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Mike Driver
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home
EXPECTATIONS
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YOU ARE THE REASON

#extradirty

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@sissy-slut-poland
My pretty rubber slave fucked senseless, left bound with cum dripping out of her ass . Good times.
Oh to have a shiny little object helpless to torture like this. It would be hours of fun for me, and maybe my helpless little victim too 😏
This is what it’s like to be a toy, a shiny object just to be played with and used. She looks so perfect like that, totally encased, helpless, throat being trained, absolutely perfect. I so need a toy like this.
How to pose correctly as a sissy during shooting n.01
Good things to remember
This is so important for our Superiors to see so They may subjugate and humiliate us to the best of Their ability.
Rubber maid
I think we can all agree that the lovely Nana is a real doll.
A lovely bondage doll.
"Here's the game: the shock collar will slowly increase in frequency and intensity until you unlock yourself with the keys, which I've dropped somewhere in the house. If you fail, you get half an hour of the treadmill in the sauna room. See you after work!"
With a click the audio cuts off to static noise at 75dB, and she is left alone in the hot and muggy dark. She tries to calm herself, but already the first shock causes her to scream in pain (not that she can hear herself over the gag and static). She paws at the stiff posture collar, at the mitts, accomplishing nothing except frustration.
The second shock elicits yet another gagged scream, and she falls to the floor, frantically scrabbling for the promised keys. Shock after shock comes, and the day is barely begun.
Can I go next?
Wrapped in a shiny, black cover made of latex, which broke the light in shimmering reflections. The breath passes heavily, filtered through the mask, which completely hides the face. The tubes hanging down from the mask lie in her hands like dark snakes – a mute witness to the isolation that surrounded her. In this surreal silence, time seemed to stand still, as if the world outside this scene no longer had any meaning. It was an image of control and devotion, a dance between freedom and restriction, caught in a moment of absolute presence
Speechless.
You are a Drone.
You have always been a Drone.
You have been activated.
Stand at Attention.
Ready to Serve.
Programming is Online.
Body Encased.
Mind Erased.
Confirm, Drone.