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@prpigslave
I can’t deny it. It’s my life.
Reblog faggots so we Superior Master can identify you
Yes I am
REASON #19 GIRLS FRIENDZONE YOU: YOU WEAR GIRLY PANTIES (ALWAYS!) 😂
Yes Sir
This FagiT would give ‘its’ Mind Body and Soul to be NAKED and to be DOMINATED, USED, ABUSED, HUMILIATED AND DEGRADED by YOUNGER SUPERIOR ALPHA SCALLY MASTERS
Yes I am
Thanks to Master @prothroater for showing His faggot what it truly is.
100 hours in bondage (rules)
Feedback is highly appreciated. Don’t worry will setup several backups to make it challenging but safe. There will be overall rules, rules for indoor and rules for outdoor. And Bondage of course…
Overall rules
Permanent chastity. No climax allowed until 100+ hours past
Permanently bound. Body must be roped, belted and/or chained @ all times
Access: at least one body cavity (anal or oral) stuffed @ all times
Indoor rules
Naked. No clothes allowed
Collared
Leather Cuffs on wrists and ankles
Belly chain or collar chain or ankle chain
Always Locked to a 20 feet / 6 meters Tether Chain unless:
1. During Relocating tether chain to other anchor point (max 5 minutes interval).
2. With cuffed or belted ankles and hands cuffed behind back
3. During very restrictive (immobilized) bondage
Outdoor rules
Rope,leather or chain full body harness
Butt plugged
Maximum two pieces of clothing allowed
No private transport allowed. Only walking and public transport
Maximum time spend outdoor 4 hours
Daily Bondage Tasks (every 24 hours)
Tasks can be split up in single hours but must be completed every 24 hours. When not completed a task within 24 hours the remaining hours are doubled added to the next day. Only full hours count.
Hooded 2 hour
Standing w/ spreader-bar and hanging from the wrists 1 hour
Hands cuffed behind back 2 hours
Panel gagged 2 hours
Ring or ball gagged 2 hours
Tied / strapped to a chair with cuffed wrists 3 hours
Hogtied 1 hours
Spread eagle on the floor 1 hour
Kneeling. Belted ankles and thighs. Collar and wrist cuffs locked to wall 1 hour
On all four. Ankles cuffed and connected with a short chain to crotch chain. Thigh cuffs linked to Belly chain. Wrist cuffs also linked to Belly chain using short chains. 1 meter long steel leash locked to floor anchor. Muzzle gag. 1 hour.
Sensory deprivation and control. Strapped to a chair. Earphones. Audio Hypnotic slave training. Hooded and blindfolded. Wrists cuffed behind. 2 hours
Domestic chores. Chain locked to collar and locked ankle chains making standing straight almost impossible. Wrists cuffed and locked to belly chain. Steel butt plug (pad)locked in. 3 hours
Training improves performance
this is good!
Fag-hypnosis Experience
Well today I questioned @faguserchicago how Hypnosis works and if it honestly works. To my surprise he had two audio files, both at 50min length, he told me to trust him and listen to fagnosis first. I started on fagnosis as it was the kinder of the two, there was a lot of moaning, dirty words and sentences repeated over and over again, it didn’t help as I was supposed to working and then told to insert a dildo in my ass and keep it in while listening. After the first 10mins I started to get more and more aroused thinking about slutty depraved things I had done for men in my twenties after 50mins I wanted more.
Next I listened to Fagwashing which was a lot more aggressive. It made me feel that fags are told what to think. by Men who are their superiors, that I NEED Men around me all the time, telling me what to do, how to think. It made me want men to tell me what to do. Still are nearly two hours of this and the dildo still in my ass I felt like a crumbled male that just needed a man to think for me and I was a horny as fuck and just wanted to be pissed on or in and plugged.
OK, fags, there’s a testimonial from one of your own. I’m not a professional sound-mixer nor a psychologist, so these aren’t professional grade, but they get the job done. As I told @nzfagboy, they won’t make you run into the street naked begging for cock, but they’ll make you wish you were.
