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Couldn't hurt

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This would actually be a great two slave/sub job. One follows the pony pulled cart back and forth and takes care of the dominants plating and servicing whole the pony pulls all the heavy dishes around. Then while a pair of maids are cleaning the meal mess the pony can be hooked up to a cart to get dragged around a field so the mistresses can enjoy a leisurely ride. Finishing off with the pony and maids getting a bite to eat during evening tea. After which if one has a gourdian contraption the pony can even pull a cart designed to pump dildos along with the turning of the wheels into the maids as a pre dark fun time activity before bedtime. Where the pony can keep the gear on, get cleaned, and then have maid additions so they can help get the dominants to bed so the morning can start the process anew and have everyone leaving around mid day that's visiting. Requires a private land for all of this but could be a great scenario

Since you complained your box is empty... Which 2 fetishes would you like to combine some day?

That is a surprisingly hard question! I'm at the point where it's tricky to come up with fetishes I haven't tried, as opposed to ones I want to get better at.

One idea I've been wanting to try for a while is combining ponyplay with formal service. How spectacular would it be to attend a femdom afternoon tea event, and the tea cart arrives pulled by a ponygirl. Of course, I'd be dismissed to the kitchen to switch back to a more useful role as soon as the novelty's worn off.

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I do believe there is a genre of hentai or a Japanese word for that. It's called kemonomini or something like that. Might be wrong ona letter or two. But it's all about completely hidden bondage in public places.

Public or hidden bondage. This is a real treat if you get to do it, having your captive in some type of restraint or gag while out in public is a huge turn on. In a fantasy scenario, it could be a daring kidnap where the victim is smuggled out strapped to a wheelchair, bonds concealed by a blanket, face masks hiding gags underneath. Or the more straightforward method of being tied in the back seat of a car of van……maybe trapped in the trunk.

Then there’s the actual bondage in plain sight scenario. One that in reality does rely on your damsel’s cooperation…..having done it many times with a former partner, it was a real rush. This was pre-pandemic so I couldn’t rely on facemasks, but some excellent transparent tegaderm tape is just what’s needed, with a discreet mouth stuffing. The image above highlights it perfectly. For extra fun, cotton wool pads over the eyes and concealed with big sunglasses gives your damsel the chance to really play at being kidnapped. Strapped securely into the car and driving through town with a bondage toy next to you. As it’s me, you know a vibe will be working it’s magic too. Another favourite is roping up your captive under their clothes. Thin rope is less conspicuous and really only needs to be in the key areas…..namely the crotch and the chest. Tying arms and legs isn’t practical, but provided the network of bonds is secure, a quick tug on the ropes connected to the crotch will be a nice method of control. Preferably make sure your journey is the longer, more uncomfortable route. I found that lots of road bumps make their own mischief……

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Say it with me. You can never have enough tape

Let’s get colourful shall we? Amazing what you can buy in Lidl…..

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After having collected my new doll, it was easy to continue breaking her in and getting her used to her new life. No longer was she called "mistress". That title would mean nothing to her now. Instead, she's now known as Toy. Even by those who use her. Some of these are repeat paying customers that used to be abused by her. But nowadays, her old mistress life is just a bad legend. A cautionary tale against greedy femdoms.

Her new outfit was a good deal different as well. Even though it hid some of the more prominent features of her body, like her nipples. She was now capable of feeling everything done to her as if she were constantly naked. On that note she also had a zippered away latex insert for her vaginal hole and hollow butt plug that never left her back door. As far as anyone would be concerned she was a sex doll from her actions to her mannerisms. The fact she rarely spoke was a plus to pretty much everyone using her.

Finally, the gear added onto her was state of the art and even a tad experimental. Firstly, her eyes now had experimental augmented reality lenses. These tiny things could do a lot. Change her vision from clear to blackout, add a hud with instructions/objectives, and even had a nifty function to keep her from seeing anyone's face but mine. The last one there meant she wouldn't go talking to anyone, but me, for fear of who they might be. For all she knew, everyone else was a mere dream, while time with me was the only reality. Second was the corset. That bad boy is designed to keep her waist cinched down tight and go as far as could still be considered somewhat healthy for her. This meant that until it fully tightened, she would end up feeling her waist shrink bit by tiny bit. Lastly was her new heels. Ballet heels that had a nifty option. One could remove the heel and either replace it or leave it heel less. This was due to a fun little magnetically locking pad one could slide the heel in or out of. The way it worked was like childproof cubords. If one wanted to take the current heel off, all one had to do was hold a magnet near it to lift a small but extremely durable piece out of the locked position. The only thing to note about her outfit was that there were no seams or zippers to let her out. I had long since sealed the entering zipper with flextape. Making it impossible to remove. Lucky me, I could still clean her thanks to micro-pores through the suit itself.

