You were thinking a little too much about yourself ❤
Pro-tip: When he's locked in chastity but fucking you real good with the strap on, say something like... "feels so good I'm never letting you out again!" for the absolute best fuck of your life. Drives all his desperation straight into your orgasms.
She looks down from her horse, her leather gloves gleaming in the cold winter light. With a smirk, she tosses a length of rope at her kneeling, shivering husband.
"Tie that around your neck," she commands, her voice firm. "That way, when you crawl behind my horse, you'll be reminded that you're my property—now and always."
Who wanna be lookup in my cage a submissive and honest slave ❤️
The above assumes the sissy is kept in strict chastity and is intact with balls and normal testosterone. If she takes hormones, testosterone blockers or is castrated then the sex drive drops dramatically and then she loses interest in sex unless her man gives her foreplay. If castrated and no hormones then less of sex drive than women as she literally has no sex hormones driving it whereas women have their female sex hormones (with one tenth the amount of equivalent testosterone).
If you want to imagine how horny a sissy feels then try going without sex and masturbation for a month. Think about how you feel at the end of that month but imagine that IT NEVER STOPS. You are ALWAYS that horny and only ever get partial relief from being fucked hard up the arse for a long time. Just think about that for a minute and then you will understand why sissies and pussyboys are such slutty cock hungry outrageous whores.
Imagine being the pet of a domme succubus... She could keep you chained forever in your bedroom (or elsewhere she prefers - a dungeon??) and keep you perpetually aroused for when she wants a meal. Someone who has complete control over your body and soul. Also a devilish power and demeanor. The possibilities...
The enchantress smiles down at the bound hero. He defiantly glares back.
Enchantress: Trapped and roped again, hero. I’m busy for now, but these ropes will keep you nice and ready for tonight when I’m feeling more… hungrier…
Hero: I will be long gone by then.
Enchantress: Confident today, are we? Well considering your dexterity and strength I am not surprised. But be warned… there are traps built into those ropes…
She chuckles as she leaves the dungeon.
The hero begins maneuvering his hands, putting to work one of his many techniques to undo bindings. But then he stops…
“What did the enchantress mean by traps? Maybe these ropes tighten the more one tries to loosen them?”
The hero considers his options.
“Perhaps I should try to undo these ropes as quickly as I can to try and escape before the ‘trap’ can activate… Or I can try to loosen them really slowly before I…try…anything…”
The hero tries to think through the sudden cloud in his mind… This only blurries his thoughts further. Is he panicking?
“I can… escape if I… I… I can’t… I can’t escape…”
Suddenly the hero can’t think of escape at all. All of his mental effort redirects from resistance to other thoughts…
He tries to remember his techniques… He can’t
He tries to picture escape in his mind… but only the image of him bound and tied up appears…
In body and in mind he is roped…
He struggles in reality, squirming and wriggling, and he struggles in his mind. In both he fails.
And his struggling arouses him… His helplessness is erotic…
Hero: N-no… anything but that…
As he squirms he grows more erect… As his wrists, elbows, feet and legs try to fight the ropes fruitlessly, the tension makes him feel so good… it could be some sort of spell, but he knows it most likely isn’t… It’s simply his forbidden fetish, ironically freed from the hero’s normally steel clad mind
Hero: Nooooooo
The hero cries out in fruitless resistance against the ropes around his body and in his own imagination as his cock grows harder and harder…
*** *** ***
Enchantress: My my… more effective than even I imagined <3
The enchantress smirks, looking at the utterly defeated hero that evening… His cock horribly erect and visible through his pants, hours of pointless, inarticulate resistance having made not even an inch of progress against his bindings…
Enchantress: I should have warned you further… The rope trap is activated by furious brain activity… You tripped the spell the moment you started thinking too hard… of course you won’t be thinking nearly as much for the next few days…
She places a palm against his face, making him face her. She pokes a finger against his forehead.
Enchantress: Now that you’re tied up not just out here, but in there as well.
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