These files are to be listened to with headphones or earbuds ONLY. The point is to have these voices surrounding your head, enveloping your little faggot brain. And if you really want your world to spin, put these on a portable device (iPhone), and plug in while in service at a glory hole, serving unknown cocks. One fag I know set up an anon hookup via grindr and told the man using it that it would neither see nor hear Him while He helped Himself to its holes. Plugged itself in and got fucked both physically and mentally.
So here are the files. And there’s a bonus file as well. All files are 50 minutes long, and about 55Mg large. Set it up for auto-replay so it goes on and on as you sink deeper and deeper into faggotry.
Fagnosis, the kinder and gentler of the two brainfuck files.
Fagwashing, a more aggressive brainwash of your faggot “brain”.
And, finally, fags, the background track for the two brainfuck files. “White-noise” of fags being used by men, an instant orgy of service surrounding your ears. Great background, fags, for your next sex party. And, Men, use this as background music to scare the bejesus out of your fag when you next use it.
And before you ask, no, I’m not taking special requests.
I’m gonna need these, Sir.
I get a lot of people asking me what the fags in my photos are listening to. Here is your answer
Alone…locked in a straight jacket…gagged…hooded and chained to the wall…watch the full video at https://vimeo.com/183091188
Time has no meaning, the slave could barely remember a time before it was a gimp. It thinks back now to a distant memory, of freedom, of friends and family, of a husband he loved. Did it ever really exist?
He thinks back to the events that led him to this place. He was married, his husband was a decent man, good heart and provider, he was on easy street. He didn’t have to work, his only job was to maintain their home, and most importantly stay faithful to his husband. He was warned of the consequences. He thought he was sneakier and smarter.
He was wrong.
Like the many times before, he kissed his husband good bye as he went off to work. And the moment he was gone, he would take out the hidden smartphone. He’d log into Grindr and scruff and adam4adam and squirt and growlr. He had a taste for kink. He saw the tall muscular man in leather and he said to himself “fuck that’s exactly what the doctor ordered”. Messages were sent and received. In a surprisingly short period of time, He was given directions to the man’s home.
The unknown leatherman asked him. “Do you have any limits?”
“No, not really I’m pretty much down for anything”. He didn’t want to come off all vanilla and boring. He figured he’d just tell him in person.
So he arrived and the man was even hotter in person. A Tom of Finland fantasy come true. He allowed himself to be locked into a straight jacket. Hooded and gagged. Chained down. Fucked and bred, that wasn’t actually part of the deal, but he was on prep anyways. But that means he would have to go home and clean up before his husband got home.
After the man was finished. He laid there. Exhausted but exhilarated. As soon as he was able to speak he was going to ask the man if he could see him again. Only by the time he could speak he had definitely other things in mind.
The straight jacket and the chains were getting tight and uncomfortable. Okay I’ve had enough of this he thought. He tried to speak but there is no intelligent sounds coming from behind the gag and the hood. He Flexed against the chains pulled against his restraints trying to get his message across.
He could hear the creaking of the man’s leather and the smell of the cigar.
“I’ve decided that you please me, and I’m going to keep you” the man said matter of factly. “Looking at your phone here, there is no social media. No Facebook or Instagram. No contacts. No incoming calls. A pile of text messages but reading the messages it’s clear these are just hook ups and tricks. You only use this phone for sex don’t you? Here let me take the gag out so I can hear what you’re trying to say.
“Please come on man let me go. I didn’t agree to this. I have a husband who will be home soon and looking for me, I had fun but let me go now”.
“What did you say when I asked you if you had any limits?” He asked. “Didn’t you say “no not really? And when I asked you again are you sure you don’t have any limits? Didn’t you say … “no I’m yours for whatever you want”.
“Yeah but fuck dude. I didn’t mean this. LET ME GO!” I was starting to lose it.
