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lando norris/oscar piastri, 3.3k, rated e 🔒 mirror sex, thigh fucking, porn without plot part 3 of through the curtains

based on my previous poll, i get the impression that many of you do not want to be the one owning the sex slave. i feel this poll may be easier for you to answer.

it doesn't have to be sexual, but you're not just hanging out and being friends. you've been put to some kind of perverted use.

Fuck. What if she can't even piss out of it? What if it's fucking wired up wrong or whatever? What if she dies from being full of piss because she's got a fucking stupid cock nailed on her? Fucking hell.

"Lando." Jon sounds like a man who was out all night. "Stop - look. We knew this might happen, didn't we? All the guys end up with - well, the other thing. You're going to be fine, just go back to sleep for a bit and then get Oscar to sort you out, yeah?"

Oscar. Who Jon must know is not in Lando's suite because the problem with wanting to celebrate winning a title with your girlfriend is it's a bit awkward when she's the person you beat to it.

Well, Max is. But that probably wouldn't make it any better for Oscar to have it pointed out.

Jon isn't really helping, so Lando mumbles something about going to take a shower and hangs up. Unlike the thing hanging down between her legs, which looks like it might be classifiable as a weapon. There's no way she's getting through airport security with this in her trousers. Max Fewtrell is going to have a fucking field day if she tries to tuck it into joggers, for fuck's sake.

It doesn't seem fair, really. Yes, all the blokes get a pussy for winning the title. That's nice, who fucking doesn't love pussy? They might even find out how to get a woman off in the process, a bit of service to the wags they'll propose to while they're high on winning.

Lando does not want a cock. She just won, specifically, without a cock. The first time anyone's ever done it. Oscar doesn't need to find out what to do with a cock, they get off just fine when they're not pissing each other off about a stupid fucking championship. God, at least Oscar doesn't have it - Lando's only given two blow jobs in her life and although both Maxes were nice about it she knows they weren't good. And this thing would not be going anywhere inside her, she knows that much.

Maybe Jon's right. Maybe going back to sleep is the only option here. Maybe it will go away on its own if she stops, like, poking it and fucking hell there's horrible balls and everything. This is just. Awful.

In the end the idea of calling Oscar because Oscar helps her deal with shit like this. Well not like this. There's never been a cock to deal with before but like, when Lando's having a fucking meltdown and things. That wins out over respecting Oscar's right to a big post-race sulk or whatever she's been doing for the last 16 hours.

It's a huge relief when she answers. Lando was a bit paranoid this might be fucking it for them, which would be just the most fucking terrible way to celebrate winning a championship. No pussy on her, none from Oscar - might as well go throw herself in the harbour now.

Fortunately that doesn't seem to be what's going on. "Hey, champion," Oscar mumbles down the phone, yawning. "Whassup? Are you out of tequila or something?"

"I wish." That'd be such an easy problem to solve. "I've got a fucking massive dick, Osc."

Lando knows she sounds a bit whiny when she's upset. Which she is, this is a pretty major crisis. And that ok, yes, it's not the most dignified but it's still not fair that Oscar has clearly dropped her phone onto the mattress to full-body laugh in an uncontrollable way. Lando heard the soft thunk and everything.

"Oscarrr. I'm being serious - it's all wrinkly and it's huge and soft. What if I can't piss and I die?"

The idea of Lando passing away from dick-related illnesses seems to sober Oscar up a bit. "Alright, alright. Calm down. I'm sure we can deal with your fucking-" she's laughing again, half-wheezing into the phone "-fucking massive championship cock, oh my god."

"I don't want it," Lando complains, miserably. "Oscar, please, Jon said you'd be able to sort it out."

lando driving the McLaren F1 GTR Chassis 05R at Circuit Paul Ricard.

So now i'd like to ask you for your complete (or incomplete) captivity suitability ranking of all drivers. But especially max.

this is such a spectacular question. okay so my starting thesis is that all f1 drivers would thrive as sex slaves because that's effectively their lives right now. they're willing to do difficult, uncomfortable, intense things with their body. obey rules and perform on command. allow intense scrutiny of their physical form and actions.

so i think the question is under what type of captivity would they be most likely to thrive.

max: would need to agree with the rules. i think he'd do well somewhere that he's sort of like a pampered pet, like he's allowed to be difficult in the way that beloved pets are allowed to be difficult, but there is a narrow sphere where max is extremely obedient and does all sorts of filthy things. it would be easy to get into a power struggle with him where if he thinks a rule is stupid he's going to fight it until the end of time, so probably best if he's got a partner sex slave (cough daniel) because then max is absolved of the responsibility of deciding whether or not he agrees with the rule. other guy is going along with it and so it's much easier for max to join in as well. i think it would also work if it was set up to allow for friction - like max is forced into doing something whilst resisting, but the difference between being made to do something and being punished. like a beloved housepet, max would never learn anything from punishments. he will never agree to a rule he thinks is stupid, but he can be forced into temporary compliance.

carlos: unlike with max, carlos doesn't need to agree with the rules. he just needs to accept that those ARE the rules. so if the rule is everyone has to have their sash tied with this specific knot and the top fabric should be three inches longer than the bottom fabric and that is how it has to be, carlos is going to be out there with the most correctly tied sash you've ever seen. he'd do the best in a house with other sex slaves where he gets to enforce the rules. like in the dallas cowboy cheerleaders, he needs to be one of the group leads. he needs to be allowed to tell people that their sash is not correctly tied. his goal is to most fully and correctly obey the rules and be acknowledged as the Most Correct.

george: also like high protocol high structure lots of rules but unlike carlos, george is misbehaving. he knows what the rules are, but he still does stuff that's so fucking weird it invites punishment, because he wants it to be his choice when he gets punished. he needs the freedom to dictate some of the structure, but like super highly structured and not actually "freedom". he really really really thinks it's unfair if someone else decides he should be punished in ways he hasn't personally conceived of.

charles: george is the opposite of charles, who would do best if he got to lash out, be punished (someone else's choice), and then repent. like, oh, sorry, i was wrong actually. the problem was that water is wet, you're right. i shouldn't have said that. <- is absolutely going to say it again. but he needs to be able to get his energy out! he couldn't be somewhere so restrictive that there wasn't room to cause a ruckus. the punishments aren't to change his behaviour, they're just part of the whole dynamic.

liam: may currently be a sex slave irl?????? what is happening with him and admin? every day it feels less like a joke. liam would do best if he were allowed to lash out and misbehave and be very bad but then have the opportunity to make amends. a begrudging good boy. it has to be difficult for him to get there, but that's where he ends up.