This is so evil, I love it. Daddy can we try this?

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@faunatheblackwingedwolf
This is so evil, I love it. Daddy can we try this?
how do the centaurs sleep? and how do they stretch after a good sleep?
Ok this is one I’ve been wanting to cover for a while and my cooldown sketches got out of hand, so buckle up and enjoy the picturebook!
The easiest options is exactly what you think, the flop. In a home, thick carpets or tatami-like mats would provide at least some sort of cushion for the horse-half and various sized cushions and pillows to lift and support the top half. And they CAN sleep standing up, like horses, but it does require both a special harness/corset and practice. And it’s not very comfortable for anything deeper than a doze or catnap for most, so it’s mostly reserved for bad situations, naps, or guard duty.
Most common are recliners, or ‘hammocks’. Easy to fold and carry for cultures on the move, or make fancy for the city-folk they are probably the most ubiquitous of centaur furniture. A simple adjustable A-frame supporting some sort of flexible fabric-ish sheet for the top half to lean against and sleep. Usually paired with some sort of large blanket or padding on the ground to lay the horse-half on!
When you don’t have no fancy recliners, your herd will do! The preferred sleeping method of closely bonded herds is to simply rest on your buddies cushy backside! Roaming bands can often form long chains of sleeping centaurs with the unlucky first taur either on guard duty, sleeping sprawled, or with the group’s only hammock.
Mix and match to your character and herd’s personal preference!
Also stretchies!
A wonderful House of Gord inspired method for exercising a rubberdoll.
Saturdays are for reblogging House of Gord!
When Gord moved to Schloss Gord, the 5th(?) House of Gord, he upgraded from the famous ceiling silos to an in-floor storage space.
... Which he mostly used to store Jewell Marceau.
Superb 🖤😍🔐😍🖤
She just has to walk on her knees and elbows for one minute, one whole minute: that is all her captors require, and she will be free. Several days have passed. She has been fed and watered, has passed waste into the suit several times, but she is no closer or further from her goal than at the start. Trapped in the suit, she cannot see them, but can hear their footfalls and soft laughter at her predicament, taunting her with the promise of freedom. The suit stinks of her own sweat and waste, but she can only scream into the gag in frustration as the noisome mixture of bodily fluids slips and slides between her skin and the thick clinging layer which imprisons her. She does not know that her entire ordeal is being streamed live, with viewers betting on how long she will take to get her freedom, if at all. If she does not get out within a month, she will be given as a gift to the highest donor to the channel.
He said they would go out later. He didn’t say how much later though……
“You know Claire, you’re acting ridiculous. When you were Clark you had no issues with tattoos when you got that big one across the top of your back. Even after becoming sissy Claire, you let me do that small one on your lower back. But now that I wanted to turn it into a proper sized tramp stamp, you freak out. Luckily my friend Alicia here had plenty of tape here in her tattoo parlor and she also knows how to handle a poor behaved sissy. Now you’re going to stay out here for the day with your little sissy clitty on display in its pink prison. We will also leave the remote to your plug, so Alicia’s artists and clients can make you struggle, moan, and of course twitch in your chastity to entertain themselves throughout the day. Now Alicia and I are going to go work on a redesign for your tramp stamp. It will let the world know that you are a chastised sissy and my property. If you continue to misbehave, we will tattoo sissy Claire on your forehead. Do you understand?” Mistress Emily finished.
“MMMMPPGHH MMMMPPPGHH MMMPPPGH” Clare moaned and nodded quickly not wanting her forehead tattooed.
“Good” Mistress Emily said as her and Alicia left to go to Alicia’s office, leaving the naked, bound, gagged and plugged sissy to the mercy of the full tattoo parlor. Alicia’s second in command, Stephanie, reached for the remote first, turning on Claire’s plug. Everyone started to laugh as Claire immediately started to moan and struggle as her caged clitty twitched away. Claire could only struggle while waited to see what her new tramp stamp would look like and wondering, why she didn’t just except the first tattoo.