After a while, I had an idea. I'd offer @the-english-bounder a chance to not only head the shell company but also repeat the work he'd done with other women. Not all would be prominent dommes, of course. But all paid jobs. Wonder if they'll accept it.

I sat back in the chair. My new study in my new house was exactly as I wanted it. The proceeds and ongoing ‘royalties’ from my Mistress training had helped me back on my feet. Months had passed since her departure to @sup3rf34k and her new life. I once again watched the recent video of my former Domme, dressed in the latex catsuit and hood. The vision of her swaying in the suspended bondage, her vacant eyes blinking under the strain. No doubt she was being worked beneath the suit, her tit implants and tight corset now modifying her body shape. She was becoming a real life doll, a drone. The months of conditioning and captivity had finally broken her, with her only purpose to serve as an object. Hired and leased to the highest bidders, before she would be packed away until the next time.

I still felt a twinge of guilt, my sense of respect and integrity had been overcome by a desperate need for vengeance. I surprised myself at the lengths I was prepared to go to, willing to treat a fellow human like a commodity. But every time that nagging question of conscience entered my head, I recalled her callous treatment and abuse of power…..not just with me, but the hundreds of others she delighted in breaking. I couldn’t deny the feeling of strength it gave me either, the intoxicating surge of adrenaline and invincibility……giving me a warped feeling of heroism. I felt like this was a mission now, the need to find others like her and break them down too. I shook my head and switched the video off…..I tried to put the thought out of my head. My life was returned to me, there was still a lot of work to do, but I was on the right track. It was all I wanted.

Before I got up to get a drink, my laptop pinged at me….an email from @sup3rf34k came through. It seemed as if he was reading my mind…….an offer of a an ongoing professional partnership. The business proposal asked if wanted to continue my work?

Maybe. Who’s next?

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Getting the updates was fun. Over time, the ex mistress forgot more and more. The only way it even knew it used yo be one was because of us calling her that. @the-english-bounder did a great job with the instructions left behind. A quick call told me that the slut was waiting to be transported. I made the arrangements for the van to arrive soon. The prepared transport container and gear were splendid. I didn't tell anyone, but the most fun parts of the suit were the hidden rubbing nubs over the nipples and clitoris. Of course, the thin but very durable insert for the pussy was a touch I had to inform @the-english-bounder about. Having that part so thin was part of the fun. The itch inducing micro edges in the dildo plug for her vagina could still be felt enough to make her ride a hell of mixed pleasure and pain. Just enough of both to keep her lucid and yet far from any orgasms.

The penile gag and plug were designed to magnetically connect to hidden canisters not seen in the transport container she was put into. The magnets are designed to lock the necessary hoses to them upon locking the container. This made seemless sound so no one else knew the final bits of fun. The vaginal plug would be hooked up to a battery canister and vibrate a ton until unlocked. And the penile gag would spurt cum into her throat to swallow for nutrients every time she sucked on it right.

In the end, the travel container was the best hell/heaven anyone could build for the slave doll to be. And the hidden speakers that lightly gave affirmations of her new position would help as well. If only anyone knew of these additions. Maybe she'd have a pleasant ride. But given what she's responsible for I'm sure her ex submissive turned trainer would have seen to it that it would have been much worse. The long delayed trip I paid so little for would have seen her broken beyond any use by the time she arrived. Now to wait for my fun

I was pleased at the meeting @sup3rf34k and I had undertaken. He was familiar with my history and was happy to help me exorcise my demons. The money he had offered would go a considerable way to making my life easier and watching the sadistic bitch who enslaved me now becoming a mindless toy was gratifying. As per our deal, my time with the former Mistress was coming to an end. The transport container had arrived and it was reminiscent of a magicians box for sawing the lady in half. It was long enough to contain a human body and was divided into two halves.

The flesh coloured latex suit was forced on her, with a further latex dress over the top. Her head was hooded, with the blindfold and penis gag strap buckled on. I forced her arms up behind her head to make her journey nice and uncomfortable. The top half of the box had hinges to allow her legs to be enclosed and kept rigid. The suit had an opening for her pussy, which would be filled accordingly. The bottom half of the box would be attached soon enough and her ballet boots would be anchored to the hooks inside. Each section of the box had a lid to close and lock. I stood there and breathed heavily as the adrenaline surged through my body.

