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"Awwww hell… they're for sure stuck aren't they?" One captor asked the other, knowing full well the answer. "Shit… no no no, I thought we were gonna save money when we ordered the smaller silos, didn't you measure to make sure they'd fit?" The other captor replied with a question. "I mean yeah. I measured once and did an avera-" "Average?! Do these girls look like their proportions are average?! Gah… The boss is gonna lose her head when she sees this travesty." The other captor sighs, and then lets out a chuckle. "You gotta admit tho, its kinda funny." A glare could be felt searing into the side of the captor who just spoke as the other was fuming.
Aaaaaand scene!
Hi all! This is the last commission for the year! (But hopefully not the last art of the year!😉) Some no good captors tried to put Aria and Violi in some silo's but failed to do their measurements right and the two got stuck as a result due to their sizable assets. This one had me giggling and I hope you enjoy too! 💜
Wanted to write out something not-so-heavy, so I'm gonna borrow @arandomao3user's freaky Tim and Bernard pair.
Kink and Bondage go hand-in-hand, but there's a constant problem in the TimBern household. And it's all Tim's fault. He's a fucking escape artist. He keeps getting out of the ropes, the cuffs, the zip ties, the soft restraints, the chains, the really fancy bondage knots that took forever to actually get him into, the specialty restraints, the straitjacket from that one undercover op that went really weird...
It was cute at first when he could play-tackle Tim back to the bed (or floor or table or counter or chair or deck) for a different sort of game, but at this point it's become a problem for the both of them.
Because Tim genuinely can't stop escaping, even when he's into being tied up. Bernard, with equal amounts of frustration and affection, calls it Tim's Robin Reflex. He does it by habit, by accident, and while asleep, on one memorable occasion. Tim's always very sorry, of course, and he is trying so hard to be good for Bernard. It's just that they haven't found that sweet spot yet, that mystery thing that can keep Tim relatively helpless and at Bernard's mercy, but won't trigger the not-fun sort of sense memories that come with years of vigilante work.
So, at a loss and desperate for ideas, Bernard calls his bff.
Jason, actively falling asleep after patrol: "You want advice... On tying up Timmers? Like, shibari 'n whatever? Fucking. Didn't need this in my life, Burn Notice."
Bernard, entirely too awake: "C'mon, Jason; you're one of the most creative people I know and I'm out of ideas. You used to fight all the time! And you have major connections, my man, my buddy, my bestie. Don't you have any alien tech or magical stuff that might work?"
Jason, so tired: "I can ask around later, you freaky...I don't know. I never tied Tim up when we were fighting; I shot him in the thigh once and that slowed him down."
Hearing nothing but dial-tone, Jason sets his phone aside and promptly falls asleep
Three minutes later, Jason sits up in a cold sweat and scrambles for his phone to text Bernard.
J: DO NOT SHOOT TIM
J: BERN. FUCKING ANSWER ME.
J: ISTG IF ONE OF YOU FUCKERS IS SHOT WHEN I GET OVER THERE I WILL GET YOUR HORNY ASSES NEUTERED
Special Day
Hey guys! If anybody is interested, I got to be part of a zine! These are my two pieces.
The theme is Tied and Bound, so it’s a spicy zine! There’s tons of amazing artists and pre-orders are open now!
No Matter
No matter how far the fantasies made real take us. There is always another step. No matter what the barriers to their realization, there is way past them. No matter your enslavement, I promise you, there is more.
What Only I Hear
Cry out. Shout. Gasp. Writhe.
Here you are mine and no one will hear your fear, your surprise or your surrender. You are mine. Now and forever.
After
After.
After. After it all. After the rough filling. The bruising of your softest tissues. The marks. The taking of more than your body. After one more orgasm than you believed possible. After you are left breathless and limp. Spent. After all that, still... the tiniest of smiles.
Thoughts Noir
Dreams own me as they once owned you,
Love in flux, odd and as uncertain
As the next flick of the crop
Or tender touch, one after the other
To your perfect, swollen, pink clit.
Dreams. Not imagination, but something deeper,
A recognition of what lives inside us both,
You a siren from the forties, but less dressed,
Waiting forever for the pleasure and pain
I cannot help but offer, both of us somehow,
Enslaved.