Police Officer Rachel Adams had finally tracked down the notorious Madam Plush, the vicious trafficker. This bitch had escaped justice for too long and it was time to bring her in and hopefully recover all the poor girls sold into sex slavery. But as our cop should’ve known, girls on their own are an easy target. A chloroform rag and uniform stripping later, Rachel was standing, bound in a tape cocoon, ready for more layers of torture. As Madam Plush piled on more gaffer tape, Rachel’s vehement struggles and protests were being crushed under the sticky prison. Before long, her entire head was mummified too, just before she was loaded into the shiny body sack. Tightly strapped and wriggling on the floor, she could just about hear Madam bragging about her finest piece of merchandise yet….
“You having a fun stay at the Moonlight Motel? Honeymoon going great?” The older woman teased, having come in for room cleaning, not hearing my protests to her knocking.
“I assume the other half’s out getting chocolate covered strawberries… or whipped cream… something kinky by the looks of you.” She smirked, grabbing and groping me from behind. “Shame that he’s seen you for the last time; you’re too cute like this to just leave you for someone else.”
All I could do was whimper through my panty stuffed, tape sealed mouth as she lifted me into the laundry cart, throwing dirty sheets on top to hide me and grabbing the bondage toys we’d brought for her own sadistic use on me later.
@ducttapekittydoll and I had become firm friends over the last few months. So much so, that I offered to take her with me for a long weekend. I figured we should get an early start and I wanted to her to be able to stretch her legs out on the long drive. I think that will do very well. Not sure if she’ll like what I’ve packed into the cocoon with her, but there’s always one way to find out.
“Agreeing… no, begging to be tied up like this the first time you meet someone. I’m beginning to think you’re the crazy one.” @the-english-bounder laughed as he lifted me up to the box, leaning down, fingers rubbing around my crotch till he found the vibrators buttons. I definitely liked it, which he could quickly tell from my submissive moans. Question is, will he actually unwrap me later as promised?
The tape colour wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough to her skin tone. A nice pair of sexy red lips drawn on, an overcoat thrown over her bound frame and the darkening evening giving us the perfect cover to slip her away to the transport….
I looked helplessly out the car window at those on the street for help, but unlike an obvious silver, nobody could tell anything was up as we drove past.
Whining and struggling in my bondage, hearing the moans of equally helpless subs coming from the car trunk as my new owner turns round, grinning at the two empty seats in the back.
“Let’s find you girls even more new friends.”
The fake kidnapping. A risky game to play and certainly when money is involved. @ducttapekittydoll needed some extra funds and decided to ask a Co-worker if he could assist. The older man had a chequered past it seemed and also needed some money to escape his long term problems. The girl was at home alone, with her ‘kidnapper’ arriving at the promised time. He wasted no time in binding her up and stuffing her mouth with her socks. As she squirmed in the man’s grip, she knew she was fucked. After the tape started being wound around her head, he went to make a phone call to his other employers…..
@ducttapekittydoll and I had become firm friends over the last few months. So much so, that I offered to take her with me for a long weekend. I figured we should get an early start and I wanted to her to be able to stretch her legs out on the long drive. I think that will do very well. Not sure if she’ll like what I’ve packed into the cocoon with her, but there’s always one way to find out.
Life of A Drone:
An unfortunate byproduct of the ever-growing ease of access to conversion technology is its inevitable misuse.
A particularly rare instances it is used in kidnapping and ransom. High profile targets are whisked away and held captive under threat of conversion using black market SmartLatex kits. If the ransom is unpaid on time the subjects friends and family typically receive, instead of their loved one, a blank drone ready for programming. In rarer cases a partial conversion will be left behind, driven half mad by the intense sensations coursing through its body.
This security footage captures the moment when an abductee learned that her family would not be forthcoming with the desired amount. One of seven siblings she was deemed expendable and, rather than encourage further similar actions against her Owner siblings, was left to the mercy of her captors.
Please I beg to be used whilst like this then left to free myself
Good girls beg for it
Make me dumb. Melt my mind
Bound in trash bags. By the creepy 3rd place winner of the Jack Nicholson contest. Life at summer camp wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded….now she was going to be dumped in his van and taken away.
Sounds like a good day at camp to me, but I may be biased...