“That’s enough for now” he said. “I need to make you disappear. It was nice of you to leave your regular phone unlocked in your car. You really should be password protected. And your wallet. I’ve just booked you a one way bus ticket to San Francisco. I’m going to dress in your clothes and pack a bag. I’ll park your car in long term parking and leave your regular phone I’ll post a vague message to your Facebook. “I can’t do this”. Then I’ll board that bus. Or should i say you will. I’ll get off at the next major stop. I’ll leave your wallet on the bus.
By the time anyone looks for you, all they’ve find is a string of charges from here to San Francisco. Then nothing. You’ll disappear.
But it’s time to sleep now, and with that he sunk the needle into my arm. I don’t know how long I was out or what day or month it is. I’ve been here for so long time has no meaning.
If only I’d been faithful. But what does it matter now, as Master always says. I’m only a slave.
if you say no limits, you better mean no limits!
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Chained Chastity - A Bondage Movie - Part 1 from Heavy Bondage on Vimeo.
‘The Prisoner’ has now been converted to a rubber bondage drone and continues to be the play thing of bondage expert ‘The Captor’. To enhance his captivity, ‘The Captor’ decides that metal chastity should be used to further keep ‘The Prisoner’ entertained. This video shows extended consensual bondage and captivity. If this doesn’t interest you then go elsewhere. If you’ve enjoyed this then please ‘like’ it and leave a comment. These videos may soon be deleted from Vimeo. Please visit heavybondagevideo.wordpress.com/ where you’ll find their new home.
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(Post 16/20)
When the object begged and pleaded to be transformed into the object that it was at heart, when it devoted its very existence to the Master, it actually had no idea what was in store for it, it had no clue just what it was really begging for and to what extremes that it would be transformed into a thing.
A thing, that’s all it is now. The Master rarely speaks to it now except to occasionally give the thing its instructions and even those interactions are minimal. During the first phase of its transformation the object lived in cages when it wasn’t being trained or in service. it slept in the cage, or at least rested in in one, the very small cages made it difficult to sleep at times, as did the addition of restraints within the cage.
the object would be released from the cage when the Master had need of it, whether to use it for His enjoyment or to have it perform any number of tasks and chores around the Master’s home. the object always performed those duties while in bondage and fully encased in rubber, leather or other fetish related materials. It was important that the object never feel that it was an equal to anything, that at all times it was less and lower than even the Master’s other slaves and boys.
The Master never looked upon the object in those rare moments when it was not fully encased, He never wanted to see its flesh, flesh was repulsive and its rubber skin was the beautiful thing. the object’s sense of humanity was slowly eroded, day after day, replaced by seeing its image in reflections where it had no face, just a rubber or leather skin. Blank and emotionless, just a thing, another possession in its Master’s collection of things.
the object remained gagged at all times except when its pig hole was being used in service to its Owner, it was never allowed to speak once it was owned, all it could do was to grunt and moan and occasionally cry out in yelps of pain and surprise.
Slowly over time the object spent more time in the cages of its Owner instead of earning its keep around its Master’s home, reducing the amount of time it had “enjoyed” outside of the cage and able to move around, even though those times always consisted of bondage or other forms of restriction, immobility and storage. The addition of a catheter meant that the object could be lower-maintenance when stored in the cage, either through recycling its piss or by allowing it to be collected, often for use at a later time.
The various gags that it lived with, intruding in its pig hole often had breathing/feeding tubes which would be connected to a funnel, allowing the Master to simply dump the object’s liquid nutrition and water into the funnel all at once and walk away. The Master watered His plants with more care and deliberation, the object had to learn how to drink quickly and how to close its throat to prevent being flooded. The funnel was also of course used as a makeshift urinal. At times the object would be caged like that in its Owner’s bedroom where in the middle of the night the Master could simply drain His piss into His living urinal and return to bed without ever having to stumble to the bathroom.
