She Could Only Watch Helplessly In The Mirror As The Process Continued…her New Droneskin Slowly Oozing

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The enchantress holds the hero down and fastens the bindings all along his limbs. Steel bindings with soft wool padding beneath.

When she releases him he stands up and looks down at his body. He can move freely, the bindings merely wrapped around his individual wrists, ankles, elbows and knees.

Hero: …What are you planning.

Enchantress: Oh, this way I have bound you far more effectively than I ever could with traditional bondage. You will see.

She approaches.

Enchantress: As you walk around town, trying to live your life, the others will see you, and know you’ve been caught by me. Even walking freely, the world will see you as captured. One glance at these cuffs and belts and they will know.

She places one hand on his hip and the other to the side of his face. He shudders, but dares not retreat.

Enchantress: Monsters who see you will flee instead of fight, knowing better than to mess with my belongings. Warlocks and wizards will steer clear, bandits will allow you through without battle. And each time you will know it is because I will it.

The hero swalloes as the enchantress’s face approaches his own. She pulls him into a kiss. Then an embrace as she whispers into his ear, resting her head against his shoulder…

Enchantress: And each time, you will feel more and more as a belonging. It will become your truth. Your identity. Your greatest desire. And your resistance will become weaker and weaker against your new moniker.

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: My eternal, free range slave.

The enchantress feels the hero’s erection against her thigh. She giggles and snaps her fingers.

Enchantress: Just kidding <3

The cuffs and belts immediately connect to one another, trapping the hero in helpless, humiliating, and very physical bondage.

Hero: D-DAMN IT, ENCHANTRESS!

Enchantress: Nah, all of that sounds fun for you, but from my point of view it would take way too much patience. I’m just gonna drag you into my room and fuck you, same shit as always.

She hums a merry tune as she drags the squirming boy away.

your posts say that he is locked permanently but he must need to take cage off for cleaning right? is he jerking in the shower when you not looking ? i cant imagine any man going so long with no cumming. maybe he not being truthful with you ? or maybe you not being truthful in your posts ?

Sometimes the questions make me wonder how some of you make it through the day.

I don't know what other word to use besides permanent, but obviously he has to remove it for some reasons. I take it off for medical visits, and for travel, because neither of us want that kind of attention. When we are away, he usually leaves his stainless steel cage home and packs one of the plastic ones. I lock him up after we get to our destination.

When weather is good, he goes out on his road bicycle. I allow him to unlock for that because he has tried going out cages, but will get chafed on long rides (he goes out for 25 to 50 miles at a time). I'd rather have him unlocked for a few hours if it means preventing being unlocked for a few days to heal. I seriously doubt that he would stop along the road to masturbate. And the rule is that he has to lock back up in the shower when he gets home, and to text me.

So, he is locked up all other times. Work, social occasions, around the house, sleeping, and especially during lovemaking. I think that some men take the word permanent too literally. This is not some Tumblr fantasy, we found a way to make this work in real life.

Night In With Aunt Bridget

It was a pleasant evening with Aunt Bridget. A few drinks with her favourite nephew and an opportunity to relax for the weekend. They laughed and joked and she sat, crossing those long, booted legs…..something that her nephew was paying close attention to.

The nephew adored his Aunt. She was the younger and glamorous sister of his frumpy, strict mother. Her dress sense was sexy and very appealing to a young man. He stirred uneasily as Aunt Bridget once again crossed her legs. She noticed his discomfort as she sipped her wine…..he in turn took a massive gulp of his drink as she asked him what the matter was.

He blurted it all out. The sissy fantasy he harboured since being a teen. The desire to wear lovely clothes, be made up and to shamefully be forced into sissy bondage and whoring. Too much drink had loosened the boy’s tongue and Aunt Bridget nodded sympathetically. You see, she knew all about his little habits. Many previous visits resulted in her panty drawer being disturbed, her shoe collection had also been touched. Her special dress up box was left open, with her range of wigs obviously taken out. Aunt Bridget loved to play all manner of games with her gentlemen friends and her wardrobe reflected those fancies.

With the nephew looking slightly dazed at how he confessed so readily, Aunt Bridget rested a perfectly manicured hand on his knee and told him to come upstairs with her. They entered her bedroom and she flung the wardrobe door open along with her panty and nylon drawer. She commanded him to pick an outfit, some underwear, heels and a wig of choice. With a trembling hand, he selected a mustard yellow sweater, short black skirt, patent heels and dark shiny nylons. She ordered him to pull on the nylons first as she knew the feeling against him would be heaven, and she was right as he then put on the pink panties he knew so well, with the strawberry blonde wig finally placed on his head.

Aunt Bridget smiled and with some help, he had an impressive rack stuffed under the sweater to go along with the rest of the ensemble. The makeup was applied and little sissy nephew was seated in front of the dressing table mirror hypnotised by his reflection.

But things weren’t going to end there were they? The bondage fantasy was now the true elephant in the room…..and dearest Aunty revealed the box hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe. Nephew had always been very curious, but the container was always locked. Aunt Bridget went to her jewellery box and found the key, slipping it into the lock and lifting the lid. The box was a haven of bondage equipment….gags, cuffs, rope, bandage wrap and tape. There were other things in there that her innocent nephew wasn’t sure of, but they would be explained soon enough.

The rope was expertly applied around his torso and legs. To nephew’s shame, his cock was bulging through the pink panties and Aunty hitched the skirt up to confirm her suspicions. She felt the offending lump and he had leaked a little through the nylons and panties. She tutted as she pulled her own panties off and balled them up. He opened his mouth without any prompting and she placed her warm, moist underwear behind his slutty red lips. The red bandage was wrapped tightly to seal the gag in place and he moaned softly, struggling against the ropes and trying to dry hump Aunty’s booted legs. Another tut was his reward as Aunt Bridget sat down on the bed and retrieved her phone.

She snapped a few pics of sissy nephew and told him that his fantasy would be a reality tonight. Aunty knew some friends who loved their games too….a charming couple who were very open minded. She made nephew watch as she sent the photos to her friends and the resulting replies. He whined at the thought of being seen like this and who knows what else. He stared down at his stiffening cock, betrayed by the thought of being a used sissy.

Aunty gently kissed his gagged mouth and produced a gleaming steel chastity cage. It seems she was more than used to dealing with these situations and she shushed the wretched slut as she called her sister. Apparently, sweet nephew will be staying over tonight.

So don’t wait up, Mother.

So hot