Consent
It has always about what you offered. And how far I would take it.
That does not change, but know this, there comes a place of offering where I will take all of you to a new place that will leave us both transformed.
The Sounds of Darkness
You can sense things. Hear my footsteps, or at least you believe they are mine, believe you are safe even in the darkness.
But the longer you are in the dark, you become less sure. Others want you. You know this. And they might or might not fill you as I do. They may be too much or too little, too kind or too cruel. You have lived and loved enough to know the truth of it.
And so you wait. Hopeful. Afraid. Unsure. Until you hear my voice and feel my touch tender on your love bound skin. "I will love you. " "I will love you forever." And you know now, whatever the pain to come, you are safe. You are loved.
Still finding some of my old poems from my Tumblr delete sight. Thanks to all of you who reposted so many of them.
Helpless in Lace
There is no reason to rush. We have the night. We have tomorrow and I have you, helpless in lace.
I fondle the knife in my pocket. Small and sharp, I will take my time touching you, slowly slicing the soft fabric and letting it fall, enjoying your exposure, bit, by bit until it falls in a black puddle at your feet.
I will touch you, at first as tender as a whisper, but only at first.
As my passion rises, I will shed my gentility like a snakeskin and take you like the animal I am inside. I will make you cry out in pleasure and pain, and kiss the tears of helplessness as they trace down your cheeks.
I will force you to your knees violating your tender lips until I am sated, and then release you to my arms can carry you to bed, my lover, my dearest, my slave.
I am slowly finding some of my old poems, and old friends, on Tumblr.
Helpless in Lace
There is no reason to rush. We have the night. We have tomorrow and I have you, helpless in lace.
I fondle the knife in my pocket. Small and sharp, I will take my time touching you, slowly slicing the soft fabric and letting it fall, enjoying your exposure, bit, by bit until it falls in a black puddle at your feet.
I will touch you, at first as tender as a whisper, but only at first.
As my passion rises, I will shed my gentility like a snakeskin and take you like the animal I am inside. I will make you cry out in pleasure and pain, and kiss the tears of helplessness as they trace down your cheeks.
I will force you to your knees violating your tender lips until I am sated, and then release you to my arms can carry you to bed, my lover, my dearest, my slave.
Beyond Expectations
I know what you are expecting. I can tell by the speed and depth of your breath. By the flush of your cheeks. By the way you nervously pull at your bonds, eyeing the implements of pain you so often need and fear.
But not tonight. No. Tonight, bound, you will be forced to endure nothing but my admiration, Caresses. Words of love. Gentle kisses everywhere. Adoration. Almost more than you can bear, so tender, you cry.
Taken. Not Taken
You, and all that you are, every curve and line, every expanse of silken skin, every orifice, every dark corner of your heart….
mine.
Not taken, no matter how it seems when I render you helpless and take your body like a slave to my pleasure.
No, not taken, but given in a perfect, desperate love more complete than passion or romance alone could ever be.
You'll be begging to never cum again by the time I'm done
I couldn't handle that ass 🙊 So teasing! 😍
@kinks-on-my-mind
Is that fear in your eyes? Perfect...
Recent session with under bed restraints and an e-stim kit used on nipples and pussy. Helpless with pleasure and pain ....but dripping pussy afterwards.
This is beautiful. Glistening body, Clover Clamps on her nipples, bound up with a fuck machine working her, and a Magic Wand being held in place. Let the games begin.
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http://xhamster.com/xembed.php?video=765795
This link was sent to me from a woman I used to tease via Yahoo IM. :-)
Video description:
This is the amazing Farrah Faith tied up and cumming hard with our magic wand at Tied Virgins. We know you like this slut so thought you’d like a new video!
She is soooo sensitive. My favorite moment is 4:48, when he goes back from focusing on her pussy to directly vibrations on her clit, and she laughs and says “fuck you!” The cruel, friendly tone of the scene just makes this so much more fun to watch. The related videos at the bottom of the page are worth checking out, too. :-)
We will upload more videos soon, enjoy
Now we have our own account in xhamster.
- Mr. & Mrs.