You’ve probably noticed that lately I appear here quite rarely, and if I did reply to anyone, I kept it short and seemingly without any interest. All of this is the result of an agreement between me, my Mistress, and my Mother — for almost three weeks I was in real slavery. Regular sessions (even if sometimes long) were replaced by literally permanent existence in the state you’ll see in these photos. I literally had only two breaks a day for basic needs — the rest of the time was complete and merciless bondage, dollification, and total female control over me.
This was an experiment that was supposed to show whether it’s possible to live the way many people fantasize about (including me, back when I couldn’t even imagine where this kink would take me). And I’m afraid I’ll disappoint many of you (because you’re here for the fetish, aren’t you?). Fantasies are one thing — reality is another.
IT. WAS. VERY. HARD. Both psychologically and physically.
Psychologically — at some point I’m realize how idiotic and wrong it is to stay in that state day after day. I’m loose touch with reality, the days blur together, and at one point I genuinely stopped feeling like a human being. I was just a fetish object and their sexual toy.
Physically — this is more obvious. My legs were in agony from high heels worn for 20+ hours. The huge thick gags literally destroyed my mouth — my jaw would cramp up, and sometimes the decorative elements on the lingerie (rhinestones, bows, etc.) used as stuffing would dig into the roof of my mouth, making the gag even more unbearable. The armbinder made my arms go numb to the point where I couldn’t feel them, and I was scared it might cause lasting damage (thankfully it didn’t). The tight ropes cutting into my body. And THESE HUGE AND HEAVY TITS. Being with them 24/7 turned out to be a real challenge — their weight, the way they got in the way and bounced made them a genuine problem. The big supportive bra stopped being just an item of clothing for me; it became a necessity.
During this period, Mom installed several cameras in the house so she could monitor my condition when she or Mistress wasn’t right next to me. Safety was important in this experiment, and she kept an eye on me. (I might show screenshots from those cameras later.)
When Mom or my Mistress were with me, I became a toy in their hands — spanks, squeezes, and “drowning my face in their tits” became the bare minimum.
I truly experienced this crazy and very strange experience. And I still don’t fully understand whether I liked it or not…
Here’s a photo of my “usual” state during those days. A full day in the “office doll” style, as my mom called it. The complete set of her tight office clothes on me:
High-heeled office shoes;
A large bra with thick push-up cups to make my tits even bigger;
Shaping lingerie and petticoat from Rago (I think if you search this brand, you’ll understand how tight this women’s shapewear is);
A very narrow skirt that hugs my ass and restricts leg movement;
A white tight turtleneck that emphasizes my tits;
A white cardigan on top (as I understand it, this item was meant to shift attention away from her mom bust);
Add to this restraints - a wide collar, a tight latex hood, a merciless armbinder, and a thick gag — and you get the result you see in the photo.
I’m looking forward to your feedback. I’d be really interested to know what you think about this experiment and my outfit in this photo. I’ll be happy to reply to everyone.
