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Mike Driver
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@slaveblawg
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Tsst. Don’t look at her, she’s just here to get footage for some documentary on Vice or something. Oh, stop with those eyes, no one watches Vice anymore. Come along, almost time for your evening rinse down.
@xandersgoodgirl
Who wants a training shock collar?
Every pet needs their exercise… unfortunately, that includes me. 🙄
They take turns peeing into the cup and forcing me to drain the contents. After a few cups my bladder feels full, but they don't care. It is prickly and sweaty and scratchy in the suit, and my full bladder is a new layer of discomfort. To make it worse, they throw a rubber ball and force me to fetch it for them between my elbows, and then force me to drink more cupfuls of liquid, this time water mixed with their discharge. I scream and moan into the gag, but they only laugh and leash me outside for the rest of the day, while they go in to enjoy the air-conditioning. I watch them through the windows, trying to imagine, to remember the feel of cool air on my skin, the taste of fresh water on my tongue and throat, the feeling of standing up and sitting down with unencumbered limbs.
You can hear footsteps, murmuring, and some chuckles as you wake. Your skin is a bit damp and cold and there’s an undeniable scent of mildew in the air. You can hear the scuffle of a boot on concrete. The voices are male and you cannot tell how many there are.
You can tell your body is exposed. You know you’re about to be violated. You know the only way to know who is there is to count how many times your body is invaded.
After counting to 12, you realize maybe it’s less men taking turns… not finishing.
After counting to 37, you’re certain of it. Time no longer exists, just the dull pain in your cunt and ass.
After 52, you come to the horror of realizing you may be a commodity.
Ariel has one of the very best voices in the genre, and the ball gag does nothing to detract from it!
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@laucasadainfiel
¿Alguna vez has llevado un ollar electrificado?
God I would love to be trained in Spanish locked in a bitchsuit 🖤 talked to and mocked for not understanding 🤤