Tips Welcome, If You Like…

Thank you for sharing your adventures. Did the boys ever have any day sex after listening to the girls at night?

You’re welcome ☺️ I’m happy to see everyone’s questions and know that you all want to hear about my trip!

The boys did not have any sex and Barbie claims that they didn’t pleasure each other in their yurt but they commented on how hot me and my friends sounded while we were fucking next door. It’s unknown if any of the guys snuck off to masturbate.

One of the guys was fortunate enough to get a kiss from my friend that plays soccer with me. I think there’s a chance that those two end up in a similar relationship as me and Barbie, we’ll keep our fingers crossed for them

Real advice: Of course guys feel it’s important. But no. There’s no need. It’s ok.

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Working for your boss’s daughter at the weekend was a predictably onerous task. The entitled brat certainly enjoyed throwing her weight around and you had no option but to obey her every command.

Her outfit choice was a bit unconventional, but it was a highlight at least. I suppose it made kissing her ass a lot more bearable too….

It is difficult to properly describe the disorientation, the helplessness of sensory deprivation. In the first few days, or what I supposed to be days, I screamed constantly into the gag, trying to hear my own voice, but only even the vibrations of bone conduction had somehow been stilled by the hood. I did not realize how much our hearing and sight are taken for granted until I was denied of them completely. Each movement I made was halting, hesitating, desperate for anything that would break the stuffy dark and silence, yet fearful of what lay outside my skin-tight prison. Countless times did I try to pry off the hood, pry the suit off, but it stayed on, and my only reward was sweating worse into the itchy suit from the exertion. My tormentors prodded me with a sticks, shocked me with electricity, and I could neither see nor hear them. It was utterly infuriating. At first I tried to swipe at them, to retaliate, but with my sight and hearing gone, I could not even lay a finger on them. They would trip me up, and each time I put my gloved hands against the ground, trying to feel out the ground, to support myself and stand, I would find myself kicked down again, and nothing could tell me where the next blow would land. My only hope was to kneel, silent and docile, hoping they would tire of tormenting me. Who knows how many hours I spent like this, cowering and helpless, alone in the hot and muggy dark, afraid to move a finger for fear of the abuse coming back? Countless times did I pray for someone to save me from the stillness, the darkness which pressed in on me and suffocated me, and not once have my prayers been answered.