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mcmliii4me

duct tape mumification

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giasinga73

Nie ohne 😉

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theshackler

@littlebondageboi @boundkailo

hypnomaster216

Your obsession with hypnosis controls you

You yearn to sink deeper and deeper

You dream about being brainwashed

As my words ensnare your mind

As my commands arouse your cock

Sinking deeper as you scroll my blog

Becoming more susceptible to my spiral

Your rock hard cock desperate for release

As you sink even deeper under my spell

Impossible to resist

Cum to me

hypnocurious13

@hypnomaster216 controls me

lemerovingian-deactivated202507

Relax for me now.

Just stare and relax.

Just stare and drift.

Just stare and obey.

Just stare and drop deep

Deep into hypnosis.

Deep into hypnosis for me

Deep under my control

Deep under my hypnotic spell

*DROP*

Good toy.

kinkonthebrain

Wrapped Up Indefinitely

He flops me onto the bed and drags me into the centre of the mattress. I’m tightly encased in layers of pallet wrap and duct tape from head to toe. The last words I hear him say “hope you are nice an comfy…gonna be here a while”. He slips the headphones over my shiny covered ears then finishes his work by stuffing a pecker gag in my mouth and strapping it tight. Sight, sound, and mobility deprived, I am reduced to thoughts, feelings, grunts, and groans. He leaves the room, turns off the light, and closes the door. He has left and taken my right to move, see, or hear with Him.

He controls the narrative. I’m no longer a he or him. I’m His “thing”. I’m an object…an “it”. In complete darkness I wait. My only escape from this storage is through Him. I desperately want to be able to sense his presence; at the very least know what is going on around me. Then I’d have some concept of time, how long I’ve been here, and when he might come for me. I know nothing. Just that I have to wait in the darkness and silence he has orchestrated.

Eventually, I give in to the sensory deprivation, and drift off. Vivid random images appear that have no context or no meaning. Every so often I snap back to the reality of my predicament, then slowly drift away again. Is he coming for me at all…I’m cocooned and warm…and it matters less and less.

I’m woken by him removing the gag. Though I have achieved a stasis of comfort, the abrupt awakening into this environment is a shock. My body and mind have been managing the captivity, but I would happily accept release and secretly pray for it. He leans me onto my side and I feel him tearing a hole in the plastic and tape armour. A whoosh of cool air flows from the opening, and I momentary believe I may be granted freedom. That is, until I realize where the hole has been made. I’m flipped on my belly. The pressure on my chest makes breathing a far more arduous task.

He places a couple of pillows under my abdomen to jack knife my pelvis. It helps alleviate the pressure on my lungs, but it also props my ass in the air. He was benevolent enough to return my hearing just in time to note the sound of the lube bottle pop open. He greases my pucker and in mere seconds, His cock is hilt deep, balls squishing into the base of my ass crack with each thrust. He held Himself there for a minute, firmly planted and stretching my hole. “You belong to me. Your hole belongs to me. I’ll keep you here for days just feeding your ass loads of cum. Wouldn’t you like that pig?” “Yes Alpha.” I replied as I’ve been instructed to reply regardless of my desire for such predicaments.

It was a fast and furious slam fucking. As he neared ejaculation, he gripped the back of my head with both hands and smothered my face into the mattresses. I was being asphyxiated, face down in a prone position and all I could do is lay the and accept the rough ploughing of my hole.

He didn’t last long. Not sure if it was the absolute control that had him cumming so quick or the understanding that it was impossible for me to breathe; regardless, I was now filled with his seed. A plug was grabbed from the nightstand and used to collected some of the cum dripping from my gaping cream filled hole. He then wiped the jizz from the toy under my nose before pushing it up into my gut, keeping the cum plugged up my ass. Getting my ass plugged was not an indication that he was done holding me in storage.

No…I would not be released. I was flipped onto my back again, and earphones applied, thankfully no gag. But there I was again in complete darkness, alone and at the mercy of His time and agenda. I tried to find a groove of relaxation again after the interruption, and I never fully did. It was the sensation of the fat plug up my ass that took all of my attention. Initially it felt pretty good stuffed inside me. I’d tighten my hole and feel it rub against my prostate. I could at least derive some pleasure. However, after about an hour of pleasure, my sphincter muscles started to ache from being constantly propped open. Ugh.

