🔞☢️the danger is to the body. it can kill.☢️🔞

This toy in soft literally revolutionized my sex life

I want to see someone get visibly aroused at my muffled speaking, rendering me mute simply by shoving my own underwear in my mouth. My hands are tied so I can’t take them out myself. I try to spit them out but this only earns me a second pair of underwear pushed in my slutty mouth. Now my jaw is completely stretched open, and I can barely make any noise at all.

To secure these panties they make a quick cleave gag over top of the cloth with a bandana.

They look pretty happy with their work so they grab some cling wrap and start to wrap allll the way around my head, covering the cloth forced into my mouth, and then layering over once, twice, three times.

I breathe deeply and feel the wrap cling to my face, the humidity and heat helping it bond.

“MMMMHMM” I moan, my ability to breathe starting to be limited, only taking short breaths.

They laugh a little to themselves and grab my nose, pinching my nostrils closed. Now I can’t breathe at all.

My eyes shoot open and plead with them, completely at their mercy for one of my most basic needs.

They’re counting out loud now “five, six, seven, eight, nine, ohh cmon this isn’t so bad, stop shaking your head or I’ll start counting over again! Ten, eleven, good doll, twelve—-”

I start shaking my head uncontrollably, panicked because I’m completely out of breath. They finally release their hold on my nose and I’m immediately gasping for air, my poor nostrils doing all they can to get my brain the oxygen it needs. I can feel my face is completely flushed, it feels hot and is definitely pink.

I start to cry when I see them pull out duct tape from their backpack. This is total sadistic torture but it makes me wet to know how much they’re getting out of this.

I try to wiggle away but they hold me with a steel grip, starting to wind the duct tape around my gagged mouth once, twice, three times, four, five, and they only stop at six because I’m screaming through my layered muffled gag.

The hot tears are still pouring down my face, the crying making it even harder to breathe. My head feels very light and I’m dizzy, actually feeling grateful to be bound or else I’d have collapsed already.

The gag pervert starts touching themselves over their underwear in front of me, very clearly at the sight of my predicament and stress.

After making a proper mess in their undergarments, they place it right over my head like a hood. Of course they put the wet, sticky, pungent crotch part right over my nose and face, even rubbing it in with a rough hand.

With the humiliating addition of the underwear, they now must secure it of course!!

They decide to bring back the cling wrap, slowly wrapping my entire head until it’s encased in clear plastic. I start to panic again, the plastic suctioned to my nostrils as I try as hard as possible to breathe. They notice and touch themselves for a minute at my expense, before relenting and poking two small holes where my nostrils are. I continue to cry, but now out of relief.

I’m begging for air, help, to stop, anything, but it’s to no avail. They love to hear my increasingly muffled protests, it makes them want to gag my slutty mouth even more.

Finally, they decide to wrap the rest of my head with duct tape over the cling wrap. I’m panting, fighting for the smallest breaths, and then I feel them put a small strip of tape over my small air holes. I thrash again after a minute, completely out of instinct. I can barely hear them laugh as they remove the tape, giving me life saving air again. I don’t enjoy it long however, feeling the tape return and the airflow disappear. How cruel can they be?

The ones that you could be walking deep in a forest one night and all of a sudden i feel a piercing pain in my neck, the spider's forelegs gripping my body like a crushing vice of organic hydraulic systems as i feel venom, wayy too much for my little human body to handle, pumped deep into my muscles and veins, forcing my body to go completely limp and pliable as I'm dragged off to the spider's web, unable to do anything about it

Feeling the spider twirl me around with its legs and wrapping me slowly in tight sticky silk, each twirl tightening the webbing, as I'm too numb to feel pain anymore but with my little cognitive power left i know it's crushing me, clinging to my body like a second skin as the spider forces my legs apart with its pedipalps and stuffs an ovipositor deep inside me and dumping too many eggs to count, stretching my tummy before the spider finishes wrapping me up fully and just forgetting about me in it's web while I'm gagged, blindfolded, and completely useless

And maybe if I'm lucky, the spider could be away long enough for some different insects to have their fun... >////<

I don't mean safewords or expressions of consent or whatever, as important as they may be. I mean the subtler stuff. The little noises and movements, the stimming and staring, the touching and grabbing. How do you communicate your desires? How do you communicate your needs? How do you communicate your enjoyment?

With one partner of mine, I think my favorite thing ever is when it starts hitting the bed beside it out of frustrated arousal. I've seen three subs now that have conditioned themselves to sort of tie their wrists together in mental bondage when they're really down bad and it makes every dom that's seen it go crazy. I've seen subs that drool and stare and subs that just start desperately grabbing and fighting. I've known subs to go nonverbal and make unnoises and even seen subs that start crying. Of course, there's even just watching your word choice simplify or hearing you struggle to speak.

In every case, the most important part, to me, is that something happens and that it's visible and measurable for the dom. Clear, explicit feedback doesn't need to be words. It doesn't need to look like how someone else looks. It should, I think, look like you. And if yours is weird enough, you shouldn't try to change it, you just at most just tell your dom about it. But I think the most important part is that you let it out and that it's impulsive and genuine and from the heart.

Prev yeah you make a really good point and I should've been clearer about that.

I think for the most part the desperate attempt to differentiate between "fake" and "real" responses is a harmful impulse.

Are you familiar with the difference between volitional and spontaneous laughter? Two friends of mine can hear the difference easily, but I've known plenty of people to get mad about it. But volitional laughter is just as important and useful a piece of communication as everything else. If you were to refuse to engage in volitional laughter, you'd be the one in the wrong.

Similarly, I think we must recognize that volitional noises and responses. The responses that you didn't have to give but chose to give. Are also important and useful communicative tools. They're cues and tools and really valuable to your dom. It's a noise you made, therefore it's real.

Further, uh. I think part of the way you train yourself to make spontaneous noises more is to let the volitional ones out. Let yourself be loud. Let yourself scream and moan and never force yourself to be quieter.

And also, like, yeah. Do ask for feedback. Communicating after the scene about it will make all of this so much better and easier.

it turns out the uploader is in fact the woman in the photo (she's uploaded a few other pictures of herself to other articles) and she ran an extremely web 1.0 site on the topic of bondage

this was apparently a long-standing fantasy of hers and she did an entire video plus accompanying photoshoot about it, which was run in a bondage magazine in the 90s and did in fact take place on an abandoned train track. they committed to the bit hard enough that there's even a shot of the sinister villain looming over her with a big document labeled DEED and a pen

the best part is that according to this page, there were two "villains" involved (the woman's two partners, apparently), and the other one was dressed as a gorilla. sadly there are no images of the gorilla kidnapper because that sounds like. even funnier.

Clip-on earring, bought for a very different purpose.

*he/him*