed yet,” Laurie repeated Cynthia’s comment.
Except that if they wanted to back out they would have to stop Amanda who had already stripped from waist down and was fitting her belt into place.
“We all agreed to this,” she reminded them and picked up one of the open locks from the table.
“Well… yeah, but…”
Amanda slid the lock into place and locked eyes with each of them in turn. ***. Excitement. Anticipation. “I don’t think you’ll let me down.” She clicked the lock shut.
There may have been a gasp or two. There was definitely surprise followed by increased excitement from Tina and Laurie who started to de-pants. Cheryl naturally followed the crowd, and Teri wasn’t about to be the odd-girl-out.
After a few minutes they were all locked away and getting used to the sensation of their new attire. Finally, Teri picked up her tablet again.
“After twenty-four hours use the remaining key to release whomever it will release. That girl keeps the box of keys and the others must be her slaves until the box opens.”
Already, the thought was causing horniness leading to regret. Hopes of being freed the next day were discussed. Jokes were made. Eventually, it was decided to go out to dinner and joke about how nobody around them would suspect they were locked in chastity.
Almost too easy. Only Teri would read a random e-mail with the subject line “Chastity Challenge” and share it with her friends. Holding the box of keys, Tina could be counted on to enter a time if she had to calculate it out.
The keys sitting on top of the lock box had a tag with the number 4 on it that matched the 4 on the lock she had grabbed, but only Amanda’s special lenses could see them. She listened to her friends talking and wondered if she could convince any of them that they wanted to stay locked up for more than three months.
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#24
Resembles social media praise.
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Nine out of ten particle physicist will refer you to the twisted CERN domme.
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Rescue five in a turbulent sea.
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There's air conditioning in the loo, so you can keep the door shut.
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Punishment may make n impact in the end.
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The French cat reigns supreme.
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An old game show gets you by.
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Game Show
“All right, Ronald, you know how this game is played. We’ve got ten holes here. Inside one is $1000, but if you reach into the wrong hole it tightens around your wrist trapping you. So, are you ready to play?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. Ten percent chance, Ronald. Choose a hole.”
Ronald reached into a Read more…hole only to be met with a mechanical woh-wohh-WOHHHHHHH sound as his wrist was bound into place.
“That’s too bad Ronald, but you aren’t trapped. There is of course the big red button which will release you, but if you press the big red button then you have to leave us. But – you can always hope to get the $1000 before pushing the big red button. One-in-nine chance now, Ronald, but if your other hand gets trapped you will be *** and you know what happens to *** people.”
“Sasha and JoJo get them.”
“That’s right. And what do Sasha and JoJo do with *** people?”
“SPANK THEM! SPANK THEM! SPANK THEM!” the studio audience shouted.
“That’s right. And they keep right on spanking until they get tired of it. And they haven’t been tiring easily recently. So, what will it be, Ronald?”
woh-wohh-WOHHHHHHH…
“Yes.”
“Very well. Ten percent chance, Ronald. Choose a hole.”
Ronald reached into a Read more…hole only to be met with a mechanical woh-wohh-WOHHHHHHH sound as his wrist was bound into place.
“That’s too bad Ronald, but you aren’t trapped. There is of course the big red button which will release you, but if you press the big red button then you have to leave us. But – you can always hope to get the $1000 before pushing the big red button. One-in-nine chance now, Ronald, but if your other hand gets trapped you will be *** and you know what happens to *** people.”
“Sasha and JoJo get them.”
“That’s right. And what do Sasha and JoJo do with *** people?”
“SPANK THEM! SPANK THEM! SPANK THEM!” the studio audience shouted.
“That’s right. And they keep right on spanking until they get tired of it. And they haven’t been tiring easily recently. So, what will it be, Ronald?”
woh-wohh-WOHHHHHHH…
Alderath 90% chance to win if you stuck your dick in the hole instead. 90% chance to win if you stuck your dick in the hole instead.
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· 29.08.2024 15:30:51
jantellulater Lmao! Plz continue this story! Lmao! Plz continue this story!
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· 29.08.2024 12:03:21
doubletrouble129 😂😂😂 😂😂😂
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· 29.08.2024 5:21:38
BRAT SUMMER TREASURE HUNT
#17
A wooden toy is in the way.
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