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@slaveseeking
Whipping a slave
Slave undergoing his daily dose of punishment
Straitjacket tight. Gag in place.
I remove it only to remind him of what he’s missing.
I give him a slow kiss, just enough to make him want more.
Then the gag goes back on. He doesn’t get a choice.
You will get used to smoking. Smokey slave will be your new name.
Forever trapped underground. Tube forced in mouth to be fed what ever the master wants to feed him.
He’s not going anywhere for a long time
Original image by Dart Tech Studios. Edited
Yes yes yes please
This like some other things I like always get me hard meeting in a bar going to his truck but then given a sedative waking up totally paralyzed gagged and staring at a VR hypnosis screen
Want to wake up, in a sling with him inside me
Let’s get this on you and we can start our “breathing contest”.
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Great way to start the evening
Yes yes yes please
This like some other things I like always get me hard meeting in a bar going to his truck but then given a sedative waking up totally paralyzed gagged and staring at a VR hypnosis screen
Want to wake up, in a sling with him inside me
Should have waited a few more seconds before giving air back
I want you broken
I want you broken.
I want you addicted to me. To my scent, my taste, my touch, my words, and my voice.
I want you controlled. I want you quiet. I want you obedient. I want my words more powerful than yours, your mind useful only in the gaps where my orders stop. I want a tap on your forehead to shut you down, and a touch of your lips to wake you back up.
I want you overwhelmed. I want you unaware what words are words, and what words are levers, pushing you deeper into my control. I want you unsure what happened in those gaps where you woke up soaked. I want you not knowing where my control stops and your desires start. And I want you to know that you're only moments away from that delicious fog rolling back in, those ribbons of my words wrapping into you and squeezing out everything I don't want to remain.
I want you exposed to me. I want you to be my perfect little porn star for me and me alone. I want to know your past, your present, your desires, your distastes, and your deepest needs. And I want you to know that when it's time to serve, you're just holes and a cute little voice for my pleasure.
I want you enthralled. I want you to be what I want you to be, before you're anything else. I want you to view me with need, reverence, respect, and desire. And I want you to feel that there's no life, no future, and no world beyond my control.
Yes, I want you broken.
But, more than each and every one of those things, I want you healthy.
I want you strong. An independent person who chooses to offer yourself as a gift, because a gift you don't value means nothing at all.
I want you worthy. To know what you're giving, and to give it freely, but with appreciation of the gift. And I want your success to build your worth in every sense.
I want you happy. I want you to find peace, see joy, enjoy the things that make you smile. I want you to live a wonderful, fulfilling life, with or without me in it.
I want you safe. I want you to feel no fear of me or of others. Secure, with everything you need, and little fear or want.
I want you healthy, because you are too valuable a thing, to yourself, to the people around you, and perhaps to the world in general, to break.
So, no, despite all my darkest desires, I won't break you.
But surely you wouldn't mind if I just bent you for a little while?
Stale air is a gift.
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