Fun Idea I'm Tossing Around: Tying Up A Boy So He's Totally Immobile, Can't Move An Inch Not Even To

fun idea i'm tossing around: tying up a boy so he's totally immobile, can't move an inch not even to squirm. he gets to wear a blindfold and some noise-cancelling headphones. his legs are spread so i have the easiest access to my favorite toys. now, normally, i'd want him to watch while i play with his hole and his cock, but this time i want him to really focus on how good he feels. he should just think of himself as a good toy with a hard, achey cock and a needy hole. he can't see, he can't hear, and he can't move, but he can feel every little touch. to really settle him in, i'd pump his cock first so he's extra sensitive and then it's ready to be edged for a good hour or two. it can't cum because toys don't cum! i could pump his hole too before i stretch it out with a thick dildo to really make his hole feel good. no thoughts, just pure desperation and sensation

Bekka's Doomed

Bekka knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her stare had already become fixed and vacant several times now, the conditioning video on the screen getting harder and harder to resist as the massaging vibrator thrummed against her clit just hard enough to keep her arousal at a rolling boil. She could feel drool dripping from her slack lips, and she knew that it was becoming increasingly difficult even to think at all–more and more, she just wanted to stop worrying and become like the blank, obedient slavegirls on the screen in front of her. And that was… that was bad, she reminded herself as forcefully as she could.

That wasn’t saying much. The pleasure drowned out everything else, making her stiff pink nipples tingle and throb in sympathetic arousal and even turning the scratch of the ropes against her skin into an erotic experience. Bekka’s increasingly foggy brain struggled to think of anything besides the buzz between her legs and the decadent parade of sexual degradation that accompanied Rick’s warm, soothing voice… but the more she watched women sucking cocks, licking cunts, offering up their ass and pussy to men and women alike, the harder it was to keep the insidious images out of her mind. She’d long ago forgotten that she wasn’t supposed to be looking at the screen at all.

Because Rick’s voice was… it made everything sound so enticing, didn’t it? Everything from watching the screen and soaking in all the lewd and submissive behavior she saw to grinding her cunt as hard as she could on the could on the buzzing knob nestled between her slick labia. When Bekka first woke up, confused by the muzzy sensation in her head and still trying to recall exactly when she’d gone from admiring the pretty geode he kept on a shelf in his living room to sitting bound naked to a chair in front of his computer with a vibrator between her legs, she’d tried to keep her eyes shut tight so she couldn’t see any of the lascivious images on the screen–but his voice had lulled her into drowsy trance, and before she knew it her eyelids were fluttering open and she let herself stare. And after that, she was lost.

And she wouldn’t be found again, she knew. Bekka didn’t have any real social engagements for the next few days; it was a four-day weekend for her, as she’d foolishly mentioned to Rick back at the restaurant before he somehow seduced her into coming back to his place, and she hadn’t really scheduled anything beyond the Friday night date and a brunch date with her friends that was little better than a ‘maybe’. Rick could take his time brainwashing her… and she knew with a grim certainty that four days of this would leave her so blissfully obedient that she would happily come trotting back to him as often as needed to reinforce her programming. Her thoughts, her personality, even her memory would be his to shape and mold… and Bekka was dully horrified to discover that the thought only made her cum even harder now.

Bekka’s head drooped forward, forcing her to watch the screen through fluttering eyelids and exhausting herself further with the effort of keeping her eyes open. She was certain it wouldn’t be long now… but she didn’t realize it was already far, far too late for her.

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I can't stop thinking about throat training a cute little puppy. Keeping them under my desk all trussed up in a too-small bikini, vibrator tied between their shaking thighs, head strapped to the underside of my desk with nowhere to go. Stroking the side of their cheek as they whine and pant and drool at my crotch, huffing and nuzzling at the fabric of my underwear like they're trying to wear a hole in it till I step back and lazily take them off.

Giving my cock a few languid, lazy strokes to make them press their thighs together as they watch their favorite thing in the whole world get hard and massive. Stepping forward to rest the weight of it on their pretty face and give them a chance to worship my balls before I have a seat and slide forward in one fluid motion, hilting my pretty cock all the way down their desperate throat. Their body wages an internal war between choking and cumming on the spot, and as their brain cells leak out from their needy cunt, deciding on both. Watching them gag and twitch as they gaze adoringly at me, every second choosing the fullness of my cock over air itself.

Watching their precious eyes flutter closed before I pull back, cock followed by a perfect, sparkling string of drool that stays hanging from trembling lips as they fade back to consciousness and look up at me with nothing but need for more.

"Goooood, good job sweetheart, you took even longer that time. My sweet needy thing. Let's go again, don't forget to use your tongue, darling 💕"

I’m so hot for tying someone down, putting as many toys as will fit on them and in them, turning them all on and just listening… sitting to the side, listening as the whimpers and sighs turn to moans, then to gasps. After the first orgasm with no sign of stopping they turn to pleas and sobs, then, to screams, and that when it’s time to pull out the gag. Stuff it between their lips and turn up the vibrations. Straddle their hips and wrap a hand around their throat. Listen as their breath hitches and their body shakes as they approach yet another orgasm, and then squeeze, till their voice stops with a groan and their body tenses. Let go as they start to cum, and leave them thrashing against the bed until you decide to stop.

When you finally let the vibrations die, they sink into the bed with a shuddering sigh, little whimpers still muffled through the gag, their face covered in sweat and tears. You put each toy away, one by one, then, untie them. They fall into your arms like a rag doll, exhausted, still shivering.

Holding a vibe to a puppyboy’s swollen tcock while holding him to my chest in my lap by his neck, laying hickeys and bites across his shoulders while watching him squirm and cry about not being able to go any longer. Turning up the speed and forcing his cunt to prove him wrong once again when I hear him start to whimper like a bitch in heat from cumming for the umpteenth time.

“Aww, you came again darling. Such a good boy.. Why should I stop hmm? Look at how much your mind is emptying out of your pretty cunt for me. Oh? You’re gonna make a mess for me again just from a few words? Dumb mutt, you just can’t stop cumming can you?”

Being tied down and having a vibrator held against my clit until I cry would really solve a lot of problems for me right now