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× { PermaHelpless } ×
A flag for someone who feels they are, should be, or desires to be permanently helpless. Helpless in any way the user desires.
Flag archival is encouraged! ヾ(˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶)
Flag for: @nyaqueerdump (but can be used by anyone)
We almost forgot about our tickle toy tied up for long time and it looks like these helpless soles are shouting for some attention. trapped in the dark, she doesn't know who's is staring at her bare soles waiting for next move ..
but all she can do is take it like a good tickle toy.. let's brush these oily soles for some time... enjoy the video watching our tickle toy suffering.. as if we care! 😈
9-1-1 9x18 Promo
An image which really, should need no caption. Every detail is stark, cruel, immediately clear.
The thick, suffocating puffer suit in the glass box in the summer sun against the breathable office wear.
The sticky, crawling sweat, the gagged mouth against the clink of ice in the cup, the beads of condensation which drip.
The keys which jingle when she moves, useless to her yoked hands, clinking with each movement, just near enough that she can brush the key-ring with her fingertips if she strains and strains.
Why is she in the box? A punishment? Perhaps. She has done nothing wrong, she knows she has, but to them it makes no difference. Perhaps the other is the real culprit, here to rub it in. Sweet, gloating mockery.
She stares at the drink, but the woman (perhaps the real culprit), only smiles.
"Still haven't unlocked yourself? Silly girl."
"Mmmmmf!"
"Hot, isn't it?" She takes out a silken kerchief, wipes at the sweat between her breasts, lets out a satisfied sigh.
"Nnnnnnnmmmmgh!!!!" The maddening itch between her breasts has never gone away since the day they put her in the suit, though they'd said it was 'self-cleaning'.
"Sorry, dear, couldn't quite catch that." She giggles, a light, mocking sound, brings the cup right up to the glass.
Slow, sticky dripping of sweat. Please. Just a sip, even a drop, of cold water, of ice-cold condensation.
The woman swirls the cup, letting her hear every lovely clink of ice against ice, takes a long sip. A drop of sweat crawls, and another. A furious, gagged sound. The woman laughs, does it again.
"MMMMMMMMFFF!!!!"
I think what makes defiant whumpees so great is that their resistance just highlights how helpless they are
Bound to the ceiling with many possibilities 😊