“Are you comfortable, Mistress? I’ll admit this apparatus is a bit fussy for me, but as long as the bank transfers keep coming in, I’ll do what your new Master wants.” I leaned down and spitefully tweaked her newly pierced nipples through the suit. She squealed and mmmppphhed. I smirked and did it again.

“Real shame you can’t see yourself right now. I’m betting that you would pull the same shit with your own slaves, given the chance……..do you remember your slaves?” She shook her head, softy whining in her bondage. I took a large dildo and roughly inserted it into tortured pussy. She tensed and groaned as she was invaded once again.

“It’s been emotional, Mistress. Parting is such sweet sorrow…….but I will be following your new career with interest. I understand you’re heading to something called ‘The Doll Factory’………judging by the way you’re wriggling about, I guess you’ve heard of it.”

I closed the lid of the upper box and locked it before I wheeled the bottom section in. I sent an email to @sup3rf34k ……..I expect the van will be here soon. And I could finally close my eyes…..maybe I’ll even sleep peacefully for the first time in a year…..

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After a while, seeing the former femdom being humiliated wasn't enough. I had to have her. So I looked into the man that I had paid into training her so far. Seems he had lost too much to this woman. And I intended to fix that. Being a man of considerable wealth and many underground connections, I intended to offer the man plenty of money and a position in a jobsite that was a shell corporation for my underworld dealings. He'd have it all back and I would get a properly trained slut of an ex femdom. So I went ahead and paid for more training and gear. With that and more sent and videocall proof that the man was indeed legitimate, I gave my offer. @the-english-bounder jumped at the chance. All of his former glory would be easy to regain. He could even look into his own life again. This time, hopefully, more careful. One could only hope that in breaking the femdom that the best thing of her losing memory of her past life will happen to make things easier. Time will tell

The email came through late at night. It was from my potential buyer, @sup3rf34k . He had requested that the Mistress now be given an intensive course in domestic service. The accompanying package contained the glossy PVC maids outfit, heels and nylons. He thoughtfully supplied a nice ball gag, designed to be worn all day long. Her resistance was slowly subsiding and getting her into this garb was much easier. The rope was still tight and as she sat on the couch mumbling into the ball, her messy drool dripped onto her shoes. I tutted and made a note for her to clean the shoes later.

The ever present clitoral stimulation was gently working her and any energy she had for rebellion, soon dissipated into coping with the constant, slow edging. I sat and read out the list of rules, but it was the last one that got her crying in frustration.

“The maid will orally service her Master and any appointed members of the household before each mealtime and before bed. The maid will sleep in the Master’s room in any position he deems fit. Beatings will take the form of a coarse hair brush, crop or the Master’s hand. The length of punishment is subject to the Master’s judgement, but It is recommended that all beatings are administered after each oral service.”

I grinned and asked what she thought, the low wail of misery echoed throughout the room. After a few days, I was requested to organise a video call with @sup3rf34k to check on progress. I was pleased to report the maid was coming along very nicely. Her red ass would settle in time, but for the moment, she was learning the trade. It seemed that my client was most satisfied with her abilities. Particularly when I sent him a nice video file of her sucking me off expertly. He informed me that he was ready to arrange shipping. A specialised transport chamber would be arriving in 48 hours and I was to contact him again…..once it arrived.

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I aspire to this level of insane amounts of rope as not even the last step of insane amounts if rope usage.

Imago Studios 64

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*picks up both* what choice?

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Doubt I got any real ones

YES PLEASE!!

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Little do the ladies know, the goons nose actually looks like that he just wears it so everyone assumes it's different

The redhead had no choice but to stand in the sweltering greenhouse, holding the sock stuffed in her mouth. She knew as her friends gag was applied, she would get this treatment next. Prisoners of the crazed goon in disguise…..

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Why wouldn't i

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You mean like every day of my life?

Is it bad that I just want to play with with someone right now? Just to do exactly what I want, no strings attached. Nothing illegal or creepy I might add. I’m a pervert with standards…..

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Can I volunteer someone else?

My kidnapping hands are getting itchy. Any volunteers?

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Had a player take 2 skeletons through a town to an inn. One skeleton succeeded in going about without sound. The other sounded like a normal skeleton walking around.

Random commoner: Excuse me but why does that man sound that way?

Player: He has arthritis

Random commoner rolls a 10

Player rolls an 18

Random commoner: I’m sorry about that sir

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Doubt its true

EVERYONE and I mean everyone to reblog this post will get a titty pic in their inbox😉 i’m a 34DD and horny as hell

for a pussy pic you can message me some sort of masturabtion dare/challenge or give me detailed instructions on how to fuck myself🤤

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