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The Wedding Gown

bdsm Switchman 2018-06-28

The following weekend, Mark and Cindy drove to André's shop to pick out a wedding gown. Suddenly, Cindy felt a different pair of mechanical arms rotate quickly from the center of her chest to the center of her back, repetitively, several times, stretching a heavy plastic tape each time they completed a cycle. Before her new layers of plastic really registered with Cindy, the soft voice announced "Lower Torso, Sleeve and Glove Measurement." The calipers around Cindy's waist continued to prevent her from falling, and after several seconds, the silver metal disc carrying Cindy came to a stop at the exit where Mark and André had agreed to meet her.

Reality Television Star

bdsm Tina 2018-06-22

Of course you will not have seen or heard anything for months at that point, but just maybe your memory of this day will come back to you." Elise walked over to Amanda, touching her breasts, and then running her hands up and down her bound body marveling at how taut and soft her skin was. Elise attached a leather belt to the top of the Amandas head, where the gag straps had a metal ring. "Well of course no matter how you had acted you would still be bound exactly like this, like a piggy with an apple in her mouth." Elise spent a couple minutes playing with Amandas exposed chest, again marveling at the amazing shape she was in.

The Devil's Workshop

bdsm Obsidian Grey 2017-11-12

"C'mon Ella, you know they're only rumours, myths, half-truths..." but the newcomer, slim, boyish and waif like in a dark blue cat suit and barefoot, her boots in her hand, would not be deterred. Zill, dark haired, graying slightly, broad shouldered and well built, sometimes referred to as Captain, sometimes as Lord Zill, a title he despised, turned slowly toward his tall, female first officer with a half smile on his lips and said quietly, "What kind of feeling, Ella?" She turned to the Captain, her pupils no more than tiny black pinpoints now; almost simultaneously he heard her voice in his head.

Thingy

bdsm DonDickote 2017-10-09

I had the mad vision of several hundred Thingy's bound in their sleep-sacks, placed across a concert hall in rows whilst I, the conductor, directed the whimpered orgasms and body shakes in time to the music. Thingy seemed to be trying to block the tip of plastic cock gag with its tongue so I turned the breathing tube on and off in 30 second bursts. This forced Thingy to gobble down the bull semen so it could try to breathe through the feeding tube. Finally as the crashing end of the 5th symphony reached its climax, I turned on all of the on Thingy's body massagers and started the automated dildo. The entire sleep-sack started the shake and Thingy reared against its restraints to little avail.