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Saturdays are for reblogging House of Gord, where they have the perfect solution for skyrocketing gas prices.
The Gordian centerpiece was the hit of the cocktail party.
Imagine getting a job as a work of bondage artwork. Like, it's a sculpture or whatever that happens to have a tightly-bound living human as a component. Whenever and wherever the artwork is going to be exhibited, you're going to be tightly restrained, on display for all the viewers to see.
You won't be locked up 24/7, of course; they'll let you down after-hours and during breaks, make sure you aren't injured or anything before putting you in and after taking you out, you get sick days and lunch breaks and so forth, and of course they go out of their way to ensure that you're safe and comfortable and not in any physical danger while you're bound, plus aftercare and physical therapy as needed. It's just that this is essentially for the purpose of making sure the artwork is in good condition.
But like wouldn't it be so hot if my owner only powered me on when they wanted to fuck me.
And because I'm not conscious the only times I am perceiving the world are when my owner turns me on and rails me. Or makes me suck them off or some like forniphilia shit and they make me be a footstool for them, taking a sadistic pleasure in the fact that unlike a human I won't get tired. They can leave me there serving them until the battery runs out.
Forniphilia plus bondage. Getting put in a bitchsuit while the boys all watch a game, maybe a gag if you can’t be quiet. Price straps a tabletop to your back, you’re their little coffee table now.
YESSS ugh there is not enough forniphilia content anywhere and im, TIRED
cw: forniphilia, implied dp/implied sounding but nothing is explicitly said, bondage, gn!reader
poor thing cant keep still, can't keep quiet, so of course price can't have that. hes a practical man, he's a strict man, he knows just how to handle disobedience. it's not like he doesn't warn you, he gently reminded you that, if you wanna sit with him and the boys while they watch the game you have to be good and quiet. he knows you can't stand football, he warned you multiple times, but you just can't listen. so the first commercial break he gets up and throws you over his shoulder, the others don't even bat an eye. he makes a short process of it, muttering something along the lines of 'God damn brat' and 'should've listened to me', brings you back to them in a full body bitchsuit, even your pretty little face his hidden away behind the latex. he puts you down and you hear the men chuckle as something big and flat gets placed on your back, you know better than to protest - especially when every single one of your holes is stuffed full. no matter how heavy the load gets, no matter that all of them take turns resting their feet atop of you along with their drinks and snacks, you don't move or make a sound. maybe if you behave he'll let you out before bed.
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I wish I had the money to replace all my furniture with living people.
And I don't just mean someone on her hands and knees pretending she's a coffee table, I mean proper human furniture.
A proper human coffee table is something like two naked women, decorated with pretty ropes and blindfolds, bound on their knees facing each other, holding a large, heavy pane of glass perfectly level between each other as a tabletop.
They won't move or make a single sound. It's not a matter of punishment or obedience, they simply won't because they have become objects.
If they prove themselves, I may even let them have a vibrator stuck in their cunts all day. They'd better not cum on my carpet, though.
Forniphilia. With Gi-hun being a table inherited by In-ho after Il-nam’s death
Like that