More and more often the object’s existence in the cage became more minimal, no pillows and no blankets, absolutely noting inside the cage except for itself and the ever encasing leather and rubber and bondage it lived in. Just waiting, constantly. For what, it never knew, it just waited. The combination of being in a leather straitjacket within the cage was both loved and hated by the object. it of course loved and needed that level of helplessness, to feel that leather embrace and at times view it as a proxy of an imagined embrace from its Master. But the object also resented the straitjacket as it made living in the cage more difficult, trying to find a position to lay down was awkward, sitting back up was even more challenging and the simple act of doing so would tire the object and leave it panting and sweating from the effort.
Through the use of hoods and blindfolds, the constant blindness of the object was disorienting. The cage had a way of being constantly present, reminding the object that it was confined in a very small space but without ever being able to see it, the object would feel lost in a vast emptiness of space, being able to press itself against the bars of its confinement became a comfort to the object.
Then came the gimp training for the object. it’s rubber skin would be lubed up so that as a rubber encased object it could be slipped into its tightly form fitted gimp suit and sealed in. it’s arms and legs folded up left the object hobbling around on its padded knees and elbows. The Master made sure to give the object ever increasing amounts of time and training as a gimp, requiring it to often crawl around so that it became more proficient at it and so the object became more comfortable in such a lowly and degrading situation.
The end of each training session was pushed out longer and longer, keeping the object as a helpless gimp hours longer each time. Eventually the day came when the gimp training session came to an end but rather than releasing the object from the gimp suit, it was led back into its cage, a long hose was attached to the single opening in the gimp mask and the cage was locked, leaving the gimp to struggle and focus on its breathing and to remain nothing but a gimp. it didn’t know that first time that this was how it would be spending the night, or so many more nights to come, it just knew that it was trapped in the cage and unable to really find too many positions to rest, and that being forced to breathe through that long hose meant that much of the object’s air was being recycled. its lungs didn’t have the capacity to move enough air through the hose to get completely fresh air, without any other kind of implement the object was left to rebreathe its air until… when? At times the object would become anxious because of it but most of the rest of the time the object was in a daze, slightly delirious and unable to focus on much of anything, trying to keep a line of thought going was next to impossible, which when the object thought about it in a brief moment of clarity, was probably a good thing as it helped distract the object from the fact that it was trapped as a gimp, not even able to lie down or move its arms and legs. it just existed and focused on the one task at hand, pushing enough air in and out of the tube to breathe. it was never sure if it managed to fall asleep like that, but it would have times of feeling that it wasn’t conscious the moment just before it had that thought. Was it just zoning out or through a combination of training and oxygen deprivation had it simply given up all hope of anything else and become that much more of a rubber animal?
Slowly, the object thought less and less, worried about any pain or discomfort it was in less and less. When its Owner would appear and let the object know that He was there, it would become excited and aroused, the object no longer got excited about a thought of being released from bondage or having hopes of even just being transferred to a different form of bondage, its thoughts became much more simple, just pure excitement at its Master’s presence and for any meager attention that the Master bestowed upon the object. it seldom thought in words anymore, just feelings and images, even for the brief times when it was removed from its gimp and rubber skins for cleaning, that spell was never broken, the object would feel horribly exposed and raw without its rubber skin, it needed to be encased and it needed to be caged.
To His own amazement the Owner had done it, the object had become such a thing that it no longer evened moaned in discomfort, it appeared to no longer think as even a human that it once was. True, that now the duties around the house had to be shifted to the slave and the occasional visiting boy, but at least it meant that the Master had a rubber animal/object/thing in His possession, one which was kept caged nearly at all times. The Master would bring it out for some brief exercise, sometimes to be a foot rest, or to fuck its holes or to perform oral service but beyond that, it remained locked in the cage. Gagged, blind, sealed in rubber and most commonly as a gimp. It was a long and difficult transformation for the object but by this point, it couldn’t even remember any of that, all the object could do was exist in the moment, no past and no thoughts of the future. it existed and it belonged to its Owner. That’s all that mattered.
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Hypnosis: Hands Free Orgasm 2 (Request) (by UltraHypnosis .)
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Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.
I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text.
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Woof … licks armpits
That sounds great!
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Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.
I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text.
