Mood: Tying Down My Boyfriend And Fucking Him Into A Moaning/shivering Mess, Then Letting Him Lay On

The Jig Is Up!

I sneaked away from my accomplices who had been exposed as the mysterious gang of thieves that had been plaguing the airline by a couple of over enthusiastic and observant stewardesses. I figured if I hung out in the usually deserted rear crew section, I could probably wander off scot-free in the hubbub of disembarkation after we landed.

Unfortunately one of the too-clever-by-half witches was lying in wait for me. Lounging insouciantly on a window seat, provocative black booted legs crossed in front of her, the blonde haired vixen gave me a knowing and superior smile. “We thought one of you would try to hide out here,” she told me smugly. I stared at her resentfully but internally I felt a wave of despair fill me. So when the supercilious stewardess followed that up with the impeccable female logic of: “It’s all over, sir. If I were you, I would just surrender.”, I did.

And so it was I was marched back into the passenger section of Economy by the woman who had captured me, my hands securely tied behind my back with a female uniform airline scarf in order to face the female music. My buddies were all still there, standing in the aisle, remonstrating bitterly with the stewardesses but, significantly, they all seemed to now have their hands bound behind them too. It was clear we could loudly proclaim our innocence all we liked, but these women were implacable: the jig was definitely up!

Yeah, she’s not going anywhere but hell 🔥

This is a uniquely terrifying position to be in

May we please see your nice boots?

I don’t post photos but if you feel like googling my two favorite pair are baby pink Fluevog Bond Girl boots (mind the buckle if you are humping) and 14 eye Docs in matte black.

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.

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