Lmfao hello not being able to have a private account IS JARRING ill have to actually be horny on main now

They said the sanitarium was the best option; free room and board instead of out on the cold streets.

They hadn’t mentioned the way the straightjacket kept you snugly immobile, or the straps tight between your legs, or the nurses who came in, pulling your legs apart and inserting “testing toys”

Make sure your Halloween costume isn’t too cumbersome; if you can’t get away fast enough when the ghosts come after you, their cold hands will immobilise you and their freezing breath will paralyse you and the next thing you know you’ll be sold to the creatures of the night

Being a ghost for Halloween was supposed to be the easy no-fuss costume option.

Instead, you’re struggling. Ropes wrap firmly around your torso, securing your arms to your sides and your knees together. The gag muffles your complaints. To anyone passing by, you seem like a drunk sheet ghost.

Bondage is harder with less arms

Corrections tape is rather binding when you’re only 3 inches tall. Wrapping around your body, flimsy but just sticky enough, layers and layers of it. Sticking your legs together, sticking your arms to your sides. You can’t do much more than wriggle on the desk after a few layers of it.

The flower bulb slowly blossoming in your mouth prevents your speech. The vine wound tightly around the tree and plunged into your ass prevents you from escape. Tendrils wind your wrists above your head and snake across your sensitive nipples, but your cock leaks freely, distressingly untouched

You stand, skewered on a tall vertical bar, on the stage of the auction house. Thick plugs deep in your ears keep you from hearing what the bid is. The gag ballooning your cheeks keeps you from asking.

You hope whoever wins the auction purchases the keys to your cage too.

Riding side saddle is easier when you’re skewered on the large cock protruding from the saddle. Unfortunate that the arm binder prevents you from adjusting your skirts to make your erection less obvious as you’re led through the streets.

Who knew all it took to make your kidnapping look natural was two zip ties and a seatbelt jammer?

Your struggling doesn’t amount to much when both your wrists are zip tied to the belt across your waist, looking *almost* natural. —

Thick anal plug buried inside of you, a chain connecting it — and you — to a street sign that reads PETS MUST BE LEASHED.

You try to pull the plug out but every time you tug, it gets bigger.

The FREE TO A GOOD HOME sign around your neck isn’t helping the hungry looks you’re getting.

The experiment was never expected to grow this fast or get this strong. It wasn’t supposed to see the light of day.

You struggle against its grip on the floor of the lab, tentacles already squeezing your arms to your sides, pulsating as it seems to stretch and grow by the second —

Oh I write things sometimes. Maybe those can go here, since I can’t hide behind anonymity like I did on twitter