Damotocrossman

Butt plug choices were made, the consequences will follow.

😈: @rbrlver

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For hours i was excited, could not believe it was me standing here like that now, helpless, mute, blind and a dick straining in the tiny chastity cage under the rubber, but it got exhausting, standing there, getting hotter in the rubber, and nothing happening.

It took another few hours before i heard someone enter again and shortly after then he finally talked to me: 'I have officially released my previous slave boy now. Unfortunately he could no longer stay my permanent rubbered toy object living in this dungeon room.

It took a while to find and bribe the right 'officer' at the airport to allow him using your return ticket to get on the plane, but he is on his way now, will surely settle well in your former home. Lucky me though, i do not have to be without a helpless toy object at all, now that you have taken his place. I hope you remember how the house and this playroom looked like, because you won't be seeing anymore for the coming decades, let alone leave this room again. (Clip: Lxzentai2014/ferubber)

Tied up and forced to wear a gag bigger than my mouth My upper jaw was pushed so hard I felt like I was going to gag 😫

Thoroughly milked.

Goddess wanted to leave me completely empt In what turned out to be a nearly 3 hour milking session. She worked the dildo on the rod, forcing it into my prostate over and over. When she needed a break, she switched to the e-stim plug on high, the convulsions from the electricity taking over the job of squeezing the slave-slime out of me.

When I was finally released, I collapsed on the floor, completely spent and emptied.

This story first appeared as part of Leash 2: Tales from the Dungeon, presented and illustrated by @spacepupx. Get your copy in his online shop!

Like all stories in Leash 2, it is based on a real event.

I had a feeling that this was going to be a good party. All of my friends would be there, and I knew that I’d feel right at home.

Ben had offered to take me there as my handler, and it’s always a good time with him. He knows what I like, and he just does it. I don’t even have to ask. And isn’t that the best thing in the world? Getting what you want, without needing to ask?

It was fun watching the wolf stumble around on the convention floor, padding around unsteadily, peering into the distance. People came up to him and hugged him, draped his arms around them, and took pictures with him. It was a very cute suit too, with big ears and big eyes, and huge plushy paws that couldn’t grasp anything.

Not that the wolf could grasp anything. His hands were in bondage mittens under the paws, which made it impossible to hold on to anything.

Occasionally someone would try to talk with the wolf. The fursuit only answered with nods or gestures. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have replied.

Every once in a while the fursuit twitched and twisted. People thought it was funny to see the wolf cavort around. Not that it was under his control – electric currents prompted the twitching, and he could not do anything to stop it.