All previous innumerable experiences consolidate down to a singular moment in time in order to amalgamate further still into a single point of focus in a perpetually reoccurring state that itself will always remain unchanged yet which in turn could only be regarded through a lens of contextual perspectives that constantly shift according to the immediate… if the edge of a perfect blade is the closest physical representation of invisibility then the above state must therefore be the closest a human has come to time travel… and we unknowingly perform this miracle every nanosecond of every conscious and unconscious minute spent throughout each of our lives… and we do it from the moment of our conception to the final breath.
Aint nobody moving from here lad gimped in your rubber suit with your cock cathed to a pee bag & ur butt securely probed with an inflatable plug, I’m going to keep you under my control for hours! Feed you loads of poppers via ur breather tube. Yeah!🐽
(Fiction) After years of envy, he finally invited me, there was no way to not take that chance. He did not even wait at my arrival, within 30 minutes i geared me up and chained me into that room i had seen in clips all those years. But then he left the room…
For hours i was excited, could not believe it was me standing here like that now, helpless, mute, blind and a dick straining in the tiny chastity cage under the rubber, but it got exhausting, standing there, getting hotter in the rubber, and nothing happening.
It took another few hours before i heard someone enter again and shortly after then he finally talked to me: 'I have officially released my previous slave boy now. Unfortunately he could no longer stay my permanent rubbered toy object living in this dungeon room.
It took a while to find and bribe the right 'officer' at the airport to allow him using your return ticket to get on the plane, but he is on his way now, will surely settle well in your former home. Lucky me though, i do not have to be without a helpless toy object at all, now that you have taken his place. I hope you remember how the house and this playroom looked like, because you won't be seeing anymore for the coming decades, let alone leave this room again.
(Clip: Lxzentai2014/ferubber)
F*ck… what the… this cannot be true…. but at the same time… that dick in the tiny chastity cage strained as hard as never before…
Now I have your attention, okay boy? So listen to me. You will remain in the straitjacket, hooded and gagged throughout the night. Be a good boy and maybe I'll let you go in the morning. Remember I said "maybe"... 😈🔥