kidnap me kidnap me kidnap me take me away plsss im begging no more responsibilities make me missing
Symptoms of late stage capitalism: being kidnapped as a sex toy rates as significantly better than being part of this system

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kidnap me kidnap me kidnap me take me away plsss im begging no more responsibilities make me missing
Symptoms of late stage capitalism: being kidnapped as a sex toy rates as significantly better than being part of this system
best storage container for misbehaving bondage toys
a box, nailed shut
a coffin, buried deep
a barrel, clamped shut
a thick plastic sack, hanging like a punching bag
a small cramped pet transport crate
an exposed outdoors cage
s-so....the collar......means i'm your slave from now on? 🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨
Feed your bun.
Some nice rope bondage
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Open wide
"But I don't want to cum"
That's just too fucking bad, isn't it? ♥
I want you to cum. I want to force that orgasm onto you. I want you to feel it, and I want you to know that I made you feel that way. I might even want to make you do it over and over. Keep a little score to myself on how many times I can make someone cum before I'm spent.
You're not cumming for your pleasure, you're cumming for mine.
sometimes you really do want to just put someone in a headlock and fuck them like a sextoy, in that kinda way where you’re just kinda metaphorically saying “I don’t care about your sexuality or anything else about you I just need a fleshlight right now”
My ultimate fantasy is being gangraped in public. Don't really care how it happens.
Maybe in a dark alley on my way home. Being forced on my knees on the dirty floor while dicks are being shoved in my mouth. Everyone laughing and talking about what a slut I am and how they're gonna use me while I choke and cry beneath them
Or maybe while I'm on a hike in the woods someone just grabs me from behind and drags me off the path into the trees. Before I can even comprehend what's happening my pants are being pulled down and a dick shoved into my cunt. Other men emerge from behind the trees and take their dicks out, jacking off to the sight of me being raped, silently struggling while the man behind me covers my mouth so I don't scream
Or how about a public park? Someone kidnaps me and ties me to a bench in the hour before dawn. I'm naked bent over the bench, presenting my pussy for everyone who walks my. They put up a sign that says "free use fucktoy" right next to me. When people start pouring into the park once the sun is up, they point and laugh at me and some will stop to fuck me. A line forms behind me. At the end of the day, I'd be humiliated with cum dripping down my legs
Fuck I wanna be gangraped to bad <3
God I just need to gag something
Maybe tie it to a chair first, that would make things easier. Blindfolded, hands taped into fists, ass plugged nice and full, cock or clit hooked up to a vibrator. Strap it down tight, so when the vibe is on, it can’t move off. (It’s turned off, of course, one can’t just start with pleasure. It has to be earned!) What we will start with is some throat training: a big dildo, in and out. My other hand lightly holding it in place by its throat. Drool accumulates on its chest as it gags and spits. All the way down; I can feel its neck swell. “Good toy!” Holding it there for a little longer each time. We need to make sure you’re ready. We only move on once it can hold the cock in its throat for ten whole seconds without gagging.
I rifled through its laundry for underwear from the past week. I know I won’t be able to fit *all* of that in its mouth, but I’m damn sure gonna try. You have to start by stuffing its cheeks before filling out the rest. It ends up being able to take five pairs, which is quite good! It’s moaning now, a bit raspy through the gag, cheeks bulging. I can’t tell if it’s from bliss or from the pain of its jaw being stretched so hard. To be honest, I don’t really care.
Next I wrap some electrical tape around its head, not too tight, and not enough to completely seal its mouth. It’s just to hold that dirty underwear in place, and we want it to still be able to breathe through its mouth (even if it’s only a little). Normally I’d seal it up with microfoam, the best type of tape, but today we’re going overboard, so some precautions are necessary. For the next phase I have a bunch of strips of soft, stretchy cloth. The first goes over its head, tied under its chin, pulling its jaw closed, just a bit. The second over its mouth, hiding the tape. The third almost the same, but it’s wider, and so goes over its chin as well. The fourth I tie over its eyes; unnecessary, I know, but it makes for some nice visual symmetry.
I saved the dirtiest piece of underwear for this part. Was it at the gym, or just edging itself stupid? Either way, the best pantyhoods are the most musky. Over its head it goes, pulled tight in the back with some string. If its consciousness hadn’t completely dissolved into sub space yet, now its mind was definitely gone. You just can’t stop moaning! “What a beautiful toy you’ve become. But we’re not done yet.”
More cloth, real big strips now, covering its nose and mouth and chin. Sealing in its scent, not that that was necessary really. Three seemed like enough, so I tied a fourth just to be sure. It’s totally unrecognizable now, a mass of cloth occasionally making some muffled sounds. One more over its head and under its chin. Finally, I wrap its head in a black, shiny silk scarf. I ask if it can still breathe, and it nods, just ever so slightly. Good; enjoy it while you can!
I turn the vibe on and sit back to watch. It’s on a low setting, pulsing. It doesn’t take long for it to start to grind and hump—as much as it can, anyway. It hasn’t cum in weeks, so I don’t know why I’m surprised it only takes about ten minutes for it to start shaking with pleasure, even with the vibrator on such a low setting. Oh well! That’s the toy’s problem, not mine.
I walk over and lean in. “Did you just cum?” It doesn’t really react, head lolling a bit, moaning. It’s still grinding on the vibe, though not as energetically. I slap one of its tits, and it jumps to attention. “Did you just cum?!” I ask again. It nods repeatedly now; good toy. “That’s too bad, really,” I say, and pause for effect. The toy shakes its head, confused.
Then I turn the vibrator on high.
A muffled scream barely escapes all the layers of cloth and underwear. If I’m not mistaken, it came again immediately. The seat of the chair is long since soaked with sweat and cum. It’s trying so hard to escape, but it just can’t get off. Or, well, get off is all it can do. After about twenty minutes, it cums for a fifth time, and I turn the vibrator down. To a medium setting.
I begin disassembling the gag. The silk hood, all the over-the-nose gags, the pantyhood. All the layers of cloth. When it’s down to just a blindfold and the tape holding in all that underwear, I ask: “Are you ready to finish?” It takes a second to respond with a nod—confused, I’m sure, at me asking for such permission. With one hand, I reach down, and turn the vibe on full blast. I clamp the other over its stuffed mouth, and pinch its nose closed.
It’s writhing hard now! Jerking off with my other hand, I let it breathe a few times, smothering it over and over. I think it orgasms several more times, but I’m not paying much attention. As I’m getting close, I seal off its air for the final time. After thirty seconds, it starts really struggling, begging for release, I’m sure. After a minute, it’s just screaming. Stupid, really, but what can you expect from a toy? That sends me over the edge. I let it breathe, and hold its head in place while I paint its face white. I grab that last bit of dirty underwear and pull it tight across its face, wet patches quickly forming.
I step away to clean myself off, and admire my handiwork. It’s so beautiful: its face, blindfold, and gag soaked with cum, its body soaked in sweat, driven mad by its own musk. Mindlessly humping the vibrator, even though I’m sure it’s long since gone numb from overstimulation. I think about leaving it there for a while; I’m sure it wouldn’t complain. But no, I walk over and begin to untie it, remove the gag, clean it up. You have to treat your toys with some care, after all, or else they’ll break.