Locked by Wife

At first glance, this is a very "ordinary" photo of me, of which there are many here. Many of them were taken by my Mistress/Mom and show the results of their influence on me, their efforts to turn me into their toy, fetish object, big-titted doll, etc.

Some very old photos show my ex-girlfriend and her influence on me, but this photo is a completely different story. This photo is from the period when my Mother didn't know about me, and the Mistress was only taking her first steps in her role.

This photo was taken by a girl I met online in a group and chatted with closely for a while. We discussed a lot, exchanged photos, and at one point she suggested meeting in person. She didn't hide her interest, she was obsessed with huge gags, and at that time I was looking for new acquaintances.

And here she is at my house, and here she is tightening the tight, merciless ropes on me, so that my hands go numb and the current armbinder seems less tight. My mouth is stretched apart by a huge gag made of her panties (that was her condition). My fists are tightly wrapped in vetwrap, and the collar securely holds my head, not allowing it to turn.

I look at her, surprised and a little scared, as she takes this photo. Little did I know that I had almost an hour of intense spanking ahead of me. (Ironically, it's become somewhat of a routine now.) After this - She smiled and teased me about my huge tits while massaging them.

Locked In! 

You’ve probably noticed that lately I appear here quite rarely, and if I did reply to anyone, I kept it short and seemingly without any interest. All of this is the result of an agreement between me, my Mistress, and my Mother — for almost three weeks I was in real slavery. Regular sessions (even if sometimes long) were replaced by literally permanent existence in the state you’ll see in these photos. I literally had only two breaks a day for basic needs — the rest of the time was complete and merciless bondage, dollification, and total female control over me.

This was an experiment that was supposed to show whether it’s possible to live the way many people fantasize about (including me, back when I couldn’t even imagine where this kink would take me). And I’m afraid I’ll disappoint many of you (because you’re here for the fetish, aren’t you?). Fantasies are one thing — reality is another.

IT. WAS. VERY. HARD. Both psychologically and physically.

Psychologically — at some point I’m realize how idiotic and wrong it is to stay in that state day after day. I’m loose touch with reality, the days blur together, and at one point I genuinely stopped feeling like a human being. I was just a fetish object and their sexual toy.

Physically — this is more obvious. My legs were in agony from high heels worn for 20+ hours. The huge thick gags literally destroyed my mouth — my jaw would cramp up, and sometimes the decorative elements on the lingerie (rhinestones, bows, etc.) used as stuffing would dig into the roof of my mouth, making the gag even more unbearable. The armbinder made my arms go numb to the point where I couldn’t feel them, and I was scared it might cause lasting damage (thankfully it didn’t). The tight ropes cutting into my body. And THESE HUGE AND HEAVY TITS. Being with them 24/7 turned out to be a real challenge — their weight, the way they got in the way and bounced made them a genuine problem. The big supportive bra stopped being just an item of clothing for me; it became a necessity.

During this period, Mom installed several cameras in the house so she could monitor my condition when she or Mistress wasn’t right next to me. Safety was important in this experiment, and she kept an eye on me. (I might show screenshots from those cameras later.)

When Mom or my Mistress were with me, I became a toy in their hands — spanks, squeezes, and “drowning my face in their tits” became the bare minimum.

I truly experienced this crazy and very strange experience. And I still don’t fully understand whether I liked it or not…

Here’s a photo of my “usual” state during those days. A full day in the “office doll” style, as my mom called it. The complete set of her tight office clothes on me:

High-heeled office shoes;

Bright shiny pantyhose;

Tight thong panties;

A large bra with thick push-up cups to make my tits even bigger;

Shaping lingerie and petticoat from Rago (I think if you search this brand, you’ll understand how tight this women’s shapewear is);

A very narrow skirt that hugs my ass and restricts leg movement;

A white tight turtleneck that emphasizes my tits;

A white cardigan on top (as I understand it, this item was meant to shift attention away from her mom bust);

Add to this restraints - a wide collar, a tight latex hood, a merciless armbinder, and a thick gag — and you get the result you see in the photo.

I’m looking forward to your feedback. I’d be really interested to know what you think about this experiment and my outfit in this photo. I’ll be happy to reply to everyone.

Every time it seems to me that I should already be used to this - to very tight clothes and lingerie, a huge gag, a wide collar, high heels and a merciless armbinder - but every time, despite my experience, it becomes a real test.

A layer of shaping lingerie from Rago, a petticoat from Rago, a tight skirt, a large push-up bra from Victoria Secret, which makes my huge tits even bigger. (And I mention these brands for a reason, because those who have worn them know how tight Rago lingerie is and how big the push-up bras from Victoria's Secret are.).Tiny panties on my ass, high heels, my thick gag made of panties - absolutely every element of my second skin carries a fetish and even humiliating meaning - I have often said that this is all lingerie and other women's things from womans, but this is the first time that so many of these "foreign" things are on me at the same time.

Tight armbinder, shackles locked with padlocks on my nylon legs, metal collar locked with padlock, this latex hood and make-up on my face - all this completes my package, the second skin is ready and merciless, I feel very helpless.

I walk, my big tits bounce in this bra, each step is accompanied by the clanking of chains from the shackles and the ringing of a cowbell. After three hours I think that she will let me go, but she just closes the door behind her, wishing me a pleasant evening.

This was a new challenge for me. Mom dressed me again in her office look – high classic heels and Strong Sculpt pantyhose, which further shape my ass and legs. You can see stacks of these pantyhose in the background – a gift from Mom. Mom's tight bandage skirt, petticoat, shapewear, and tight panties make me feel insanely packed with every step on this treadmill.

My huge, heavy tits are encased in another woman's very tight white push-up bra, which I wrote about here earlier – amazingly, it still smells of her perfume. This bra is clasped so tightly on me, it makes my tits bulge out of the cups, but at the same time holds them in place very securely. This sheer turtleneck perfectly showcases this.

My mouth is full of Mom's panties—I can barely even moan; my saliva soaks them, and I'm forced to "suck on my gag" to keep from choking on the saliva that's dripping onto my tits.

A wide metal collar with a padlock, a tight latex hood with an open face, revealing my gagged and make-up face, further humiliating me. The tight armbinder on my hands forces my heavy tits out even more. I feel my hands going numb; it's too tight.

I'm forced to walk on this treadmill, my collar tied to the treadmill with a rope, a bondage video playing in front of me, and the window in front of me is open, so my moans, like the girls moans in the video, are clearly audible outside, adding to the humiliation of this moment.

Her bra is also hanging on the treadmill. She said she's been wearing it all week for me, and depending on the results, I'll either wear it or wear it as a gag.

Every step I take makes my heavy tits shake, which adds a slight feeling of pain to me; my mother has fastened nipple clamps under my heavy implants.

And as if that weren't enough, at one point she speeds up the treadmill (which you can see in the video), causing me to panic.

Her new quarters are a lot smaller than she's used to....