A belly that suggests she swallows everything... 😘
seen from Australia
seen from Belarus
seen from Spain
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from Spain

seen from Australia

seen from Spain
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Japan

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina
seen from China
seen from United States
A belly that suggests she swallows everything... 😘
Forcemasc can be extremely humiliating and degrading! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. How humbling is it that you now live to serve a beautiful woman because she strapped you to a table and smeared t-gel onto you repeatedly.
She has to put gloves on her pretty hands, of course, can't let herself be corrupted how she's corrupting you. You hear the snap of rubber and then watch as she squeezes a big glob out of the tube, a glint in her eye as she glances from you to the shiny gel on her fingertips.
Perhaps she's a mad scientist, a cerebral woman with the sole intent of crafting a man out of you for whatever reason, perhaps she sees your potential.
Your thoughts drain out of your head all at once as the cold shock of gel glides against your skin, rubbing into your increasingly taut muscles and all over your body, and you can do nothing but writhe in your restraints as she describes in great detail her plan to make you into her perfect husband.
It's your position to be beneath her, as she sculpts you into her willing servant; here to carry big heavy things and go to work for her, pay her bills, give her money to buy Sephora and Coach and to get her perfect nails done, fuck her on demand when she wants it.
She'll take care to make you appear presentable. Of course, you will be distinctly masculine beside her, but none of that nonsense about smelling awful or being greasy in a wife beater because some simpleton thinks it's manly.
You might think, you're just a guy, you don't need much. Don't worry your big stupid head about any of it. She will arrange your wardrobes; suits and ties and nice shoes and cologne.
Can't have her arm candy looking slobbish! No, you will be her Dapper Dan as she wishes. You'll have all the time in the world to be absolutely filthy with her in the sheets, after all.
She touches your growing tdick with her gloved hands, bringing you back down to the moment once again when she gives it a few quick strokes and laughs at your responses, twisting and jerking at the sensation.
You're so sensitive now!
At last, she decides that you are ready. You look down at your newly grown tdick, hairs sprouting in rough stubble across your face, a happy trail, and hairy thighs that would take forever if you wanted to shave, the hairs inevitably sprouting right back.
You realize how permanent this is, what she has done to you, and all at once it makes you insanely horny. You want to pin her down and fuck her, the woman who did this to you.
She happily welcomes it, orders it even, but swats your sweaty hands away from her until she's led you to her bedroom. Stupid boy, show some restraint.
You get to the room and she strips, and she is so beautiful, such a contrast to you now, to how you always had been, on the inside. She is graceful and feminine and smooth as she walks, you feel so clunky and awkward, but she looks at you with admiration in her eyes at her work.
It's all it takes for you to top her and fuck her into her queen-size four-poster bed until you're both coming, over and over, you can't help but repeat your thrusting into her over and over, because she made you this way, because you've always been just a dumb man toy that exists to satisfy her pleasure.
Wet and messy.
You’ve seen it. All those social media models who party in Dubai.
I’m a real influencer now—got invited to model in the golden desert city. It was supposed to be a week of all-expenses-paid fun, but things went downhill fast. It started with my “model inspection”.
I understand why boys fly here. I understand where the money comes from.
Dripping with honey, chocolate smeared across my body. Huffing underwear while they shave my head, stripping away my old culture. Sniffing balls and posing for photos. Lying back while party guests slather me with pudding. When men have infinite power and resources, their cravings grow warped.
Yes, I understand why boys fly to Dubai. I understand where the money comes from.
I’m a real influencer now.
Link to full story: https://archervale.com/product/trashed-by-the-prince-vip-story/
🐖💦🎂
I thought I'd go into more detail on why I love pig play. Of course there's the power play dynamic of it. As well as the (consensual) humiliation and dehumanization.
The other reason I love it, is the sploshing! I love the sound of mud squelching! I love how it feels on my skin. I also love eating sloppy. On my hands and knees with food cakes all over my face.
Who needs extra sweetness?
buttercream icing smearing
unresolved sexual tension between me and a mud puddle