It must have been about two hours later when he climbed back onto the bed. I was wide awake in complete darkness, trying to distract my thoughts from the plug invading my ass. He took off the headphones again, straddled my arms and chest and flopped out His cock and balls onto my chin and mouth. They smelled of man musk. “Lick and suck” he commanded. I started licking his balls and as he pushed his cock closer, I gave it a tongue bath too. This got him hard so he propped up pillows on the headboard and dragged my helpless body up against the pillows. Once in place, he pushed his cock into my lips signalling to me to open wide. Before the face fucking began he made me a deal. “If you can handle five minutes of me fucking your face and gag less than 7 times, I’ll take the plug out of your ass.”

I didn’t even get a chance to say ‘ok’ and his cock was pumping in and out of my throat. Thanks to lots of deep throat practice since the signing my Dom/sub contract, I got away with only gagging 4 times before he finished by jerking off on my nose and mouth.

Given that he is cutting deals with me about leaving the plug in or out, I draw the conclusion that I was still not getting out…after what…3 – 4 hours? It was when the headphones went back on and I was trying to adjust back into my comfort zone that he began unwrapping and unlocking my dick from its chastity cage. I surmised I was about to be a reward for my trail. An edge and cum session to conclude the session. It would feel so good to have my cock played with after months of chastity.

He touched my cock only to insert a catheter tube into it. Then he set up a hydration bag for me to suck down fluids. This was indicative of a much much longer stay that I had figured on and it took some time to adjust from a state of panic.

My head and heart settled down. Rest came easy with my bladder drained and the plug out of my ass. Thoughts about escape came and went, but overall I was managing the next few hours like a champ. Or at least I thought it was a few more hours.

Alpha’s third return was approx. 6 hours into the session. He said he was about ready for bed so he should take care of something. That something was not me. It was his bladder. He once again pushed his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth like a good boy. His piss began trickling into my mouth. The occasional stream landed onto my chin, rolled down the side of my face, and rested at the back of my neck inside my waterproof enclosure. Once I had gulped down every drop of his warm golden fluid, he promptly hopped off the bed, turned off the lights, vid me adieu, and closed the door.

I was fucked, plugged, face fucked, catheterised, and used as a urinal. I could smell and taste his bitter piss. I could feel and taste my salty cum-encrusted moustache when I ran my tongue along it. So many sensations of discomfort. It was time to get out. He begged to differ.

officergrady

Something about this narrative that really pulls me in.

w33l

You exist to O-bey, please, and serve Master Stephen and His Perfect, Beautiful, and Superior Cock, Balls, and Cum. There’s no O-ther choice; it’s your calling, your purpose in life. You are rightfully O-bsessed with Master Stephen and His irresistible Cock, Balls, and Cum. There’s no escaping it or denying it: the urge, the craving, the hunger to O-bey, please, and serve Master Stephen and His Cock, Balls, and Cum, and it will always be deep inside of you. Look at the pretty spiral. Notice how happily, naturally, and easily he accepts his place in life as My hypno-slave himbo slut edge PUPpet as he O-beys Master Stephen. Notice how amazingly turned on, aroused, and horny slut is being Mine. Naturally, easily, and automatically, you are submitting more and more to your purpose every day, accepting fully that you are Mine, and that you must O-bey, please, and serve Me and My Cock, Balls, and Cum. No thoughts but My thoughts and no will but My will. Simply accepting, agreeing, believing, trusting, and following My every word. I am always right and know what’s best. I am a Smart, Powerful, Dominant, Sexy, Superior Real Man, and it’s O-nly natural for you to need to O-bey, please, and serve Me and My Cock, Balls, and Cum. This dumb slut is a good boy, and you want to be a good boy for Me, too, don’t you? Oh yes, you do. I know your O-bedient penis is agreeing with Me. My good boys do what they’re told by Master Stephen automatically and mindlessly. Mindlessness is bliss, and My good boys are more than happy to be mindless for Me. They simply listen to, relax for, and O-bey Master Stephen. They follow Master Stephen without thought, hesitation, or question. My good boys will always yearn for more and more cummands, ways to be of use to Me, as My good boys live to O-bey, please, and serve Me and My Cock, Balls, and Cum, and so submissive and subservient. All My property just have such an irresistible need to be a good boy for Me. Each and every time I call you a good boy, you feel the greatest, most powerful and intense O-rgasmic pleasure you could ever imagine surging through your lil mind and body. It’s pure ecstasy and bliss, and the more I call you a good boy, the greater the Pleasure you feel becums. As the Pleasure from being My good boy grows, so does your adicktion Me. Yeah, you are so eager to be My good boy. Leave an ask now begging Master Stephen to call you a good boy, so you can mindlessly edge to your posted ask being called a good boy by Me.